Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)
Pa. | Pate. | Pat. | Pa
Words
1444
Characters
7186
Typicality
0.25 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A16924
BritDrama no.
2277
Cluster
Cluster 1 — Wives, widows & intimate counsel
Important excerpts
Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 1 (nony, tailors, butler, mall, jesu, massinissa…). Matches are highlighted.
Counterfeit ches instantly, and dispers to themselves by ways, I had no Commission to stay them. To the point then Lady. I see no reason why I should vex and torment this delicate and tender body, with Physic. Her disease is Melancholy; The cause of this disease I have found apparently in the two hours probation since you left her with me,
Full speech
Sir, there's a gentlewoman would speak with you. I never saw her before sir. I asked her name. But I per ceiu'd some displeasure in her look (whither it were shame, grie e, or anger I know not) that made her conceal it: On lie telling me she was a woman very hurtless, and warran table against your fear. No sir it is not she. I know my Lady that shall be. A Bawd I Bless my Master's wits. But the best is, if he be mad, there's that at hand will tame him, or any man: A fine Cooler, called Marriage, to take his bachelors button a h le lower! Can it be possible? She might have been Mother of the Maids, as well, to my seeming; or a Matron, to have trained up the best Lady Daughters in the Country. Here comes her Man, again. Are you the Cock-bawd to the hen was here, ere while sir. C me you to bargain for a Punk sir? Faith where's the meeting? Where's the Supper? at the Bridgefoot, or the Cat? or where is it? Hold, hold. Pray hold a little sir. I cry you mercy. I might be mistaken. I see thou art a good fellow. I have half a dozen for thee faith. God's foot what big words and ter rible Actium he has! Is this the Bawds language? Pray par done me sir: I have been overwatched of late, and knew nei there place, person, not what I said at the instant. I sir, 'tis and infirmity I am much troubled withal; a kind of a—between steep and waking—I know not what to call it. I would give twenty nobles to be cured on't. I pray take it not ill sir; I use any man so, when the fits on me, till they thoroughly wake me. No, 'tis very well now I thank you sir. Alas I put my Master to the pains, twice or thrice a week, I assure you, to my grief. Faith I fell into it first, with a conceit I took for overbuying a bargain of Drink. Your business with my Master sir? I pray. I shall acquaint him with it. I pray pardon my error. Oh not so sir. Well master Pimp I have a plot upon your employment, as bravely as you carry it. I know he is a Bawd by his outfacing. And I do humble and disguise my Manhood to work on him by policy: And if I put not a fine slur upon him for all his brave bravados, then Oliver Pate has no brains; nor is there any difference betwixt a Servingman and a Pandar.— Now wit, and be thy will! Sir, my Master desires to be excused: for he is with some friends, on private but sines, concerning his Marriage; which is to be to morrow. But says, if it please you to meet him in the Evening, be tween four, and five, in the great Palace; and condnuct him to the Gentlewoman, he will attend her with his best service. As I wished: But you may easily. He is of a come lie stature; and will be in a read cloa e and a white Feather, Beside I'll wait on him. Fare you well sir. Good Foist, I shall make a Whiskin of you now, and for nothing too. I have been a little bold with my Master's name in this answer; the know ledge of which he is unguilty of. I saw how he shifted her off: Therefore I will further be bold both with his name and person, which I will put upon a friend in store. My spe ciall friend, Captain Anvil, a notable lecherous Tup: He has been at me for a bit out of my Master's flock any time these three weeks. I'll pleasure him with her for rea die money. I know 'tis some cast stuff, that my Master has done withal. And let him take what follows. Brother Hum rey, take my hand and word for thy instructions. I will acquaint thee with and old Ladies Usher, in the Strand, that shall give thee thy Gait, they Postures, thy Language, thy Habit, and thy whole charge in so plain a Method, that thou shalt instantly start up as pretty a Gen le man Usher, none dispraised as any between Templebar and Charingcross; marry further I cannot promise you B to prithee tell me. Is our Lady of so hight a temper and stately carriage as she is reputed? But how is she to her servants? Bountiful and free? She will not strike will she? Heaven be good to us! she never struck thee, did she? Nay brother, you know we have vowed to be all one: the Marriage hath united us. Prithee tell me. Will she throw too? We shall have a foul h use on't I fear But since it is too ate, fight Dog, fight B are. I'll turn my Master lose to her. Here they come. By this light me thinks they look as if they were fallen out already. By this hand my Lady's jealous already. Some that come in gentile fashion to prese e a Mask. The Masquers are all gone sir. They took their Counterfeit ches instantly, and dispers to themselves by ways, I had no Commission to stay them. To the point then Lady. I see no reason why I should vex and torment this delicate and tender body, with Physic. Her disease is Melancholy; The cause of this disease I have found apparently in the two hours probation since you left her with me, to be Love, which she hath so greedily taken in, that it hath overwhelmed her spirits, and turned the faculties of all her senses into a rude confusion, sending forth the use of them extravagantly. It's done in three words. The Party that she loves, must be the Doctor, the Medicine, and the Cure. Pray call him up, on peril of my judgement. Ex. Tray. G we me your hand M rs . Constance. I have good news for you. The Gentleman, whom you love best, shall be your bed fellow. She pra tl S very prettily me thinks. already? Sure Cupid shot you with a f or ed arrow out oh his Crossbow. But what will you say Lady, I by my Ar I this Gent e man unmarried again, and a Suitor unto y u pr sen lie? By my faith you wrong me: Nor of any poisoning pur po e. I was but putting a case of— Is that the Gent? I must first alute him by your favo r. Sir, all the accu mul tions of honour shower down upon you. Is this her Uncle? S we ye sir I'll go find her— By your leave Gallants. I perceive your Company is not yet full. A Gentlewoman, and a Spaniard. I, a Spaniard, Would: if you will have it so: Which of your N eces sir? Who sir, the Gentlewoman? I put her in her coach. To discourse a tedious Lecture unto you, Lady, in speaking philosophically of the disease of Melancholy, were to show more learning then discretion. There are large volumes of it in Print, to very slender purpose. Out of her wits say they? I fear she is then all of us, that have to do with her. She knows my gown b tter that n I do: for I have had but two ho res acquaintance with it. It's oh longer since I hired it of the hangmans Mere cham to a Broker. It might have been Lopus gown for ought I know. But one word sweet Lady; and you shall have the whole benefit of h S presence to your S life. Your C ach is ready at door you say. As you find her then after a few words away with her. I have my partly sir. In le hold the discreet oh uernesse in talk in the nex room. I have done sweet soul. Lady I have instructed the gent. shall we l au that m? To clear that doubt there lies my Order of Priesthood. Even he, the Parson Nochurch, and this my Patron, whom I must beseech together with the whole company, to preserve me out of the high Commission: for look you, here is again your Licence. It is not to be doubted sir. Yet a Voluntary. But there are some without that are more then invited, yet come against their wills. Brought sir by a Constable and Officers, to be examined. Where's the jolly Justice?
Plot summary
Plot — The Northern Lass
Against the advice of his kinsman Triedwell, Sir Philip Luckless has contracted to marry Mistress Fitchew, a rich lawyer’s widow. He has second thoughts when he meets his future brother-in-law, the idiot Widgeon, and realizes that he may have allied himself to bad stock. Mistress Trainwell comes to remind him that he is already committed to marry the northern lass Constance, but he is unco-operative, calling Constance a whore and Trainwell a bawd. It later emerges that Constance sent Trainwell in the naive belief that a kiss from Luckless at a fleeting encounter was a binding offer of marriage. Triedwell attempts to save Luckless by dissuading Fitchew from the match. His arguments about the discontents of wifely obedience make no headway: Fitchew has already had her own dominance written into the marriage contract. Moreover, Triedwell falls 1629 in love with her himself. Fitchew suspects Luckless is trying to wriggle out of his obligations. When Luckless proposes having the marriage solemnized early, she takes it to be a bluff, and calls it; by that evening, they are married. They are presented with a wedding masque of forsaken lovers; Triedwell wears the willow for Fitchew and Constance for Luckless. This so offends Fitchew that she refuses to sleep with her new husband; Luckless regrets his hasty marriage. Constance falls into a melancholy over her lost love. Her uncle, the justice Sir Paul Squelch, tries to induce her to marry Nonsense, but she sees through an attempt to pass him off as Luckless. Squelch decides to get himself another heir by pursuing a more active sex life. Triedwell arranges for Holdup, a whore, to be brought before him in his official capacity; instead of punishing her, he adopts her as his mistress and, to ensure free access without suspicion, passes her off as Constance. Fitchew is persuaded to divorce Luckless, but she will only do so after Constance is already engaged. Triedwell induces Widgeon to woo the false Constance, which he does posing as Luckless. The real Constance is taken to see a doctor, who prescribes sex with Luckless as the cure for her melancholy; if that is questionable medical advice, it is because the ‘doctor’ is really Pate, Luckless’s servant. Squelch sees her leaving in Luckless’s coach and is told that she is eloping with Widgeon. The news of her brother’s success with ‘Constance’ fulfils Fitchew’s condition and the divorce goes through. Squelch is arrested as he goes to visit Holdup, and tries to pass…