Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 1 (nony, tailors, butler, mall, jesu, massinissa…). Matches are highlighted.
me, I had rather feast in fancies pittance, then to seed gaged with attention, So thing every bit with curiosity: no, I can fill my belly in a minute, satisfy my stomach in a breath: Lovers digest their sighs, and chow their spleen, while other appetites fallen hungry toot, and let them greedily graze on. I would not that you
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I sister, so she says. 'Tis hard to juggle with the devil, we maids So simper in each others quantity As we know fashion ere it be devise Forswear you one, and I'll forswear— I know you will not, therefore let him go; I love my Filbon as men love good clothes, Put them on every day. Your lover nightly, as you wish him yearly. At the thing you wish, Plague on the cat that loves nor milk nor fish. We are all maidens pictures, feign we would, Yet we cry away away, when ̄ away we should. You, or else none, sir Henry. No matter if you tell it now, 'tis done, finis men Say, concludes the ancient work, and this Though newly done, cries so be it. Let me alone to buckler thee sir Henry. This was a pass, it Fencers play, and for the after venny, let me use my skill. And I acknowledge both this in my Lord, my head, my husband, at whose bed I am obedient, at whose board I am obedient: all in all, I am the wife of Filbon, whose rough Welch, hath God a constering English, parse it boy, Nouns, Pronouns, Verbs, Adverbs, and God give thee joy. And ablative caret, takes his daughter. I, and the earnest blow given, fear it not. Especially when quicker eyes then ours, Arch in the brows of loves two votaries, Lord how they'le brag to find it questionless, 'Twill prove a ransom of a thousand kisses, Amorous glances, modest courtesy, Oh how these flatterers can insinuate, And stretch and inch of length to and el of wide Heeres much in office for a little pay. A glove God wot. 'Tis a card of lace sir, which he bought me. From Filbon. I deny Filbon to his face, bring me to him, I will justify that all his actions are Like apricots, they dangle & love them. Now fortune at the fairest, go with thee, thou hast been coming in this stratagem, and I do give thee joy with all my heart. Wishing a whirlwind in the Like disguise. Fetch me hence smoothly, I am lawful price. Sir, in sooth and verity believe me, That I am fair 'tis credible, but to shoot Arrows, whose heads have such immortal proof, 'Tis most erroneous and false, sfoot your a puritane, A citizen Ime sure, her canvas curran bags, Stuffed with sweet sinnomon and cloves, Good sir you are deceived in me, e country plain Without this nicety, and do you love me, yes? Then crave and answer without ceremony, Fetched from proud Ovid in his Art amandi. I do not Like it I. Sir and you, tell me of Cupid's eyes, shot from enamoured bows with hearts relenting, doubly de voted, and I know not what. No sir no, give me plain courtesy, Drawing on loves white hand a glove of warmth, Not cheuerell, stretching to such profanation, You overthrow loves diety in this, And putrify his altars with bade breath. I am a dairy huswife, no such wanton, So easily flattered with far fetched replies. Yet I esteem this worthless person free, And though not fair, yet something fortunate. Sir cry you mercy. Sir all the smiles a modest maid, can in this kind make proffer of, are yours, in your fair welcome, blame me not, though his unkindness made me negligent in your kind entertain. Wives unto Citizens are tradesmen's daughters, I am a blood of gentle composition, My mind dos equal it, I must be coached. Banckqueted every where, courted abroad, At home flattered, for my private use, I must have fancies, playfellows, as apes, Monkeys, baboons, mufs, fans, receits, Costly abiliments of several suits, Will you give this? 'twill break you sir, And crack your credits fair condition, no, Citizens would, but cannot answer so. This gentleman or this, before a Citizen, you sir pardon me I will would none. What you please, all the world except one or two, my eye motes that trouble but my sighed. Filbon for me, man else but mere illusion and idolatry, vain worship, images of melted mettle, which to dross dissolved, appear as nothing to my judgement, but his worth beyond come pare, gentle and suffering as the silent air, that though it brook the buffets of base breath, yet in it self 'tis heavenly, free from earth. Verger sir? Fear it not. Busy with one, who comes as conjured up from Cupid's quiver, stroken deep in love, he is a Apothecary. If any man know any lawful cause why these two may not marry, now speak, or else for ever mumb, I am gone y faith. Our marriage dinner, is it? Kiss and partly, till fit occasion of our next salute, Filbon farewell, my husband think on me, I am thy treasure but thou bearest the key. Sir I must needs confess it, he's my husband, & the reason? Sister I will teach you a medicine to make a sha dow substance, lie with him to night, as I will with my Fill bon, & by the morning think but what is passed, and you will reckon rightly you, he'll hold you three to one my medi cine's true. Who I? now as I live sweet Moll. If Filbon marry me, as by this light. How can you find the glove was never lost? Indeed a willing lose, is lose of gain, Where loving finders pity losers' pain, I will not say, enjoy so much the rather, Because gift giver cries out on the father. But if I durst, I would, till when. Unmatch our gloves, each take his own again. A trick now on my maidenhead, I did mistrust it, Come leave the rest to me, this Priest shall marry us incon tinent. Madame, lean on me, I'll bring you to your chamber. Yowl answer, no Never yet. Ever so when so our matters fit. The days short, and the night's I will, to pleasure thee, A knows the coat, but thinks not who shall wear it. Cold comfort in a stone. Better and better by my slipper. Oh sir, a Courtier on my life, I love to fit up late, Lie long it'h morning, rot with sweet meats, and To play at shuttlecock, me thinks the games now In my narmes, in any hand a Courtiers wife and Why not? his black jet shows best about Beauty's neck, and I am proud of such A suitor, if I understand not his welch, Like A good piece of ord nance, I shall lie fast upon the Bulwark, and discharge my obedient English Must be a Lady sir. Oh it cannot choose. Father's are fortunate in this good news. Go you drones, you do not love the hive, Theres honey in't, 'tis a sweet thing to win. As children play with stones, to make them sport. The Like I wish. Be you advised then sister, I'm a fool. Yet not so simple but I talk by rule, I say, dine they that list, I will not, for my dish Dressed to my hand is here, here let me feed, Ti's the maids modicum, God send us speed. So then said I well, you wicked thing. Wherefore. Close and hushed, not a fly stirring, While they feed hungerly, we, that loves detie Doos proclaim pardon to presume, and speak, Challenge liberty, now by my maidenhead. Can you forbid my oath? Sir I will swear, & till I lack it, say, nought shall confine me, I had rather feast in fancies pittance, then to seed gaged with attention, So thing every bit with curiosity: no, I can fill my belly in a minute, satisfy my stomach in a breath: Lovers digest their sighs, and chow their spleen, while other appetites fallen hungry toot, and let them greedily graze on. I would not that you should, for I speak Greek. Christmas gambuls, father, shooing the wild mare.
Plot summary
Plot — The Two Maids of More-Clacke
Before the action, James Humil wrote to his wife from what he took to be his deathbed. Believing herself widowed, she made swift arrangements for her remarriage to Sir William Vergir, with the support of her son, who hoped to marry one of Sir William’s daughters, Now, on her way back from the wedding, she sees James in the street. She loses her glove, and offers a reward for its discovery: the person who finds . it will have the honour of deciding the festivities in celebration of her second marriage. This is a ruse to enable her to see James, who has found the glove. She tells him that, though she genuinely thought him dead, she contracted her second marriage as a means of paying his debts and securing a desirable match for ===== PAGE 471 ===== 1608 their son. She takes on James as a servant, and tells her second husband that she will only consummate the marriage once Young Humil is married to his elder daughter, Mary. Since both daughters are already engaged, Sir William tries to put off the fiancés by setting impossible conditions: Toures will only be allowed to marry Mary after she has died and come back to life; Young Filbon will get Tabitha only if he becomes a woman. Filbon sends a letter to Tabitha via Touch, Sir William’s servant, but the letter is found and Touch dismissed; Tabitha becomes estranged from her father. Toures visits Mary disguised as a tinker, and they go off to Putney to get married. Tabitha has two other suitors ~ Auditor, Toures’s father, and the Welsh knight Sir Robert, who is really Touch in disguise — but she tells them she is only interested in Filbon. The creation of Sir Robert is a ruse to allow Filbon access to her, despite her father’s opposition: when he releases her to be married to the Welsh knight, Touch hands over the role to Filbon. Toures and Mary are married, and escape by ship, but Mary falls ill during a storm at sea. She appears to die and is buried with all her possessions in a trunk on the beach in the Scilly Isles. The Governor of the Scillies digs up the trunk, thinking it booty, and finds her inside, still alive; he happens to be her uncle. Humil finds his mother in bed with James, and tells Vergir. He is unable to substantiate the charge of adultery because, by the time Vergir arrives to see for himself, James has left the bed (but is still in the room). Vergir suggests that Humil has slandered his mother, but is secretly impressed with his fidelity to his stepfather. However, he then discovers that his…