Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 12 (signor, sal, zelmane, handkerchief, absolon, dissemble…). Matches are highlighted.
they are proud to suck A sweetness from such sourness; let em so, The torrent of my appetite shall flow With happier stream. A woman! O, the Spirit And extract of Creation! This, this night, The Sun shall envy. What cold checks our blood? Her body is the Chariot of my soul, Her eyes my bodies light, which if I want, Life wants, or
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Her answer! talk in music: Will she come? Minister comfort to me, Will she come. Death to my heart? her husband? What says he? Affliction to me, then thouspak'st not to her? Thou hast killed me with thy words. Would? Did she receive them? speak: Heres is golden keys Unlock thy lips. Did she vouchsa e to take them? Where is she? Farewell: I'll in unto her. Do so. Yare welcome: Sweety'are welcome. Bless my hand With the soft touch of yours: Can you be Cruel To one so Prostrate to you? Even my Heart, My Happiness, and State lie at your feet: My Hope's me flattered that the field was won, That you had yielded, (though you Conquer me) And that all Marble scales that barred your eyes From throwing light on mine, were quite taken off, By the Cunning Woman's hand, that Works for me, Why therefore do you wound me now with frowns? Why do you fly me? Do not exercise The Art of woman on me? I'm already Your Captive: Sweet! Are these your hate, or ears. You give my love ill names, It is not lust: Lawless desires well tempered may seem Just A thousand morning's with the early Sun, mine eyes have from your windows watched to steal brightness from those. As oft up on the days that Consecrated to devotion are, Within the Holy Temple have I stood disguised, waiting your presence: and when your hands went up towards heaven to draw some blessing down, Mine (as if all my Nerves by yours did move,) Begged in dum Signs some pity for my Love, And thus being feasted only with your fight, I went more pleased then sickmen with fresh health, Rich men with Honour, Beggars do with wealth. Oh you do wish me Physic to destroy me. Will you Love me? Whose that? Umh. Gainst beauty you plot treason, if you suffer tears to do vio lence to so fair a Cheek. That face was never made to look pale with want. Dwell here and be the Sovereign of my Fortune's. Thus shall you go attired. Sweet Creature stay, My Coffers shall be yours, my Servants yours, My self will be your servant, and I swear by that which I hold deer in you, your beauty (and which I'll not profane) you shall live here as free from base wrong, as you are from blackness, so you will deign, but let me enjoy your sighed, Answer me will you. Unless you shall perceive, that all my thoughts, and all my actions be to you devoted, and that I very justly earn your love, Let me not taste it. But when you find my merits of full weight, will you accept their worth. She shall come, Joys that are born unlooked for, are born dumb. Have you perfumed this Chamber? Vilaine, damned merciless slave, I'll torture thee To every ynch of flesh: what ho: help, whose there? Come hither: heres a murderer, bind him. How now, What noise is this. This shower shall fill them all rain in their laps, what gol den drops thou wilt. The banquet? Go, let music Charm with her excellent voice and awful silence Through all this building, that her sphaery soul May (on the wings of Air) in thousand forms Invisibly fly, yet be enjoyed. Away. This night shall my desires be amply Crowned, And all those powers, that taste of man in us, Shall now aspire that point of happiness, Beyond which, sensual eyes never look, (sweet pleasure!) Delicious pleasure? Earth's Supremest good, The spring of blood, though it dry up our blood. Rob me of that, (though to be drunk with pleasure, As rank excess even in best things is bade; Turns man into a beast) yet that being gone, A horse and this (the goodliest shape) all one. We feed: wear rich attires: and strive to cleave The stars with Marble Towers, fight battles: Spend Our blood to buy us names: and in Iron hold Will we eat roots, to imprison fugitive gold: But to do thus, what Spell can us excite, This the strong Magic of our appetite: To feast which richly, life it self undoes, Whoo'd not die thus? to see, and then to choose Why even those that starve in Voluntary wants, And to advance the mind, keep the flesh poor, The world Enjoying them, they not the world, Would they do this, but that they are proud to suck A sweetness from such sourness; let em so, The torrent of my appetite shall flow With happier stream. A woman! O, the Spirit And extract of Creation! This, this night, The Sun shall envy. What cold checks our blood? Her body is the Chariot of my soul, Her eyes my bodies light, which if I want, Life wants, or if possess, I undo her; Turn her into a devil, whom I adore, By scorching her with the hight steam of lust, 'Tis but a minutes pleasure: and the sin Scarce acted is repented. Shun it than: Oh he that can Abs aine, is more than man! Tush. Resolvest thou to do ill: be not precise Who writes of Virtue best, are slaves to vize, The music sounds all arum to my blood, Whats bade I follow, yet I see whats good. Fair! be not doubly masked: with that and night, Beauty (Like gold) being used becomes more bright. The devil I did. Succubus not thee. Not to thee Harpy. I swore so. I sware so, but Gipsy not to thee? The ? A Sorceress e, thou shalt witch mine ears no more, If thou canst pray, doot quickly for thou diest. O God thou hast undone thy self and me, None live to match this piece, thou art to bloody, Yet for her sake, whom I'll embalm with tears, This Act with her I bury, and to quit Thy lose of such a Jewel, thou shalt share My living with me, Come embrace. Why should they fly thou Skreech-owle. Stops mouth, and drag him back: entreat em enter. Oh what a conflict feel I in my blood, I would I were less great to be more good: You're welcome, wherefore came you! guard the doors; When I behold that object, all my senses Revolt from reason, he that offers flight, Drops down a Coarse. Mirror of dams, I look upon thee now, As men long blind, (having recovered sighed) Amazed: scarce able are to endure the lig to: Mine own shame strikes me dumb: hence forth the book I'll read shall be thy mind, and not thy look. The jewels which I gave you: wear: your Fortune's, I'll raise on golden Pillars: fare you well, Lust in old age Like burned straw, does even choke The kiudlers, and consumes, in stinking Smoke. Witch, hag, what art thou proud damnation? Fury who raised thee up, what comest thou for! I am abused, deluded: Speak what art thou? Uds death speak, or isle kill thee: in that habit I looked to find and Angel, but thy face, Shows th'art a Devil. What art thou that dost cozen me thus?
Plot summary
Plot — Westward Ho
Through the bawd Birdlime, an earl is trying to corrupt Mistress Justiniano, but despite her husband’s jealous suspicions she has so far resisted his advances and remained chaste. He pretends bankruptcy, and tells her he is going abroad; but in fact he remains in London disguised as a writing teacher, Parenthesis. Meanwhile his wife, feeling the force of her poverty, is tempted by the Earl The wives of three citizens, Tenterhook, Wafer, and Honeysuckle, have a tavern assignation (arranged by ‘Parenthesis’) with Sir Gosling Glow-worm and friends; there they plan a journey westward by boat for a sexual night out in Brentford, with the wives’ absence explained by a ruse. ‘Parenthesis’ agrees to report that they have gone to visit Wafer’s sick child, and does so disguised as a collier. Mistress Tenterhook arranges for her kinsman Monopoly to be arrested for an unpaid debt to her husband, then bribes the arresting officer to free him so that he can join the party going to Brentford. ‘While their wives are away, the three citizens all try fo visit the same prostitute; Birdlime tries to juggle 1604 them, but they discover each other’s identities. Justiniano reveals himself and tells them where their wives really are, then takes his wife’s place, cross- dressed, at her assignation with the Earl. Discovering the substitution, the Earl thinks he has been visited by a succubus. Justiniano pretends he has poisoned his wife and shows the dead body; this is only a ruse, but the Earl is duly struck with conscience. At Brentford, the wives resist the gallants’ plans to seduce them, and Sir Gosling Glow-worm induces the local fiddlers to disturb the neighbourhood with bawdy songs. When the husbands arrive expecting to catch their wives in the act of adultery, they find them chaste. Monopoly’s debt is discharged through Justiniano’s intervention, and Sir Gosling attacked by outraged locals. The party returns home to London.