Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 19 (piety, thalander, crimes, blessings, loathed, pretend…). Matches are highlighted.
Speak it my Lord no more, no private injury Can so corrupt his nature; come, I know He dares not fight their cause! Would? you are mystical. Is obligation to a parent more Then that we owe our Country, o Vittori, My life were profitably spent to save Thy honour, which is great in the world's eye, Time shall be grieved to have
Full speech
Take it from me, and after cut my head off, I charged him as his heart wished to enjoy A Father's blessing, as he loved the honour Of his Cassandra, fearing some new plot To hire a Bark, and quickly put to Sea, While I made some stay to dispose affairs, That might befriend us in another country, He did obey and had my prayers, the winds Conveyed him swiftly from the shore, and had Your creature Julio not made such haste, I had dispatched, and in another vessel Followed his ship, but heaven determined I Should be again your prisoner, use your power But look to give account for every hair Of this old head, now withered in your service. You tell me wonders, my son General Of all the enemies Forces, can Vittori Lay such a stain upon our family, Speak it my Lord no more, no private injury Can so corrupt his nature; come, I know He dares not fight their cause! Would? you are mystical. Is obligation to a parent more Then that we owe our Country, o Vittori, My life were profitably spent to save Thy honour, which is great in the world's eye, Time shall be grieved to have preserved thy name So long, and when this blot shall be observed Upon the last leaf of thy Chronicle, It shall unsettle quite the readers faith To all the former story. What? Has my son put Rebellion into act already? that Will save my executioner a labour, He has, I read it, look into the tombs Of all our ancestors, and see their ashes Look paler then before, the Marble sweats, The Eboine pillars that so many years Sustained our titles shake, and sink beneath em, The Genius of our house groans at this treason, I will not live for any man to tell me I am Vittories Father. Forgive me sir my passion, I have gilded Enough without em to deserve your anger, He was my son, and that must needs condemn me; But I will lose him from my blood, and cut His name from that fair list, that numbers up Our family, but I forget my self, I have no minutes at command, my life Is at the last sand, and I cannot stay, Be just, and purge Vittories sin with his Old Father's blood, I do obey your doom. Good my Lord distract me not, let me die In my right wits. I reach your sense in partly my Lord, but cannot Gather your words into a sum, beside The honour is so great I dare not with The safety of my understanding, think One so unworthy as Alphonso. Gainst all the world I dare. A glory I My soul's ambitious of. O Alberto I Could wish Vittori dead, but two not satisfy Unless we murder one another too, And I must challenge him, he is my son Although he be a Rebel. My son— Will both the Kings trust to our swords their cause? What profit brings My valour then if I overcome. So I must kill my son, or he must be A Parricide. Except Vittori sir, and I dare challenge The proudest in their Army. I am worse? I had some room before, now I'm confined To such a strait, my heart must of necessity Contract it self, my own thoughts stifle me, Vittori is lost already, I must go Another way to find out my own ruin. Sir have comfort, Your sorrow will discourage all. They dare not, 'tis against The rules of war. He's mad. And a fair one, what's the mystery. Her bearing is above the common sp rit. He dares not be so cruel. Sir, my Lord? Lady you were too-blame—my Lord. Such security were welcome. And a brave one! My poor son Vittori! She is. Safe in the City sir. Guarded with love and honour, which he Hope's Is not here wanting to Cesario. With Vittori sir. My humblest duty.— Take council to your Actium— Rosinda is in the same condition, my Lord Vouchsafe me hearing. My sons life Cassandra. My Lord? 'Tis desired already.
Plot summary
Plot — The Young Admiral
Cesario has provoked a war between Sicily and Naples by wounding the King of Sicily’s favourite, Horatio, and by refusing to marry his daughter, Rosinda; he is more interested in Cassandra, the girlfriend of the Neapolitan Admiral Vittori. He pesters her unsuccessfully while Vittori is away fighting the war, then has Vittori’s father Alphonso imprisoned. When Vittori returns in triumph, he finds the city gates shut against him on Cesario’s orders. Offered a reward by the King, Cesario’s father, Vittori asks for Alphonso’s freedom; the King agrees only on condition that Vittori and Cassandra go into exile. The banished pair are shipwrecked on the Neapolitan coast and fall into the hands of the regrouped Sicilian army. Cassandra is taken into Rosinda’s custody and Vittori offered a choice: if he agrees to lead the army against Naples, Cassandra’s life will be spared. Torn between love and honour, he chooses love. He goes to Naples, disguised as a herald, and tries to persuade the King to surrender; but Cesario complicates his dilemma by sending back the message that Alphonso will be executed if Vittori fights. The threat is a bluff: after the message is sent, Alphonso is appointed to command the Neapolitan army against his son. Rosinda is with the invasion forces because, despite everything, she loves Cesario. Cassandra writes to him to set up an assignation, intending that Rosinda should go in her place. Cesario agrees to come into the Sicilian camp for the meeting, but the plan is overheard by Horatio, who tells the King. Cesario is arrested on arrival and held as a hostage. Vittori assumes that Cassandra was two-timing him, and decides to fight and save Alphonso. Rosinda corrects his misapprehension, and they go in disguise to Naples, where she offers herself as a reciprocal hostage: now Sicily cannot harm Cesario without Naples harming Rosinda, and vice versa. The war ends with a marriage treaty: Cesario accepts Rosinda and apologises for wounding Horatio. In the sub-plot, Pazzorello is afraid of battle, and accepts Didimo’s offer of magical protection against injury. He meets with a witch—actually Rosinda’s waiting-woman in disguise—and, after he has handed over all his money, he is blindfolded for the magical ceremony. Didimo assaults him, telling him that each blow adds to his invulnerability. With his courage reinforced, he picks a fight with a soldier, and comes off worst—because, Didimo explains, the weapons used against him were not included in…