Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 5 (griselda, mephastophilis, rsini, zelmane, hapless, orgalio…). Matches are highlighted.
your self I have lost my self already, And love is but a blind guide to direct My virgin steps, I feign would reply something But feel a trembling in my voice, Zelmane My father, what account shall I give him I have said nothing he commanded Was this his plot? I have learned my duty sir My heart is full, and though my tongue denies
commanded Was this his plot? I have learned my duty sir My heart is full, and though my tongue denies Him farewell, he may read it in my eye. Here art thou not hurt Zelmane. My soul at every stroke made against thee Was leaving my palebody Had not the valiant Amazon it seems, defenced your person Ere the troops arrived, it might have
leaped Into my breast and there burns modestly It would have spread into a greater flame But still I curbed it with my tears, o Pyrocles I would thou Wertenberg Zelmane again, and yet I must confess I loved thee then, I know not With what prophetic soul but I did wish Often, thou were no man, or I no woman And you The object of
em, Pyrocles There's nothing left me now but prayers for thee With which I'll weary heaven or tire my self For thy success. O my sweet Pyrocles My father sweet Zelmane to whose command I owe my life I dare give thee my life, but pardom me This is not safe, thus seeking to assure. You may untimely happen lose Philoclea My duty
Full speech
This shall be so to me while 'tis n y father's, She has a charm to win from all the world 'Tis pity nature. Made thee not a man, this compliment Would then become you Wilt please you rest your self? Since you imagine you are so near, it is no sin I hope to entreat you stay with us a little, I would Wish though to make you blessed with too hasty a remove How is it with my virtuous Amazon? What? I fear not well Good heaven forbid What? A man, good heaven O Philoclea Come not too near I charge you; I would chide. But dare not, would you had not told me this Indeed you were to blame, I must not hear you Excuse your self I have lost my self already, And love is but a blind guide to direct My virgin steps, I feign would reply something But feel a trembling in my voice, Zelmane My father, what account shall I give him I have said nothing he commanded Was this his plot? I have learned my duty sir My heart is full, and though my tongue denies Him farewell, he may read it in my eye. Here art thou not hurt Zelmane. My soul at every stroke made against thee Was leaving my palebody Had not the valiant Amazon it seems, defenced your person Ere the troops arrived, it might have proved too fatal I'm troubled, and dare not go to bed There's some thing whispers to my soul this will Will be a fatal night, my mother is not well I must needs see her—would, the gods protect me Was Would. What mean you? You make me tremble. Sin did never yet Profane that voice. I know not what to say, where is my father I had a mother too, this Chamber they Used to call their's Pyrocles For so you call your self, and such I dare Believe you are, for falsehood cannot dwell A neighbour to that tongue although I might Demand with reason, and my duty first What does concern my parents, such a truth Shines in your language, and such Innocence In what you call affection, I must Declare you have not placed one good thought here Which is not answered with my heart, the fire Which sparkled in your bosom long since leaped Into my breast and there burns modestly It would have spread into a greater flame But still I curbed it with my tears, o Pyrocles I would thou Wertenberg Zelmane again, and yet I must confess I loved thee then, I know not With what prophetic soul but I did wish Often, thou were no man, or I no woman And you The object of my watches, when the night Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber Yet when the weight of my own thoughts grew heavy For my tear dropping eyes, and drew these Curtains My dreams Wertenberg still of thee, forgive my blushes And the imagination thou Wertenberg then My harmless bed fellow If the be Pyrocles You will rest satisfied with this confession You only shall obtain my love There's something that sits heavy on my forehead I know you cannot but be noble, pray A little sleep, if I exceed three minutes Prithee wake me Pyrocles what's the matter? O we are miserable Take him a way, a traitor with the rest, King Evarchus sayest? Alas he comes to late to visit, but Most seasonable to be a judgein this Great cause, take gently up thatroyall body Whose souls a star already, all that we Can pay is justice to his memory. Weel speak with'em but in your hearing, What will become of us? alas sister I want drops for my own grief My father's death, She could not kill him sure, did ever grief So soon make such a pair of Orphans, our Fortune's are so strange and thick, posterity Will think our story fiction, and yet It seems th'are not so great to break our hearts A'th sudden, I would willingly die too But I remember Pyrocles Do they name us? Do they not rail sometime and curse? His presence could be never more unwelcome Beside his follies will but ill agree With our affliction O misery! Who sent you sirrah to my Chamber? They are very hasty to arraign em, Pyrocles There's nothing left me now but prayers for thee With which I'll weary heaven or tire my self For thy success. O my sweet Pyrocles My father sweet Zelmane to whose command I owe my life I dare give thee my life, but pardom me This is not safe, thus seeking to assure. You may untimely happen lose Philoclea My duty binds me not to rob my parents, Such a departure may undo their comfort As you're a prince persuade me not commit So unnatural a trespass, weel expect And satisfy our young desires till time Mature our joy, I could content my self To look on Pyrocles and think it happiness Enough, or if my soul affect variety Of pleasure every accent of thy voice Shall Court me with new rapture, and if these Delights be narrow for us there is left A modest kiss, whose every touch conveys Our melting souls into each others lipes, Why should not you be pleased to look on me To hear and sometime kiss Philoclea Indeed you make me blush And although guilty of his blood, for so They say our mother hath confessed her self I must in duty weep for her.
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…