Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 10 (earine, jarbus, alack, vapours, mishap, hapless…). Matches are highlighted.
if any siluer-coated fish, Will nibble at your worme-emboweldhooks: Decciue the what y subjects, yet the name Of foul deceit me thinks should fray them from you, Alack, alack, I cannot blame the world, That in the world there is so much deceit; When this poor simple trade must use deceit. But with what conscience can J make this
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Go daughters with your Angels to the brook, And see if any siluer-coated fish, Will nibble at your worme-emboweldhooks: Decciue the what y subjects, yet the name Of foul deceit me thinks should fray them from you, Alack, alack, I cannot blame the world, That in the world there is so much deceit; When this poor simple trade must use deceit. But with what conscience can J make this net, Within whose meshes all are caught that come: They cousin one at once, this cousins many, I will do't it shall not cousin any. But daughters go practice that little sin, I'll mend this great fault re the fault begin. Oh cosening fortune how hast thou deceived me, Turning me out a doors to banishment, And made another Lord of Mantua. I that was Lord now slave to misery. What things were those? His reason for that? Man and wife partly, thats strange! What should we do? Stay forward daughters whither are ye going A wooing daughters? never imagine so: What man's so mad to marry grief and woe? But they are poor, and poverty is despised: They once were fair, sorrow from that hath changed them They once knew wealth, but chance hath much estranged them, Come daughters, and come shepherd's, if you please, I'll lead you to the lodge of little ease, Where I will feast you with what cheer I may, Grief shall turn mirth, and keep high holiday. You new-create me, and breath second life Into my dying bosom, knew my soon Of this unlooked-for Fortune, but ill Fate Has played the Traitor, and given up his life To coward treason. Comfort? no: My brest's turned prison, my proud jailer woe, Locks out all comfort: wheres your valiant brother? How holds his humour? Fitly applied for a walks Like a ghost Why how now son? Thou forgettest thy self. Prithee what wedding? I scarce believe that. That was miraculous! did they live together? His wife and he lived together. How can he dream, that never sleeps my son Pretty content; we kill our foes in dreams. Aspero. Hear me. As many blessings as the sea hath sands Attend thee in thine honourable journey: Come pretty maids we have not wrought to day, Or fish, or fast, our need must needs obey. Early sorrow, art God up so soon? What? ere the Sun ascendeth in the East? Oh what and early waker art thou grown? But cease discourse, and close unto thy work; Under this drooping myrtle will I fit, And work a while upon my corded net; And as I work, record my sorrows passed, Asking old Time, how long my woes shall last: And first, but stay alas what do J see? Moist gum Like tears, drop from this mournful tree And see, it sticks Like birdlyme; 'twill not partly; Sorrow is even such birdlyme at my heart. Alas poor tree, dost thou want company? Thou dost, I see't, and J will weep with thee, Thy sorrows make thee dumb, and so shall mine. It shall be tongueles, and so seem Like thine; Thus will I rest my head unto thy bark, While my sighs tell my sorrows; hark tree, hark. Dales for Endymion and fair Cynthia fit, But never heavenly goddess blessed this grove, These woods are consecrate to grief, not love. Now truly shepherd none such soiourn here Please you survey the Cell, go in and see, I'm hearst, and none but sorrow lies with me. Sons of Octanio if your princely thoughts Can stoop to such mean beauty, from this hand Receive your wives, but should the Duke your father— You that in all my banished pilgrimage, Would never alienate your natural loves, But in desire to see me reinstalld, Have thrust out proud Octauices substitute, And seated me in ancient dignity, I am yours, and ready at your best dispose. The veins and arteries of Anthonio Through which the blood of greatness flows in us. Our life, and cause efficient of our state, And these our pretty partners in exile. Welcome thou hope of Mantua and of us, We now are honours new beginners boy, And may we better thrive then heretofore. What Lady's that. Octauioes daughter? The better welcome, I love her for't. And Lady, though your Father be our foe, The virtuous love betwixt our son and you, May nerethelesse retain his sympathy.
Plot summary
Plot — Humor Out of Breath
Octavio has just won a war against Mantua, which has resulted in the banishment of Antonio, the Mantuan ===== PAGE 427 ===== 1607 Duke, and his family. Now Octavio sends his sons out into Italy to look for wives, but accompanies them incognito to keep an eye on them. His daughter Florimell protests that she wants love too, but Octavio leaves her in the custody of Hortensio, giving him a brief to restrain her wanton tendencies. Antonio and his family are living a rustic life, eating fish they have caught themselves. Aspero, the son, goes to Venice, eager to assassinate Octavio in revenge. With Octavio gone, he meets Florimell, who is attracted to him. When he does not reciprocate, she concurs in Hortensio’s decision to arrest him, but asks that he should be imprisoned in her own chamber. On hearing that she is planning to have him executed, but only because she is playing hard-to-get, he pretends to be dead. The sight of his body shocks her into declaring her love openly, and this brings him back to life. Hortensio has just received information as to his identity, and has him committed to close prison. Florimell and Hortensio visit him, and Hortensio is persuaded to play blind man’s buff in the cell. While Hortensio is hoodwinked, she disguises Aspero in his clothes and removes him from the prison; Hortensio is left behind in the cell. The jailer is given orders to allow nobody to see the prisoner, even if he should pretend to be Hortensio or imitate his voice. Aspero and Florimell go to Mantua. Octavio’s two sons éncounter Antonio’s two daughters, and fall in love despite the disguised Octavio’s insistence that they should seek women of higher rank. Octavio reveals his true identity at the wedding, forbids the marriage, banishes Antonio and his daughters, and takes his sons back to Venice. There he finds that Florimell has apparently eloped with Hortensio, but the truth emerges when the cell is opened and Hortensio found in Aspero’s place. News arrives that the Mantuans have rebelled against Venetian overlordship and reinstated Antonio. Octavio and his sons besiege Mantua, but Antonio’s daughters pass cryptic shields to Octavio’s sons, whose impresas refer to their rustic wooing. Realizing that the Mantuan princesses are their rustic loves, the Venetian princes call off the siege, and the war ends happily with a triple marriage.