Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

HIPPOLITA

in The Isle of Gulls — Day, John

Metadata

PlayThe Isle of Gulls
AuthorDay, John
Year (catalogued)1606
First performance1606
Decade1600s
GenreComedy
Play typeBoys Professional
CompanyChildren of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)Hip. | Hippol. | Hip: | Hip, | hip: | Hippo:
Words1129
Characters5727
Typicality0.24 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA19976
BritDrama no.1491
ClusterCluster 5 — Romantic leads (high style)

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Full speech

A prize, a prize, rare work for Fencers. Well then sister, I see we must to haphazard for husbands. Love and be thy will, send me one with a fair table in his forehead, Like Time. Why your quotidian, Dametas the Court surfeit, he that dwells in your eye, Like a disease in your blood. He is the most mishapen suit of gentility that ever the Court wore. Nay, you have bestowed too much of the making of him up already. So was the end of ours to live in peace, And not to tyrannise on harmless beasts, But Foresters, Like Images set forth The tyranny of greatness without pity, As they the Dear, so covetous wealth pursues The trembling state of their inferiors. And to clasp up the volume of their sins, They drink their blood, and cloth them with their skins, Then cease to press poor beasts with tyranny, You love your lives, think they are loath to die. For our loves sister, you may see the properer women, the worse luck. No at any hand sister, for with a fear it comes. Then let em keep away still, for I have vowed my maidenhead shall never do homage to the bed of a coward. Yes say Dametas. Thank you good father, who ever lose by the bargain, I would God me a servant by the match: wot serve me fellow? I'll try your du jous service: I command, Your knee to kiss the ground, your lip my hand. Wot to believe me sister, I never eat a cherry, but it puts me in mind of a husband, it kisses my lips with such a harmless pret tines. Of what, not of husbands Violetta. Surfeit after what, a husband? I warrant you sister, and old lady in Lacedemon taught me a preservative against that. Marry this it was, still said she, betwixt every cherry said she, be sure to crack a stone said she. You must take heed you crack not too many to, for you may surfeit of the stone as well as of the cherry. So have I to for this time, but sister, is it not a strange kind of servile liberty that we live in here in Archadea? And for what cause forsooth, only to keep us from ̄ marriage. By this stone me thinks I long Like a woman with child, till I know the difference betwixt a maid and a wife. Oh that I had been with thee I might would been so to: for love of marriage how? Is that a creature? And with old women to. In what agreed you? Would I had dreamt I might would done so to. Oh twould would vexed a saint, my blood would burn To be so near, and miss so good a turn. You should not be my sister else. And in good ear nest we are not fatherd much amiss. As of a sweet Almond in a rugged shell, the sun in a cloud, or a wealthy diamond in a rock, indeed clean contrary to the world, he wears the worst side outward, & is much better then he seems: but what think you of your manly Amazon. How ever man or woman, the jest holds currant in one. You were as she is, but faith madam Mopsa, I perceive my sir vant Dorus bears a months mind to you, be not so straight laced to him. Mop. Straight laced, sgod mend me I am not laced at all, am I Dorus, no in sooth, I go wide open Wednesday, I never lace my self but on Sundays, & that for fear I should burst with eating of plum por ridge. Hip. I mean let fallen some comfortable looks on your suitor. Why thats kindly said, & Dorus your love is very ambitious, to climb so High as the beautiful Mopsa. These extraordinary graces must not want admiration, but where's your mother. Nay, she cannot be said to steal a nap, for the noise she makes herself would discover her theft: but Dorus sith your Fortune's are poor, you should study to ennoble your deserts, and beget effects worthy to court and win your Ladies acceptance. What a kenes necessity sets upon the edge of invention, trust me Mopsa your servant speaks well, & if he can prove himself the man he speaks of, and my wishes well hope, Demetrius, you have no reason to think scorn of him. I am no counseller, but should Demetrius in Like disguise court me, thus would I embrace him, thus seal my affections with a kiss, & thus argue: think not Demetrius that the clouds of baseness could so muffle thee, but that the sun of valour shined through them long since, & in regard of thy serviceable duty in concealing, and vnpre ented policy in thus making known thy love, sort but out fit opportunity, & in despite of all guardians strict observance, go where thou wilt, the worth of Demetrius shall draw Hippolita, this would I vow, and this will I perform. You were worse then the devil else, for they say he helps his servants, then you may do little & you cannot help yours. I by my faith do I, nay your best tailors are arrant butchers to em, you shall have a lady make and end of a suit, a court suit, espe cially when all the tailors in a country know not how to set a stich int. Heeres hight love no doubt, I may command my man, and go without. Trust me but you have deserved high commendation. I do not think but the ladies had some hand int: your best court suits that are, are finished by ladies, I have known a suit my self lain a making and maring 3, 4, and five year together and then a lady hath despacht it in a month with a wet finger, such a finger might the ladies have in your plot. I can not detract from the ladies worth, for I knowem for excellent work women, If in any thing your wits deserve the babble 'tis in that, And in a ship to, yes faith gallants you have very strange carding and you knew all, but I hope yowl offer up your cards and yield the set lost. why father is't not time that we were sped 'Tis a great charge to keep a maidenhead, Lose it we must and to prevent ill course, Better to givet then have it stolen perforce, if you be pleased let envy do her worst Spit out her poison or containt and burst? Welcome to all, to all a kind God night, They truly live, that live in scorn of spite.

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…