Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 12 (signor, sal, zelmane, handkerchief, absolon, dissemble…). Matches are highlighted.
prithee peace here will we keep our stand. False tonge that spoke such blasphemy before, That I dispraised, now does my soul adore. Oh she's divine and I become her thrall. A thousand, I must hence or else my heart will break. From whom the Letter. You may Sir Godfrey, this letter is from my Father Sir, who to morrow comes to Bristoe,
Why poisoned man, a little dram will doote. I if it be known but that shall never be, Speak honest Doctor wilt thou doote for me, Cut Docter never fear. Gold will salve all, and that thou shalt not want. Sweet mistress welcome. Thanks gentle mistress, but how if Sentlo come. hang her, I care not for her, our father's made the
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Friend Challener, I wonder at thy humour, To dote so much over this female kind, That charms thy senses makes thy eye sighed blind. To see my hounds, to chase the fallow deer, to see my fathon strike the partridge dead. to hear my horse Career, to drink full healths, and not live puling for and nounce of Beauty, Y says you bind me to a mighty task I'll see your Lady, and your Ladies mask, then prithee peace here will we keep our stand. False tonge that spoke such blasphemy before, That I dispraised, now does my soul adore. Oh she's divine and I become her thrall. A thousand, I must hence or else my heart will break. From whom the Letter. You may Sir Godfrey, this letter is from my Father Sir, who to morrow comes to Bristoe, And means to sojourn here all the winter time. It is even thus, well what remedy: Lie in the fields wretch, there despair and die. Yes: from my heart Sir, and do think it long, That this vild life of mine does breath so long. Sweet beauteous lets the causer of my smart, Forget in me, what I have done amiss, And seal my pardon with one balmy kiss My soul repents her lewd impyetie. Not to my friend but always to my foe. To anger thee I swear to love her more. I love her now, there over thy love is vain. For wear my Anabell, hence dotard go, On Sir 'tis welcome pare not but thrust home. Some Gracious Body help me I am slain. The villain Chalener hath almost slain me. About your daughter, and while she was dancing I praised her gesture and her comely grace, But Vallenger most Like a liberal villain, Did give her scandelus Ignoble terms, Which I rebuked him for whereupon, We drew our weapons, I by chance being down, The coward villain thus hath wounded me. Sir I wish it were to night be over to morrow, And by your daughters leave, seal it with this kiss. Do you call Sir? Sir I was welcoming this gentleman, This Gentelwoman, and this docter, Being strangers here in Bristol. thanks gentle Docter go to florence straife, With in this hour I'll in the garden wait, there bring her alone, Sentloe is sure, And as for Anabal her thoughts be pure, Sentloe once dead, Docter thou knowest my mind, Faith anabell she stays not long be hind, Good Docter fail not, I must now to dinner, What noise is that affrites mine ears With murder, I laid me down to sleep, Whats here: My sword drawn out and bloody And heres a gentleman new murdered, Some villain surely that hath done this deed, Hath laid this murdered body here by me, So by that means himself might be thought free. If it be so, why then most hapie I, that hates to live, and hath such means to die. Oh Challener, by the deep wrongs that I have done to thee, Oh hide thy face, thy looks are far more keen, Then is the axe, must strike the fatal stroke: For thee sweet youth, thou canst allege no reason Why thou shouldst die for me, Be joust Oh king. No torment worse, then fruitless lingering. To strike the stroke, to murder Anabell, First let my soul sink to the pit oh hell. Sir, master Sentloe is the man I chum e, To entertain the bride, he gives me leave To welcome Mistress Florance. What will you be so Coy, Sir but one word with Master Docter, I come, Well I will Compa e thee whatsoever befall. Docter, a word. Men oh thy sort are sworn to secrecy, But further me and keep my counsel. In that which I shall here impart to Thee, And I'll give Thee a Hundred pounds in gold. Then thus in Brief Anabel is my wife, But florence is the Mistress of my heart, I love her Docter, Dost thou conseaue me now, Thou knowest her sweet heart Sentlo, he's the let. Why poisoned man, a little dram will doote. I if it be known but that shall never be, Speak honest Doctor wilt thou doote for me, Cut Docter never fear. Gold will salve all, and that thou shalt not want. Sweet mistress welcome. Thanks gentle mistress, but how if Sentlo come. hang her, I care not for her, our father's made the match Now with a devil what whirl wind blue you hither? How now minks, what make you here. Likes it thee mistress? Here take it, a worse will serve your furne. Huswife, uncase, a worse will serve your turn. Go, get you hence, or else isle send you packing. Sentlo, the villain I throw back again, And will maintain mine honour with my sword, Draw vallenger, one of our death's is nigh. Well sentlo another time shall erve for us. To let me live with Thee a little space, Until I have obtained my Father's grace, Then what I have sweet mistress shall be thine. I hope sweet Florence that you do but jest. How irksome is the day unto my eyes, My cheeks do blush for to behold the skies, Methinks the heavens does frown upon my sin, And to repentance bids my heart begin, the earth do burn my feet with scorching fire, Because that all as hight was my desire, So heaven and earth, my practice does confound, Yet must I be beholding to the ground, My grief is here, sleep does follow sorrow, here rest thy wretched carcase till to morrow. Guilty in both my Lord, and here for both Ready to pay the penallty of my life, Though in my soul and conscience I am clear, Of Sentloes death, yet welcome happy lot, That so shall rid my life of that foul spot. A weak delay to hinder my strong faith. This purse I gave to Florence. I do embrace the law, as plea ed to die, Father forgive the follies of my youth, Umphrevill, let me bear to heaven Upon the wings oh my unfeigned repentance, My sorrow here indented in my tears, And thou endued wonder of thy exe, Forgive the wrongs that I have done to thee, That I may go with peace unto my death. Ere I a end this stage where I must act, The latest perjod oh this life of mine, First let me do my duty to my prince. Next unto you, to much by me offended, Now step, by step, as I a end this place, Mount thou my soul into the thrown oh grace, I my oh fence might be orgiuen on earth, I would ask pardon of my dread king. My parents, and my wife, That must forgive me, But my hateful life Hath so be bloated and besmeared my fault, That when I come to ask the last forgiveness, They will not list my suit, Nor yet regard it. The Be that Sucks the bitter Hemlock flouers, When that he comes to taste the Violet Does count his former food as trash and weeds Thou art the Violet the bitter Hemlock she, I blind be over, but now mine eyes does see. How now Docter, what will Florence come, Gosip get home, or I shall set you packing. Y says never worse, but all my Hope's in Thee, My Father and my wife knows all my drift, And all enraged, threatens to be revenged, And will not let me have no maintenance, But swears to plague me for my wickedness. Thou hast not murdered him, but my renown, His death, this hand my death of fame does wound. What spiteful fortune Vallenger is this, this villain Docter hath betrayed my trust, and to my father all my plots revealed, Who flat denies me succour or relief, I dare not I be seen within the city, For then there is no way but straight to prison, I'll call to mistress Florence I know that she is kind, to her isle show my grief and my sick mind, Ho, mistress Florence. Give me houseroom Florence but to night,
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…