Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)
Tra. | T • a. | Tra | Tray.
Words
2230
Characters
11345
Typicality
0.29 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A16924
BritDrama no.
2277
Cluster
Cluster 4 — Constant hearts & virtuous ladies
Important excerpts
Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 4 (loyalty, handmaid, spotless, blessings, hamilcar, moves…). Matches are highlighted.
creatures that fell their honesties. He is so dishonourable. But I with fit his Vnderta ker, what ere he be. Look you, is that he think you? Sweet heart, can you dissemble your sorrow with a Song, to pass a little time? I'll down and sift out the sub tlety of this deceit. You profess nobly sir. First will it please you, see this Gentlewoman;
Full speech
Sir I suppose you are sir Philip Luckless. And you are shortly to marry a City Widow, one Mistress Fitchow? For whose deer sake you purchased a four hun dreaded pounds knighthood, to go a wooing in: out of which she is to give nine thousand pounds for a Ladyship for term of life. Sir not to scold, or brawl, (a vice to frequent in our Sex.) But, in few words (and civil ones) to make you sen sible of a little of that infinite injury, you have done to one, whose unvaluable portion of virtue makes her fit, (beside the right she has already in you) to take a brides place, be before your later choy , or any she, whose wealth might weigh down hers. You stand as if you knew not who I mean. Pray sir bethink your self. Has there not been a former contract made betwixt you and some other. That I may well believe, when you forget it. If you have soul, or sense, you must remember her: No? Read then her name subscribed to that. If pity, love, or thought of me, Live in your breast I needs not die. But if all these from thence be fled; Live you to know, that I am dead. Farewell good Constance. I am sorry I have no further for thee. Do you know that name sir? You are unhappy then. For you shall lose, in this disdain of yours, more honour then your life time in repen tance can recover. So fare you well sir. Pray tell me; and tell me truly. What is the most has passed between you? I it be the main lose of your Maidenhead, it shall near go further: the efore let me know it. How often have you seen him? That once that I saw him with you, your V cle was there, too, in the Orchard, but last week. How have you made me wrong this Gentleman, to challenge him as if he had been your endue upon this idle compliment? when I undertook the Message, I presumed (for so your words did intima e to me) you had been sure, as fast as faith could bind you, man and wife. Where was my discretion? Now I perceive this was but common Courtship; and no assurance of a Marriage promise. I know not how to counsel or comfort you, until I hear him speak. My man tells me, he appointed him to meet, and bring him to you about this hour. Poor heart I pity thee. Before thou come to half my years thou wilt forget to love half so truly. Oh, are you come? where's the Knight? That was discretion. I suspect something. Yes sweetheart. But go you to your Chamber and let me have a word before you see him. Go call him in. Do so swetheart. I'll not be long. Bless me! this is another man. More abuse yet? What are you sir I pray? What piece sir? If you can imagine what you are, where you are, what you would have, or where you would be, I pray tell me sir. le do the best I can to satisfy you. OF my discretion will I sir. Sir. If I erte therein sir, I hope your pardon. For as you shall reveal your self, I shall either repent me of my oblivion, or accuse you of unadvisedness. Oh infinite abuse! Sir I cry you mercy. I hope you will pardon my weak sightednes. The world's and and we love to deal securely. Could not your worship make your self known sooner? Please you to entertain you self here a while, I will instantly provide for your better well come. Oh horrible indignity! But if Porters and cudgels may be had for money, and I fit you not, let me lose my dis cretion. I am furnished with blankets already.— Oh child, we are undone. A lass it is not he: but some Villain S nt by him to vex and spite you. One that persuades himself, we are of those common creatures that fell their honesties. He is so dishonourable. But I with fit his Vnderta ker, what ere he be. Look you, is that he think you? Sweet heart, can you dissemble your sorrow with a Song, to pass a little time? I'll down and sift out the sub tlety of this deceit. You profess nobly sir. First will it please you, see this Gentlewoman; so much the servant of your Kinsman? What she is I have told you. Only I present her to your judgement, whither her outward seeming may worser S rue such scorn? In thus much to conjure you by your Manhood; to do nothing that law may question, to your, or our disvantage: we shall not needs, For our own ight, to do our selves misdeed. There before take this in hand.— Go worser sir no more. What may this poor thing be, that br ' it oh but n w? Hold. No more. Alas sir all will be too late. Alas, what mean you sir. She understands you not a word sir. Good sir, consider her disease. If her understanding were direct, you might speak directly to her. But if I have any discretion she is too full of melancholy to be purged this way. Not to be mad sir, because she is melancholy, not by taking a wrong course for her recovery to ruin her, and forfeit your judgement Do you think, that commands with chidings, threats, or stripes have power to work upon her, when she has neither will nor reason within her self to do, or not to do anything whatsoever. If her health in sense and understanding were perfect: yet as she is Woman, her will were first to be wrought upon by fair and gentle treaty. But as she is at this time so sick in mind, that knowledge of what she I , what she do , especi Alley of what she should do is dead in her, her Mind must be first recovered; and that by a endue course, in soft and temperate proceedings; to which fit time as well as means must be I lovved. Moreover— You should first see, if it pleased you, how her affection on may b e wrought upon by the Gentleman's own fair in treaty. Pray sir speak to her Like a Sum er, look upon him Sweet heart: This Gentleman loves you. Pray speak sir. Do you not? Hear him speak Constance. Poor heart. Say you are. She has stopped his mouth there. Nay you must not weep Swe t-heart. I had rather hear you sing though, then see you weep. Why Lone, what faul do you find in this Gentle man? ollow her sir. Sir, there will be no way for her recovery, but to re m u. her lodging, and have some good Physicians about her. Yes, but of whose getting sir? Think not of it sir. A man of your years, and gram uity, with the respect the World gives you for your place and worship in the Common Wealth, together with the riches you have p ld up in a Mountainous estate; to cast all down with your , and fortune at the foot of a stranger I Think what would be thought of you, if such a dotage should possess you Pray how was Master Spartledirt talked on tother day for doing such a trick? yet he was held a wise Lawyer: You see a fair example in the late Marriage of sir Philip Luck less, and his Fitchow, a Match of your own making, and use of your Nieces and your ovv e Misfortune. There's tugging for a Mastery, and buffetting for the breeches. He barks at her, she snaps at him; she breaks his wine Glass, he her looking Glass; she puts away his Sir vaunts, he turns away hers; she locks her Chamber door, he bolts his, begetting nothing but a World of strife and disorder. I pray stay a little sir, take me along with you. Understand me sir. As I would not have you fallen rash lie upon anything; no more would I have you fly suddenly from any purpose, without advice and sober deliberation. If you should marry one that would be a Comfortable Nurse unto you, as (though I say' ) you partly know— Yes, built Alms houses and Hospitals for beggars, and provide in Bridewell, and houses of Correction for your friends and ki worser ed. Pray give enough to Bedlam, you may feel some partly of that benefit your self before you die, if these sits hold you. What's the toy now? Cl . Bless us! Men that you do not know sir? You run a great hazard in this sir. You may perhaps be cheated of all you have, if I have any discreation. Sir isle obey you. If he be mad I will not be foolish, bat strike in for a are. And for your Guests sir, let me alone. My man is b st acquainted at the Ordinaries. Within there. Beauis. But intruth sir, I doubt whither any such Guests will come, you have always been so strict and terrible in your iustitrary courses. Beauis, You understand me. Prithee go discreetly about it. Very ill favoredly me thinks. Sure 'tis Stenography, every Character a word: and here and there one for a whole sentence. What did you to prov ke her thus? Is it so? Good S r, his meaning was, you should put her fairly on Like a Lover, with sweet speeches, and gentle be behaviour. And therefore you fell to express your self in rude Actium. She has sorn'd you but well: you are a sine butter to't indeed. It shall be Sir Philip, (poor soul,) all must be Sir Phil lip. ou shall lie at his house. The best that we can possibly. All sir. I would use no other. She is there already. Ex. Sir, I desire rather your discretion, then the gloss of Learning. I am rather governed by the wholesome effects of the one, then the smooth directions oh the other. Sir, I must not only approve, but applaud your skill. 'Tis love indeed, And am right glad that your opinion jumps with my own knowledge: for now I doubt not of your speedy address to the cure. Sir, the Gentl man is below, he came with me, only I would not bring him to her fight without your approbation, caring it might do hurt. Yes sir. Pray observe. But how fell you out sir? e not afraid sweetheart, he dares not hurt sir Philip. No more sir. I'll lay no conjurations upon so noble a spirit. Come Master Doctor— Oh me is he come? E en he sir. Where's my charge; Mistress Constance? She was here but now sir, while the Music played. And we withdrew our sclues, thinking she might sleep sir. A C ach sir? Alas I am afraid; my flesh trembles. Sir here came in one Master Widgine, the Lady Luckt S brother— As acquainted with the Doctor sir— And he saw her sir. But seemed to depart, when we withdrew our selves to talk about the cure. Sir he was reported to me by very good Judgements, to be a rare Practitioner. My purge works as I wished. I am amused though at the flight of the Doctor. But I have too many businesses to in tertaine new thoughts. Therefore be discreet and secret. The disguise he is in I have told you. The place is this. At the door you shall leave me. The hour 7 a clock. Yes sir look you, I dare show my face. Even she Gentlemen, as I will more circumstantially re veal unto you presently, after a word or two with my fellow pri sooner, for which I crave your favour. You see I am not the Woman you took me for: but one ordained for your greater good. If you will give me my present demand. I will turn all your disgrace into laughter; make you of worthier esteem now at the instant, then ever you were, by the general approbation of these, and all that know you beside. Your Niece to shall be restored to your own liking, and all shall be as well as you can wish. Otherwise, if you have a mind to be everlastingly shamed, by being perpetually laughed at, take your own course, I'll take mine. Whereas your purpose was to make a Whore. Make me your honest Wife; no more. Be sudden in your resolve, all will be nought else. Then earke you sir. Now bear up sir. Look confidently, and say, you put on your Disguise purp sely to entertain disguised Guests. Come a vant with your Picca de goat, and begin with the Justice here. We will wait on you sir. I sweetheart: but first you shall go in the Coach with to the Doctors. uva rant y u. What has he done to m we her thus? I know not what Thy Doctor is. But M. Tridewell put me upon him; and his pproved honesty has and must kill all m S rust in me. They are fallen out I think.
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…