Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 3 (numps, numpes, blastfield, wares, parson, nidden…). Matches are highlighted.
thou know what he hath written here. Here he desires me as ere I tendered him That I would entertain Thee as my man. I prithee what is thy name? Blunt name? Blunt nature? Here my rend does write, Though he be omwhat stoburne in his words, Yet he is of confirmed honesty, Well Blunt I entertain you Sir, How now, sweet love, whose
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Did Master Herbert then end you to me. Dost thou know what he hath written here. Here he desires me as ere I tendered him That I would entertain Thee as my man. I prithee what is thy name? Blunt name? Blunt nature? Here my rend does write, Though he be omwhat stoburne in his words, Yet he is of confirmed honesty, Well Blunt I entertain you Sir, How now, sweet love, whose that. I Blunt. Peace Sirrah on your li e. Go to, peace sirrah, no more. I prithee sweet lamb content thy self, This fellow was sent me from a special friend Though he be blunt yet is very honest. Thou wrongest thy self, God send Thee to amend And wouldst do further Wertenberg not for thy friend. Well since the bride does give me leave. I'll be so bold as to have a Dance. vallenger, your a villain to use me thus. Out you Whore come not in my sighed, For if thou dost by heaven isle martyr's Thee. I wonder that I am so dull and heavy, My feet does stumble, as I go along, Mine eyes hangs down, as if I had not slept This twenty days, pray God it be for good. Still more and more: well, I must needs lie down, And make my pillow of the grass and ground. I never slept more soundly in my life, But stay, how comes my hands so bloody, So is my face, me thinks, stay heres my man. Why how now blont why stares thou so upon me, Didst thou set any body to kill me. I am a masd, and know not what to say Oh my deer Harbart: Oh my loving friend. Thus Like a friar I have disguised my self, To see my dear friend, that hath saved my life, And that same strumpet that Would have caused my death. A harlots love, is Like a chimney smoke, Quivering in the air between two blasts of wind, Born here and there by either of the same, And properly to none of both inclined, Hate, and despair, is painted in their eyes, Deceit, and treason, in their bossome lies: Their promises, are made of brittle glass, Ground Like a Philip, to the finest dust, Their thoughts Like streaming rivers swiftly pass, Their words are oil, and yet they gather rust, True are they never found, but in untruth: Constant in nought, but in unconstancy: Devouring cankars of men liberty, But stay: I am at the prison gate, Where are you keeper, let me speak with you? A fryer come to confess your prisoners. Health to this place: sir, let me speak with you. Do you not sorrow inward at your heart, For your lose life you have so wanton spent. Do not despair, although your death be nigh, Heaven look upon you with a Gracious eye. To confess truly your offences passed. One thing, and every thing. Are you not sorry for that you have done. I hope your mind will change be over you die. God turn your heart: friend let me speak with you, The time draws near of execution, What is it meet I go along with you? the which I will endeavour to deserve, And not so much as once in thought to swerve. Well Frog tell thy Master I will not fail. The time is to short to make another.
Plot summary
Plot — The Fair Maid of Bristol
Chaloner, who expects to marry Sir Godfrey Umphreville’s daughter Annabel, takes his friend Vallenger to Sir Godfrey’s birthday party. Vallenger falls for Annabel himself, and a violent quarrel with Chaloner ensues; Vallenger is wounded, and Chaloner is disgraced in Sir Godfrey’s eyes. Annabel needs little persuasion to transfer her affections to Vallenger, and they become engaged. On hearing this, Chaloner returns to Bristol from London, disguised as an Italian doctor. Sentloe lives a hedonistic life with Florence, a courtesan, and ignores the moralistic advice of his friend Herbert. To demonstrate his friendship, Herbert follows the couple to Bristol and, taking the alias Blunt, gets himself hired as a servant by Sentloe. They attend Vallenger’s wedding, and, despite the occasion, Vallenger is smitten with Florence, and asks the Italian doctor to poison Sentloe and Annabel. In the meantime he meets with Florence, who admits that her true interest in Sentloe is limited to the contents of his purse. When Florence admires Annabel’s clothes, Vallenger gives them to her, leaving Annabel in her underwear. Florence asks Blunt to murder Sentloe. Outraged by his behaviour, Vallenger’s father turns him out, but Florence refuses to take him in. Blunt tells her that Sentloe is dead - too late, as Vallenger is no longer an eligible suitor, and Florence wishes the murder undone. In reality, Blunt has only given Sentloe a sleeping potion; but, ordered by Florence to frame Vallenger, he finds Sentloe and Vallenger asleep near one another, bloodies Vallenger’s sword, and calls for the authorities. The despairing Vallenger sees the accusation as a good way of committing suicide, and makes a false confession. Blunt pretends Sentloe is an old friend and claims his body for burial. ===== PAGE 72 ===== The King arrives at Bristol, and hears Vallenger’s case. Blunt asks for the sentence to be deferred, and lays information against Florence. Faced with the evidence of the purse with which she paid Blunt, she realizes. the game is up, but tries to drag Blunt down with her. Vallenger, Florence, and Blunt are all sentenced to death, but the King grants the concession that Vallenger may be spared if another man will die in his place. Sentloe disguises himself as a friar to visit the prisoners, but finds Florence unrepentant. At the execution, Annabel and Chaloner both offer themselves in exchange for Vallenger; though Annabel has disguised herself as a man, she is identified, and…