Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 12 (signor, sal, zelmane, handkerchief, absolon, dissemble…). Matches are highlighted.
Thy presence, thy embracements, thy kind love, For which my amorous thoughts have long line sick. Give me thy hand then, with this amorous kiss I seal thee mine. Zelmane, or my husband life or hate. I have the jest, suspicion that keeps Court in my husbands thoughts, seeing my love, Elect this walk, hath brought him after him. Could
Whose is it yet? Come, the last market this cast is worth all the rest. I'll be your half. So I will I warrant you, and to your falling. Why? It stands towards Zelmane. All the game through. Whose is the throw? What do you kiss in earnest or in jest? And yowl maintain that fashion? Were the Duke away, My hope, had God the better
friends to. Whose with my Lord the Duke, it cannot be, Mine eye would not conceal such treachery. 'Tis not the Duchess sure, no it is amorous Jove, that seeing Zelmane passionate for love, Descends to comfort her, Jove if there be A powerful Phebus God of poetry, In deer remembrance of fair Daphne's rape, to win my love, lend
Full speech
Why my lord, are you so covetous of your daughters beauty's, that their perfections shall be a means to hinder their preferment? Where is his highness Dametas? Speak, where's the Duke? Thanks good Dametas, mine eyes would not be good friends with my feet, should they not bring em to that kingly sport. Being surprised, this gallant Amazon Pressed to their rescue, had you seen what worth She and this woodman spent in our defence, Wonder would would bereft you of all sense. She raised her sword with such a manly grace, As had nor her mild sexe-contrould my thoughts, I could have fallen in love with her high worth. Answer directly, where Hippolita? who sent you to take your husband in Manasses house? This way he went, on this sweet violet bed Still dwells the print of his enamoured tread, The depressed flowers have strengthened their sweet By stealing amorous kisses from his feet. O do not fli my presence, gentle wanton stay, What have I found you, faith you runaway I'll tie a chain about your wast for this, And make you buy your freedom with a kiss. Be not so coy, let not a loving Dame Find thee less kind then senseless elements, Thou never walkest, but the enamoured air Like and officious lover bears thy train, While the cool wind does with his velvet wing Fan the thin air upon thy sweaty cheek, Stealing sweet kisses from thy silken lip. But you are none, you are not, come you are not, Your valour, looks, and gesture show you are not, Your manly brow, and your commanding eye, Where war and fortune dwell in majesty, Your private walks, and varied passion, Your glances to my daughter, sure you are not, And my firm love is confident you are not. I knew my judgement could not be deceived, Nor durst proud love have done me so much wrong To cast my thoughts unto a woman's eye. Exchange of looks, and freedom of thy bed, Thy presence, thy embracements, thy kind love, For which my amorous thoughts have long line sick. Give me thy hand then, with this amorous kiss I seal thee mine. Zelmane, or my husband life or hate. I have the jest, suspicion that keeps Court in my husbands thoughts, seeing my love, Elect this walk, hath brought him after him. Could I but hear the innocent delivery of his breath, twold be a second jubilee of mirth. your love? Alas poor Duke, Your forward Hope's will meet a barren spring, My sun appears. See how his arms Like precious phoenix wings, Spread to embrace me. But isle fill up the place. should touch me first: their strife is undertook, To twine a young bay not a far stooping oak. Would the Moon loose her light, That in the bosom of some foggy cloud I might embrace my love. To make a Duchess wrestle with amorous passion. Or use those eyes it hath to pleasure me. As sure as death 'tis she, for see they stand Like amorous twins, intwisted hand in hand, Breast against breast, and that no joy be missing, To hear discourse, their lips keep time with kissing, I'll not indurst impatience grow strong, And though a prince, tell him he does thee wrong. Yes, whose partly will you take. Soft, that match is yet to make. Best of all. Your last Boul come? Whose is it yet? Come, the last market this cast is worth all the rest. I'll be your half. So I will I warrant you, and to your falling. Why? It stands towards Zelmane. All the game through. Whose is the throw? What do you kiss in earnest or in jest? And yowl maintain that fashion? Were the Duke away, My hope, had God the better of the day. I curse my fate. Make me unfortunate. Whats here, I shall run mad for Hipolita. that my Hope's should meet such black events. how fares the prince. Manasses. And unfurnished of friends to. Whose with my Lord the Duke, it cannot be, Mine eye would not conceal such treachery. 'Tis not the Duchess sure, no it is amorous Jove, that seeing Zelmane passionate for love, Descends to comfort her, Jove if there be A powerful Phebus God of poetry, In deer remembrance of fair Daphne's rape, to win my love, lend me some stranger shape, Such as your selves have worn, that when your fame is sung by poets, they may coat my name, Sure 'tis my daughter, Heads, I and bodies to my Lord, and all at one shot, and which is worse our wits are so scattered with the terrible blow that to be plain we are scarce our own men again. Touch not the prince. It the most rarest, divinest, Metaphisicalst, piece of invention, that, what say you my liege. Hear a good jest, persuade him th'art a woman. Good, excellent, maintain that humour still, Seem coy, look nice, and as we Women use, Be mild and proud, embrace, and yet refuse. I prethe do, 'twill be a scene of mirth For me to quote his passion and his smiles, His amorous haviour, and how his eye Will beget strange variety of looks. And shoot em into thine, but the chief sports this To see and old man with a young man kiss. At the very push of invention, and went off clear untouched, Not a drop. Beware you the men? Can it be possible. Now least my husband should suspect our love,
Plot summary
Plot — The Isle of Gulls
Three members of the audience ask the Prologue about the play they are to see, The Isle of Gulls. They prove to have irreconcilable tastes in drama: one wants satire, one bawdy, and one bombast, but all eventually agree to give the play a chance. Concerned about his daughters’ unsuitable suitors, Basilius retires with them for a year to an uninhabited, fortified island, leaving his brother to rule Arcadia in his stead. A proclamation challenges royal would-be suitors to win the princesses by stealth. This attracts Julio and Amintor to the island, alerted by Basilius’ unworthy favourite Dametas; and also Lysander and Demetrius, respectively disguised as Zelmane, an Amazon, and Dorus, a woodman. ‘Zelmane’ becomes Violetta’s companion, and Demetrius enters Dametas’ service. Dametas arranges an opportunity for Julio and Amintor to rape the princesses by isolating them during a hunt. They kidnap the girls, but ‘Zelmane’ and ‘Dorus’ rescue them. ‘Dorus’ is rewarded with an appointment as Hippolita’s attendant, but the incident also casts doubt on ‘Zelmane’s’ gender, so Lysander loses his access to Violetta. Basilius and Gynecia are both enamoured of Lysander (each believing him to be a different sex), and each persuades him to accept the other’s advances for sport. Meanwhile Dametas’ daughter Mopsa falls in love with ‘Dorus’. Amintor and Julio continue to have ill success: they pose as envoys from Basilius’ brother, appealing for him to deal with an outbreak of abuses, corruption, and crime, but they are denied their promised reward by the avaricious Dametas. ‘Dorus’ gets rid of Dametas and his family by sending each of them on a wild-goose chase: Dametas to find buried treasure, his jealous wife Miso to Dametas’ supposed mistress, and Mopsa to the chapel in Adonis’ bower where a priest will marry them. ‘Zelmane’ similarly disposes of Basilius and Gynecia by arranging assignations with each at the same chapel, with the priest Manasses standing in for the Amazon. This frees Lysander and Demetrius to elope with the princesses; but their plans are overheard by Amintor and Julio, whom they then employ to smuggle the girls off the island. Digging for the gold, Dametas finds only a scornful poem directing him to Adonis’ bower, and he curses 1606 poets. Everyone meets up at the bower, and the knot of identity confusion is unravelled. Lysander and Demetrius present themselves to Basilius as his new sons-in-law; but Amintor and Julio have double- crossed them and kept…