Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 12 (signor, sal, zelmane, handkerchief, absolon, dissemble…). Matches are highlighted.
it please you, I will. Bless me, how I envy her! Would I had that kiss too! How read his cheeks are! so our garden apples Look on that side where the hight Sun salutes them. Your best wishes follow you. Yes (and Love knows how willingly) alas! I shall quite spoil my garland ere I give it him, With hiding it from Hylace, pray
Full speech
You're very welcome I never saw, beauty and affability So well conjoined before; if I stay long I shall be quite undone. How fair he is! fairer then whitest blossoms? Bless me! whom see I? Hylace? some cloud Or friendly missed involve me. I did mistake my way; Pray pardon me. Let me speak In private with you; I am bold to bring A garland to you, it's of the best flowers Which I could gather, I was picking them All yesterday. They will do, when your brow hath honoured them, Then they may well grow proud, and shine more freshly. She hath outgone me in her present now, But I have God a Beechen cup at home Curiously graved with the spreading leaves, And gladsome burden of a fruitful vine, Which Damon, the best Artist of these woods Made and bestowed upon me, I'll bring that tomorrow And give it him, and then I'll warrant her She will not go beyond me. Why Hylace ? you cannot make a better, What flowers' pray does it want? She hath another love, And kills Palaemon with her cruelty, How can she expect mercy from another? In what a Labyrinth does Love draw mortals And then blindfolds them! what a missed it throws Upon their senses! if he be a God As sure he is (his power could not be so great else) He knows the impossibility which Nature Hath set betwixt us, yet entangles us, And laughs to see us struggle. D'yee both love me? I do I'm sure. You speak riddles. I will not yet despair: He may grow milder, He bade me farewell first; and looked upon me With a more steadfast eye, then upon her When he departed hence: 'twas a good sign; At least I will imagine it to be so, Hope is the truest friend, and seldom leaves one. I doubt not but this will move him, For they're good apples, but my teeth are gone, I cannot bite them; but for all that though I'll warrant you I can love a young Fellow As well as any of them all: I that I can, And kiss him too as sweetly. O! here's the madman. This is uncivil To thrust into our company; do you think That we admire your wit? pray go to them That do, we would be private. O! this is the Gentleman courted me th'other day. Farewell Sir. Pray let me go, To tend my sheep, there's none that looks to them, And if my father miss me, he'll so chide. O! you're courtly Sir. But your fine words will not defend my sheep, Or stop them if they wander; Let me go. What would you do, that thus you urge my stay? Which I Needs not bestow much language to oppose, Fortune and nature have forbidden it, When they made me a rude and homely wench You (if your clothes and carriage be not liars,) By state and birth a Gentleman. You are for ought I see Too great already; I will either live And undefiled virgin as I am Or if I marry, not belie my birth, But join my self to some plain virtuous shepherd (For Callidorus is so, and I will be either his or no bodies.) Aside. Alas! I have Sir, and do therefore now Prepare to answer, if this passion Be love, my fortune bids me to deny you; If lust, my honesty commands to scorn you, Farewell. Love should not grow So subtle as to play with arguments. Tell him so; it's a lesson he should learn. Tell him so; it's a lesson he should learn. Why do you follow? Why do you fly from me? The Fates impose the Like command on me, That you I must, that you I cannot love. Unhappy woman! When I begin to show him all my passion, He flies from me, and will not clear his brow Of any cloud which covered it before; So when the ravishing Nightingale hath tuned Her mournful notes, and silenced all the birds, Yet the deaf wind flirts by, and in disdain With a rude whistle leaves her. We may join hands though, may we not? Then look. And look. Though I forfeit My little skill in singing to your wit, Yet I will do't, since you command. It is a punishment to love, And not to love a punishment does prove; But of all pains there's no such pain, As it's to love, and not be loved again. Till sixteen parents we obey, After sixteen, men steal our hearts away How wretched are we women grown, Whose wills, whose minds, whose hearts are never our own! If it please you, I will. Bless me, how I envy her! Would I had that kiss too! How read his cheeks are! so our garden apples Look on that side where the hight Sun salutes them. Your best wishes follow you. Yes (and Love knows how willingly) alas! I shall quite spoil my garland ere I give it him, With hiding it from Hylace, pray Fan She hath not stolen his heart already from him, And cheated my intentions. I should love those fears And call them Hope's, could I persuade my self, There were so much heat in you as to cause them; Prithee leave me; if thou dost hope success To thine own love, why interruptest thou mine? We are three strings on Venus daintiest Lute, Where all three hinder one another's music, Yet all three join and make one harmony. Pish, fair Mistress,— I ask who it's; if it be Callidorus — You are a villain, and you too a villain, Wake Callidorus, wake, it is thy Bellula That calls thee, wake, it is thy Bellula ; Why Gentlemen? why shepherd? fie for shame, Have you no charity? o my Callidorus ! Speak but one word — No; I will follow thee. ( Swounds. ) Callidorus! Where am I? My father calls; farewell; your name, and memory In spite of Fate, I'll love, farewell. Fare you well then. Perhaps I am of that opinion still, But must obey my Father. I only do depend upon your will. We may; come let's fit down and talk. Weither go you shepherd?
Plot summary
Plot — Love's Riddle
Before the start of the action, Callidora was the victim of an attempted rape when she was alone in her absent parents’ house. Aphron, who was obsessed with her, broke into the house, but she hid in a corner and evaded him. Afraid of a second encounter, she borrowed a suit of her brother’s clothes and fled into the forest. Aphron went mad, and initially believed every woman he met to be Callidora. In the forest, the cross-dressed Callidora becomes ‘Callidorus’. She meets Alupis, a shepherd who sold his inheritance to see the city and came home penniless but with a witty devotion to pleasure. She takes him on as her man, and asks him to teach her indifference to love. She sets up home in the country, only to find that, seeming to be a beautiful youth, she attracts the amorous attentions of the local women, young and old. Palaemon is interested in marrying Hylace, but her father Melarnus refuses the match, thinking him too poor. But Hylace has only been leading him on, more interested in his gifts than himself. Alupis encourages him to turn the tables: she will come to heel if he treats her with masterful disdain; but when this doesn’t bring about her immediate devotion, he loses his nerve and tells her it was all a joke. Alupis decides to recruit her mother, the ancient but amorously inclined Truga, to support Palaemon’s suit. Though infatuated with ‘Callidorus’, Truga transfers her affections to Alupis when he speaks politely to her, and gives him a ring as a lover’s token. Alupis uses the ring to blackmail her: he will show it to her husband, as evidence of adultery, if she doesn’t ensure that Palaemon and Hylace are married before the end of the day. When he brings Palaemon to Truga’s cottage to arrange the wedding, Hylace eavesdrops on the meeting and decides to cross the plan. Palaemon and Alupis meet with Melarnus. The problem of Palaemon’s relative poverty is resolved when Aegon pretends to adopt him as his heir, disinheriting his daughter Bellula for her unseemly interest in ‘Callidorus’; so Melarnus accepts Palaemon, though he still has reservations about the young man’s habit of writing poetry. Before the wedding, however, he changes his mind and pretends that Hylace is to marry someone else—Hylace has had a word with him. Florellus, Callidora’s brother, returns home after five years’ travel, and goes to look for his missing sister. In the forest, he sees Bellula and falls for her; but she is more interested in ‘Callidorus’, and urges the…