Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 4 (loyalty, handmaid, spotless, blessings, hamilcar, moves…). Matches are highlighted.
desire, and I shall find a time, for your reward. I see you can be a wag, but be just to me, and secret. What private Mistress's, does Master Wilding visit? Nay, nay dissemble not. I see you are old enough for vice. Thou art deceived, it shall endear thee more. Hence thou old in villainy, But it's in vain to chide, leave me, and bid Mistress
Heaven knows it's truth. Thank, and think upon That providence that would not have you lost In such a Forest of lose thoughts, and be Your self again; I am your handmaid still, And have learned so much piety to conceal What ever should dishonour you. What ail you? are you vexed because Your wantonness thrived so well? I did expect
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I do not Like this whispering, why with her So close in parley? Pray sir stay, let me but know Some reason why you use me thus unkindly? If I have been guilty of offence, I am not Passed hope, but with the knowledge of my error, It's possible I may amend, and please you. You did marry me. Within the memory of man, but— What sir? Once more, and I'll correct it. To show I can Be obedient to my griefs, from this time, sir, I wonot urge with one unwelcome syllable, How much I am neglected, i'll conceal it Too from the world, your shame must needs be mine. I see you do not love me, where your heart Hath placed a worthier thought, let it dwell ever, Freely pursue your pleasures, I will have No passion that shall mutiny, you are, And shall be Lord of me still. Do not suspect me, I would swear by a kiss, if you vouchsafe it, You shall not keep a servant, that shall be more humble In all things. I'll call her sister. So you will but sometime smile on me too, i'll endeavour. How? Goodness bless me. You show a tyrant now, and stead of framing My soul to patience, murder both. Exit. Where's your Master, boy? Come nearer, sirrah, you are of your Master's counsel sometime, come, be true in what I shall desire, and I shall find a time, for your reward. I see you can be a wag, but be just to me, and secret. What private Mistress's, does Master Wilding visit? Nay, nay dissemble not. I see you are old enough for vice. Thou art deceived, it shall endear thee more. Hence thou old in villainy, But it's in vain to chide, leave me, and bid Mistress Penelope come hither. I know not which way to begin, to me He has betrayed he loves her, she is present. Sorrow and I Are taking leave I hope, and these are only Some drops after the cloud has wept his violence: Were one thing finished, I should never be sad more, And I cannot despair to know it done, Since the effect depends upon your love. Make me so, By your consent to my desire. I only ask your love, pray give it me. You examine not The extent of my request, for when you have Given what I ask, your love, you must no more Direct it, as you please, the power's in me How to dispose it. Your love by gift Made mine, I give my husband you, love him. But in a nearer way: Love him as I do, with a resolution To give your self to him, if he desire it. Thou art to innocent; be less, and do And act to endear us both, I know he loves thee; Meet it, deer coose, it's all I beg of thee; I know you think it a most strange request, But it will make fortunate. Yes, that you love my husband: modesty Will not allow me to discourse my wish In every circumstance, but think how desperate My wound is, that would have so strange a cure, He'll love me then, and trust me i'll not study Revenge, as other wives perhaps would do, But thank thee, and indeed and act Like this; So full of love, with so much lose and shame too, For mine and his sake, will deserve all duty, And I have found thee pure, be still preserved so, But he will straggle further— I charge thee by thy love, Yet be ruled by me; i'll not be so wicked To tempt thee in a thought shall blemish thee: But as thou wouldst desire my peace, and his Conversion, if his wantonness last with him, Appear more tractable, allow him so much Favour, in smile, or language, that he may not Think it impossible to prevail at last. It shall work our happiness, As I will manage things; it's but to seem: A look will cost thee nothing, nor a syllable To make his Hope's more pleasing, on my life Thou shalt be safe both in thy fame, and person, Will you do this for my sake? I have cast it Already, in my brain, but do not yet Inquire my purpose, as his folly leads Him to pursue you, let me know, and i'll By fair degrees acquaint you with my plot, Which built on no foul ends, is Like to prosper, And see how aptly he presents himself, Prithee seem kind, and leave the rest to me. He shall not see me. Exit. All has succeeded to my wish, thy place I will supply to night, if he observe All the conditions, I may deceive My husband into kindness; and we both Live to reward thee better, o, deer cooze! Take heed by my example, upon whom Thou placest thy affection. I am not certain, i'll inquire. 'Tis he good cozen, Pretend some business offer at some wares, Or ask the Goldsmith what your Diamond's worth, Something to trifle time away, while I Speak with my husband a few words. I can contain no longer, How d'ee sweet-hart? It has indeed, and if it be no stain To modesty, I would inquire how you Sped the last night. I do not mean that game. You're a fine gentleman. And have behaved your self most wittily, And I may say most wrongfully: this will Be much for your honour, when it's known. Do you not blush? o fie. Is there no modesty in man? 'Tis time then to be plain, it was a wonder I could be so long silent, did you Like Your last nights lodging? You did not lie with Mistress Penelope my kinswoman? You need not swear; But 'twas no fault of yours, no fault no virtue: But it's no place to expostulate these actions. In brief know 'twas my plot, for I observed Which way your warm affection moved, & wrought So with my honest cozen to supply Her wanton place, that with some shame at last, I might deceive your hard heart into kindness. Heaven knows it's truth. Thank, and think upon That providence that would not have you lost In such a Forest of lose thoughts, and be Your self again; I am your handmaid still, And have learned so much piety to conceal What ever should dishonour you. What ail you? are you vexed because Your wantonness thrived so well? I did expect your thanks. Does this merit No other payment but your scorn, then know Bade man, it's in my power to be revenged, And what I had a resolution Should sleep in silent darkness, now shall look Day in the face, i'll publish to the World How I am wronged, and with what stubborness You have despised the cure of your own fame; Nor shall my Cozen suffer in her honour I stoop as low as earth to show my duty, But too much trampled on I rise to tell The World I am a woman. I have presumed too much upon your patience, I have discovered, and I hope will take. You are sad still, Leonora. Remove these thoughts: come i'll wait on you now To the Exchange: some toys may there strike off Their sad remembrance. Farewell. Master Hazard ? And I i'th Common. By my Hope's of peace I'th tother World you have no injury: My plot was only to betray you to Love and repentance. Thou hast hit my instructions excellently. You are welcome, sir.
Plot summary
Plot — The Gamester
Wilding is sexually uninterested in his wife, but propositions her ward, Penelope, with the promise that afterwards he will find her a husband. Penelope agrees to sex with him only if Mistress Wilding consents, so Wilding duly asks his wife. Mistress Wilding encourages Penelope to agree—in order to facilitate a plot. Penelope insists on a midnight assignation: Wilding is to come in the dark and neither of them shall speak during the encounter. The plan is for Mistress Wilding to take Penelope’s place. When the evening comes, however, Wilding is more interested in a gambling event at an ordinary, and sends Hazard to sleep with Penelope in his place; but after losing his money in the game, he envies Hazard his more pleasurable night. Then Mistress Wilding tells him of the substitution, and he is tormented with the thought of being a cuckold, until he realizes that Hazard still thinks he slept with Penelope. He puts it to Hazard that they should marry, but Hazard is unwilling, until he hears of Penelope’s £2,000 estate. He woos and marries her, then tells Wilding that the earlier assignation did not go as expected: both Mistress Wilding and Penelope were there, armed with a light and planning to rebuke Wilding for his lechery. No sex took place, and so Wilding is no cuckold. In the second plot, the friends Delamore and Beaumont fall out in a drunken argument about their respective girlfriends, Leonora and Violante, and Beaumont wounds Delamore. One man is taken to a surgeon, the other to prison. Leonora’s father, Sir Richard Hurry, is delighted—he disapproves of Delamore and has a debt of honour to the Beaumont family—and endeavours to find a way of saving Beaumont from prosecution for murder. The terms he puts to Beaumont, however, are that he shall marry Leonora on his release, breaking off his engagement to Violante. Beaumont refuses, and Violante, who has overheard the conversation after bribing the jailer, cannot persuade him to change his mind and save his life. When he continues to refuse, Hurry agrees to his marrying Violante instead of Leonora. It emerges that Delamore is alive, so Beaumont is no longer in danger of capital proceedings. In the third plot, the rich citizen Barnacle pays Hazard to lose a staged quarrel with his nephew, Young Barnacle, in order to give the youth a dangerous reputation that will allow him to walk the streets safely. Young Barnacle proves ludicrously inept at picking a fight, but Hazard eventually takes his beating. Old…