Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 5 (griselda, mephastophilis, rsini, zelmane, hapless, orgalio…). Matches are highlighted.
I thank your care but he's mexorable You are expected at the pastorals Come sweet Zelmane Virtue will prompt you to Accept what was intended for your service Yet it's within my wishes to salute you With other testimony of your welcome. Every touch conveys
through my blood I shall betray my suffering, and through my eyes Let out my heart, Philoclea fit Philoclea you hinder the fair stranger. This was your poetry, Zelmane You are beholding to him, he would make You another I see, I am silent— Philoclea is too near I am not well'oth sudden, break off your mirth My heart is sick Where
are beholding to him, he would make You another I see, I am silent— Philoclea is too near I am not well'oth sudden, break off your mirth My heart is sick Where is Zelmane? Prithee be careful and watch them well good Miso I see through his disguise it's so, and love Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea, In what a miserable flame
be careful and watch them well good Miso I see through his disguise it's so, and love Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea, In what a miserable flame I burn! Zelmane thou hast stolen. My virtue from me, I ha'not power to think A harmless thought, would Music, From whence breathes that found? it is Zelmane. Zelmane 'Twas harmony
With handsome shadows to deceive the eye But cannot change my substance, I have a sense Can look beyond the superficial bark Come you're transparen't What means Zelmane to be igonrant When a Queen pleads for love, my heart will not Allow more circumstance; do not question How you became revealed, but pity her Whose bosom is tormented
Full speech
I thank your care but he's mexorable You are expected at the pastorals Come sweet Zelmane Virtue will prompt you to Accept what was intended for your service Yet it's within my wishes to salute you With other testimony of your welcome. Every touch conveys a fierce spirit through my blood I shall betray my suffering, and through my eyes Let out my heart, Philoclea fit Philoclea you hinder the fair stranger. This was your poetry, Zelmane You are beholding to him, he would make You another I see, I am silent— Philoclea is too near I am not well'oth sudden, break off your mirth My heart is sick Where is Zelmane? Prithee be careful and watch them well good Miso I see through his disguise it's so, and love Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea, In what a miserable flame I burn! Zelmane thou hast stolen. My virtue from me, I ha'not power to think A harmless thought, would Music, From whence breathes that found? it is Zelmane. Zelmane 'Twas harmony Indeed it carried something me thought Of sorrows descant, I herd love i'nt too Who is so happy to deserve a memory But in your sighs, come who's your servant? Nay then I see you can dissemble, my husband Nay I am so far from Jealousy I should not Be angry to see you both a bed together Why I can love you too, come thou shalt be my bedfellow Believe me I could take as much delight In thy embraces as my husbands, why Are we so nice to one another, I Am a woman, are not you so too? Why should we not be bold then, I have a mind To call thee Mistress, Yes and I'll disguise. My self in some quaint shape to court thy love: Nay do not blush: thou shalt be a man As you would to me And yet you may as easily perceive Gynecia's mindas I distinguish you Through all your clouds, Cupid does dictate rarely. To those that come to school to him, instruct With handsome shadows to deceive the eye But cannot change my substance, I have a sense Can look beyond the superficial bark Come you're transparen't What means Zelmane to be igonrant When a Queen pleads for love, my heart will not Allow more circumstance; do not question How you became revealed, but pity her Whose bosom is tormented with those fires Thy smiles the only greater flame can quench. Then I must be plainer, and be witness love I am compelled, be witness modesty, I now must blush for thee more then my self, A man, and be so cruel to a Lady Zelmane either give consent I shall be welcome to thee, or I vow by heaven To tell Basilius what thou art, I have Patience to let him court thee as a woman But when he see's his love abuse his privacy And daughters so dishonoured hadst thou a thousand Lives they were all forfeited by this So desperate in trusion, think upon't A woman I have lost thee, wheither will Thetempest of my fate enforce my tongue Yet be thou kind Zelmane if thou takest A glory in my suffering, Philoclea Does that name startle you? Philoclea My rival now Come I am familiar with every thought Your deer saint shall repent it, for this hand Shall take again the unlucky life I gave her: Turn not Gynecia fury And ask thy pardon, but believe me was Your strangeness did compel me to this language Joys reward your pity O pardon the over chardg'd Gynecia Whose error may be yet made more excusable By the immortal name of love My soul is narrow to receive this wide blessing. To none Philoclea What business can they have together? Stay you and spare not I would employ Philoclea Pardon their simplicity He played the man indeed, the King is troubled And thinks me Jealous of him, lass old man Did I not counterfeit and infirmity Las poor man, how careful he seemed of my health And counseled me to bed So soon as he is a sleep expect me What's the device Not I I will visit but my Closet And follow thy instructions, Zelmane now I am prepared And my happiness Chide not her 'Twas mine own plot to try your constancy. Death cease upon Zelmane for his coming But I will be revenged, when did I fallen From my high birth; in what lascivious Actium Lost I my fame, that this Basilius should wrong his own Gynecia Though your lust Missed the enjoying him for whom your heart Grew wanton, yet the sin cannot be purged They are adulterate sheets, and those embraces Which locked mine arms thy gilded, not one warm kiss But was intended for Zelmane lips O my fate The silence which I used I wished might save my modesty a language To accuse you now; indeed you have done ill Touse me thus If vice have so possessed you that my bed Is now grown hateful, make me not the scorn Of all your kingdom, send me home again To Argos to wear out my life in weeping My Lord has quite forsaken me I do freely pardon this error But Zelmane shall account Dearly for this unless he satisfy My furious blood, new welcome to my bosom Your Majesty may taste on't, but I meant it A draught for false Zelmane, it being virtual To increase affection, to me a gift My mother's love bestowed when I was married To Basilius if ever he grew cold To quicken his desires, I never yet Made trial Here my Lord My Lord, my Lord, Basilius, o he's dead If he be poisoned I have made fair work Dear husband, then for ever mourn Gynecia The gods have punished thy lascivious heat With hasty justice, hath my care so long Almost religiously preserved this drink To kill thus in a minute; o my soul Does feel a scorpion, and my lust appears Circled with thousand furies When you have spent your voices, let your eyes Speak a more killing language No matter for Pamela, look here shepherd's Herelies the King Never to awake, he's dead poisoned by this viol For bear, I can direct you to the murderer Look here you shepherd's, it was I that killed him Will you not trust me Yet fly Gynecia and save thy life, Betray not thine own, life; why do I talk Of safety, can there be in all the World A consort, when my honour and Basilius Have both forsaken me O Philonax You shannot need to mock me, when you know By whom he died thou wilt call in thy charity And curse me, it was I that poisoned him, His murderer The horror of my sin dwells round about me I need no more accusers then my Conscience. Do with me what you please, the wicked reasons That moved me to it you shall know hereafter My bar indeed which I have laid my self To bring my honour to a fallen and ruin O my deer Lord my tears do now enbalme thee, My blood shall quickly follow. Stay Philonax sh'at have. What thou desirest, I have been a judge already Upon my self and do not desire life, That am condemned by my own killing sentence I do again confess I was the murderer Of your and my Lord, robbed Arcadia and My children of a father, I, none but I Poisoned Basilius And what could Philonax say more against me? There remains only to obey your Judgement Which cannot come in any shape of death Too horrid for my sin I'm very weary Of this bade world, be just and take a life From me that else will groan it self away And mock your Justice. Ya're Just. Who binds my hands? Basilius I come To de a living guest in thy sad tomb. My deer Lord returned A thousand kisses welcome him to life Which I was weary of in thy lose. It's dangerous to expect the story. I feared the drink, but it may be his virtue To increase his love to me, I'll tell you more within sir.
Plot summary
Plot — The Arcadia
King Basilius understands an oracle to have foretold that his daughters’ marriage will result in his death and the usurpation of his throne by a foreigner; it has also indicated that he will commit adultery with his own wife. In an effort to thwart any destiny, he has decided to keep the girls unmarried virgins; he leaves court, placing the kingdom under the rule of his deputy, Philanax, and lodges his elder daughter Pamela in the forest with Dametas. Pyrocles and Musidorus are amorously interested in Basilius’ daughters, Pamela and Philoclea, and come to Arcadia in disguise. Musidorus poses as a shepherd, takes a job under Dametas, and, to enable him to elope with Pamela, gets the family out of the way with a series of ruses: Dametas is told a story of buried gold, Miso of her husband’s philandering, and Mopsa of a wishing tree which will enable her to become whatever she wants. (She wants to be a queen, with no obligation to obey anyone.) Pyrocles, meanwhile, gets access to Philoclea by disguising himself as an Amazon, Zelmane, only to find that in his new identity he has attracted interest from Basilius. ‘Zelmane’ helps to quell a rebellion by the people of Arcadia, who are dissatisfied with Basilius’ retirement from government, then arranges an assignation with the King at a nearby cave. Queen Gynecia sees through Pyrocles’ disguise and falls for him herself. He arranges for Gynecia to take his place at the date with Basilius, and approaches Philoclea while they are away. Basilius meets Gynecia in the cave and so fulfils part of the oracle: he commits ‘adultery’ with his own wife. Realizing her identity and his folly, he swears constancy, and she gives him what she takes to be a love philtre—which causes him to pass out, apparently dead. The defeated rebels take refuge in the forest, and encounter Musidorus and Pamela. Despite Pamela’s insistence that he should fight and die with honour, Musidorus persuades the rebels to release them. When they realize Pamela’s identity, however, they suspect treason and take the couple to court in an attempt to purge their own crimes. Meanwhile Pyrocles and Philoclea are found asleep together by Dametas, who has come looking for the missing Pamela. Philanax is now faced with what appears to be a royal crime wave—a poisoner queen, and two princesses guilty of sexual misconduct—and, despite Pamela’s insistence that her father’s death makes her Queen of Arcadia, he has them all imprisoned. King Euarchus comes to visit…