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in The Gamester — Shirley, James

Metadata

PlayThe Gamester
AuthorShirley, James
Year (catalogued)1637
First performance1633
Decade1630s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult Professional
CompanyQueen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)Pag. | Pa.
Words704
Characters3718
Typicality0.24 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA12137
BritDrama no.2418
ClusterCluster 20 — Conjurers, witches & physicians

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 20 (ithimore, nat, invisible, notary, glycerie, humfrey…). Matches are highlighted.

I know not Mistress. My Mistress, sir. How d'ee mean Mistress? We Pages meet rewards of several nature's, This great man gives us Gold, that Lady Gloves, Tother silk Stockings, Roses, Garters: but The Lady, and Mistress whom we serve in ordinary, Reserves another

Full speech

I know not Mistress. My Mistress, sir. How d'ee mean Mistress? We Pages meet rewards of several nature's, This great man gives us Gold, that Lady Gloves, Tother silk Stockings, Roses, Garters: but The Lady, and Mistress whom we serve in ordinary, Reserves another bounty, for our closeness. As your Physician, or your looking-lass; That in your absence cannot be corrupted To betray your complexion. Who my Master? Alas forsooth, d'ee think he lets me know? I hire a Coach Sometime, or so, but ride always i'th boot, I look at no body but the passengers, I do not fit i'th same box at Plays with him. I wait at Tavern, I confess, and so forth, And when he has supped, we must have time to eat too, And what should I trouble my conscience, With being too officious, till I am called for? 'Tis true, he waits upon the Ladies home, But it's so dark, I know not where they dwell, And the next day we have new ones, las mere strangers To me, and I should be unmannerly To Catechise they, if now, and then, there be Any super vous cast waiting-woman, There be so many serving men about her, I cannot come to ask a question, And how should I know any thing? Alas forsooth, You know 'tis ill to do a thing that's wicked, But 'twere a double sin to talk on't too, If I were guilty; beside forsooth, I know You would near trust me again, If I should tell you. I must beseech you To be excused, my Master is my Master, My feet are at your service, not my tongue, I wo'd not forfeit my recognizance, And shame the tribe, Pages, and Midwives are Sworn to be close. Yes forsooth. Sir Master Hazard desires your company at Tavern, he says there are none but gentlemen of your acquaintance, Master Acre-less, Master Littlestoke, and Master Sell-away, the three Gamesters. My mistress did command my diligence To find you out and pray you come to speak with her. 'Tis of consequence, She says, and much concerns you. Not when she sent me forth. Alas, sir, he'll devour me. Be at my back then pray, sir, now I think on't I have the beard here too with which I frighted Our maids last night. Is not your name Barnacle ? Sirrah, how dare you name a Captain? Thou tun of ignorance, he shall eat my Pistol , And save me the discharge. Let my sword show him but one flash of lightning To sing the hair of his head off. Thou dogbolt and cozen germane to Cerbenus. Again. He think? is this a place for him to think in? Minotaur, vanish immediately, or I will shoot death From my Mustachios and kill thee Like a Porcupine. I see thou hast something in thee of a Soldier, to no Pur pose, and I will cherish it. Thou art a rascal in thy under standing, thou shat excuse me, Turk, in honourable love: I re member thy great grandfather was hanged for robbing a Ped ler-woman of six yards of inckle, and thou mayest, (maugre the Herald) in a right line, challenge the gallows by his copy; mongrel of mongrel Hall. I am thy humble servant, and will cut the throat of any man that says thou hast ey there wit or honesty more then is fit for a gentleman. Command my sword, my lungs, my life, thou art a puff, a mulligrube, a Metaphysical Coxcomb, and I honour you with all my heart. Now shall I tell my mistress you'll come to her? Nothing to me; but my eyes never beheld Her look more pleasantly. For that I urge not My being a Commissioner alone To do you service, I have friends in Court, And great ones, when the rigor of the Law Hath sentenced you to mediate your pardon: Nor takes it from the justice of a Prince, Where provocation and not malice makes Guilty, to save, whom the sharp letter dooms Sometime to execution: I am to far From doubting your discharge, that I dare forfeit My life if I secure not yours from any Danger for this offence.

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…