Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 9 (ralph, blastfield, bully, abram, rees, signiour…). Matches are highlighted.
your feather molted? this does make No show, it should spread over Like a Canopy, Your hight reined Monsieur wears it for a shade, And cooler to his back, your doublet must Be more unbotton'd hereabout, you'll not Be a sloven else, a foul shirt is no blemish, You must be confident, and outface clean linen! Your doublet and your
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The morning rises from your Ladies eye, If she look clear, we take the happy omen Of a fair day. Venus is Mars his bird too. I am for that skirmish. All tongues are so much busy with your praise, They have not time to frame other discourse, Will please you Madam? taste a Sugerplum. Is she married? What a widow? some thing. Of this wide commendation might have been Excused, this such a prodigy? And will you kiss the Ladies? Praying's forgotten. What ails your Ladyship? Comfits will be as comfortable to your stomach Ma dam. I will teach him Postures and rudiments. Madam all pleasures languish in your absence. I attend, and shall account it Honour to wait on your return. If this Lady Aretina should be honest, I would lost time, she's free as air, J must Have closer conference, and if I have art, Make her affect me in revenge. By sir Thomas and his Mistress. The Lady Celestina, I never saw Eyes shoot more amorous interchange. He wears her favour with mere pride. A feather that he ravished from her fan. And is so full of courtship, which she smiles on. And praises her beyond all poetry. Not jealous! I wood not if I might. And name the employment. Please you Madam, They are very comfortable. He has never a sword, sweet Mr. Frederick But I thank My friends they brought me up a little better, Give me the town wits, that deliver jests Clean from the bow, that whistle in the air, And cleave the pin at twelvescore, Ladies do But laugh at a gentleman that has any learning. 'Tis sin enough to have your clothes suspected, Leave us, and I will find a time to instruct you; Come here are sugar plumbs, 'tis a good Frederick. Do you not blush Madam? To ask that question. Then Pride and ill memory go together. I am ashamed on't, You and ingenious Lady and well mannerd? I'll reach a Bear as much civility. What College? Of the Bears. Tha'rt a puppet, a thing made Of clothes and painting, and not half so handsome As that which played Susanna in the fair. Is there any Man that will cast away his limbs upon her? Do we not sting her handsomely We are hanged already. He has a hundred Mistress's, you may Be charitable Madam I would none, He surfeits, and I fallen away that kidneys. By this Jewel, I know her not 'Tis our duty. Your French tailor Has made you a perfect gentleman, I may Converse now with you, and preserve my credit, De'e find no alteration in your body With these new clothes? You are not yet in fashion then, that must Have a new motion garb, and posture too, Or all your pride is cast away, it is not The cut of your apparel makes a gallant, But the geometrical wearing of your clothes. 'Tis Like a Midwife, Place it with best advantage of your hair, Is half your feather molted? this does make No show, it should spread over Like a Canopy, Your hight reined Monsieur wears it for a shade, And cooler to his back, your doublet must Be more unbotton'd hereabout, you'll not Be a sloven else, a foul shirt is no blemish, You must be confident, and outface clean linen! Your doublet and your breeches must be allowed No private meeting here, your cloak's too long, It reaches to your buttock, and does smell Too much of Spanish gravity, the fashion Is to wear nothing but a Cape, a coat May be allowed a covering for one elbow, And some to avoid the trouble, choose to walk In qui po thus. Your belt about your shoulder is sufficient To keep off any storm, beside a read But waved discreetly, has so many pores, It sucks up all the rain that falls about one, With this defence when other men have been Wet to the skin through all their cloaks, I have Defied a tempest and walked by the Taverns Dry as a bone. Is not that Yet thought upon. They are every where. Beside your fencing, Your singing, dancing, riding, and French-master, Two may serve domestic to be constant waiters Upon a gentleman a fool, a pimp. It is Not necessary, or Jack, or Harry, Or what he's known abroad by will found better, That men may think he is a Christian. According to the honour Of men that do employ em. And Emperor May give this office to a Duke, A King May have his Viceroy to negotiate for him, A Duke may use a Lord, the Lord a Knight A Knight may trust a gentleman, and when They are abroad, and merry, gentlemen May pimp to one another. A fool is necessary. That question Mr. Frederick The school of Heraldry should conclude upon; But if my judgement may be herd the fool Is your firstman, and it is known a point Of state to have a fool. Not all, theres story for't, Princes have been no with er than they should be, Would any noble man, that were no fool Spend all in hope of the Philosophers stone, To buy new Lordship's in another country, Would Knights built Colleges, or gentlemen Of good states, challenge the field and fight Because a whore won't be honest, come, Fools are a family over all the world; We do affect one naturally, indeed The fool is Leiger with us. How do you Like your nephew Madam now? Sweet Madam! Think me but worth your favour, J wo'd creep Upon my knees to honour you, and for every Minute you lend to my reward, isle pay A year of serviceable tribute. Thus still she puts me off, Unless J speak the down right word, she'll never Understand me, a man would think that creeping Upon one's knees Were English to a Lady. Enter Alex. 'Tis Alexander the great. But thou hast a plough That brings it Madam I kiss your hand, wood you wood think Of your poor servant, flesh and blood is frail, And trouble some to carry without help. But I Have taken fire. But never quench my heart, your charity Can only do that! Now you bless me, and I date Be drunk in expectation. I would been fishing. My belly full of water. My rapier's is drowned, And I am little better, I was up bi'th heals, And out came a tun of water beside wine. Would you have me drunk With Water? It has made a poor John of me. And boiled by this time, deer Madam a bed. I have ill luck, and I should smell by this time, I am but new taken I am sure, sweet gentlewoman. Pray do not pluck off my skin, It is so wet, unless you have good eyes You'll hardly know it from a shirt. Madam we know, what stuff your soul is made on. I think we peperd her
Plot summary
Plot — The Lady of Pleasure
Bored with country life, Aretina forces her husband, Sir Thomas Bornwell, to sell up their estate and come to live in London. There she lives extravagantly, buying expensive luxuries and gay clothes, and keeping up with her equally prodigal neighbour, the young widow Celestina. She summons her nephew Frederick home from university, unhappy that he has been turned into a serious scholar, and she asks her fashionable friends Kickshaw and Littleworth to teach him the conventions of social behaviour. Bornwell decides that all he can do is match his wife’s profligacy, and visits Celestina as one of her many suitors. He invites her back to his house as a guest. A formerly promiscuous lord has lost all interest in sex since the death of his mistress. Decoy the bawd offers to procure Aretina for him, but Aretina is his kinswoman: he refuses, and sends Decoy to Aretina with a letter purporting to be a testimonial, but which is actually a warning against the bearer. But Aretina, seeking an extra-marital liaison, treats the letter as a positive recommendation, and engages Decoy to procure Kickshaw for her. She also asks Kickshaw and Littleworth to provoke her unwanted guest Celestina, but their disparaging remarks have no effect, other than to annoy Bornwell when he overhears them; he encourages Celestina to insult them back at length. Kickshaw is invited to an assignation, which turns out to be with Decoy, disguised as a crone. She proposes a nocturnal meeting for sex, promising that she will seem much younger in the dark (primarily, of course, because she will be a different woman, Aretina incognito). That night, Aretina gives him money and rich presents, but makes him promise not to talk about his lover; instead, when he visits her at home, he boasts about his mistress and unwittingly gives her back her own gifts. The Lord’s friends introduce him to Celestina in the hope that she will rekindle his interest in women. It does, but she refuses him unless he commits himself to an honourable chastity. Bornwell has started to gamble and to lose large sums of money. Husband and wife compete with one another in conspicuous consumption—dinner parties, playgoing, balls—until Bornwell tells Aretina that they have enough left for one more month of this lifestyle, after which they will lead a life of poverty. Aretina comes to her senses and insists they return to the country; Bornwell reassures her that he has not in fact been spending money, so they are financially secure…