Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 13 (tanner, kate, topas, harry, henry, george…). Matches are highlighted.
seal unto her, with this kiss, And call you all to witness of my penance. Advice how, Sage Shep'ard, we shall put it straight in practice. Go sirs about it, Take George here with you, he can help to find her; Leave Tuck, and Much behind to dress the Dinner, In the Cooks stead. Come Marian, lets withdraw into the bower. Wherefore,
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Welcome bright Clarion, and sweet Mellifleur, The courteous Lionel, fair Amy; all My friends and neighbours, to the Jolly Bower Of Robin-hood, and to the greenwood Walks: Now that the shearing of your sheep is done, And the washed Flocks are lighted of their wool, The smoother Ewes are ready to receive. The mounting Rams again; and both do feed, As either promised to increase your breed At eaning time; and bring you lusty twins. Why should, or you, or we so much forget The season in our selves: as not to make Use of our youth, and spirits, to awake The nimble Hornpipe, and the Timburine, And mix our Songs, and Dances in the Wood, And each of us cut down a Triumph-bough. Such were the Rites, the youthful June allow. I do not know, what their sharp sighed may see Of late, but I should think it still might be (As 'twas) a happy age, when on the Plains, The Woodmen met the Damsels, and the Swains The Neat'ards, Plowmen, and the Pipers loud, And each did dance, some to the Kit, or Crowd, Some to the Bagpipe, some the Tabret-mov'd, And all did either love, or were beloved. Those charitable times had no mistrust. Shepherd's knew how to love, and not to lust. You should not cross him then what ere you do: For Phantasy stopped, will soon take fire, and burn Into and anger, or to a Frenzy turn. A deep hurt Phantasy. Yes gentle Aeglamour, we all approve, And come to gratulate your just revenge: Which since it is so perfect, we now hope, You'll leave all care thereof, and mix with us, In all the proffered solace of the Spring. My Marian, and my Mistress! What? and the inchpin? Your sports then pleased you? One I do confess I wanted till you came, but now I have you, I'll grow to your embraces, till two souls Distilled into kisses, through our lips Do make one spirit of love. Breathe, breathe a while, what says my gentle Marian? What a week? Was that so long? To some they seem so; But being met again, they'are School-boys hours. Had you good sport in your chase to day? And hunted ye at force? You had staunch Hounds then? What relays set you? He stood not long then? What head? I! what was that sweet Marian He kisses her. I love these interruptions in a Story; He kisses her again. They make it sweeter. On my Marian. I did but take the Assay. Pulled down, and paunch turned out. the Ravens-bone. Nay, you must give them all their rudenesses; They are not else themselves, without their language. How! cloudy, Marian! What look is this? I wonder he can move! that he's not fixed! If that his feeling be the same with mine! I dare not trust the faith of mine own senses. I fear mine eyes, and ears! this is not Marian! Nor am I Robin-hood! I pray you ask her! Ask her good Shep'ards! ask her all for me; Or rather ask yourselves, if she be she; Or I, be I. I pray you friends, do you hear? and see, as I do? Did the same accents strike your ears? and objects? Your eyes, as mine? Are we not all changed, Transformed from our selves? The dead, or lazy wait for't: I will find it. OF, are you here, my Mistress? What the rude Ranger? and spied Spy? hand off: You are for no such rustics. alas no, not they! a poor starved Muttons carcase Would better fit their palat's, then your Venison. You have not sent your Venison hence by Scathlock, To Mother Maudlin? Nay, we will all swear so. For all did hear it, when you gave the charge so. Both Clarion, Alken, Lionel, my self. Do you mark this, Clarion? Her own acknowledgement? Look to her, she is mad. Observe, and mark, but trouble not her ease. I Like her not. And less her manners now. I believe She can take any Shape; as Scathlock says. Would I could see her, Once more in Marians form! for I am certain Now, it was she abused us; as I think My Marian, and my Love, now, innocent: Which faith I seal unto her, with this kiss, And call you all to witness of my penance. Advice how, Sage Shep'ard, we shall put it straight in practice. Go sirs about it, Take George here with you, he can help to find her; Leave Tuck, and Much behind to dress the Dinner, In the Cooks stead. Come Marian, lets withdraw into the bower. Wherefore, Enter Robin hood stay you Discoursing here, and haste not with your succours To poor afflicted Amy, that so needs them? My Marian? Stay! What was't you have told my friend? Yes, come near, Was this the charmed circle? The Copy that so cozened, and deceived us? I'll carry hence the trophy of your spoils. My men shall hunt you too upon the start, And course you soundly. Out murmuring Hag.
Plot summary
Plot — A Tale of a Tub
Audrey Turf is to be married to John Clay, even though her father has promised her to Squire Tub: she drew Clay in a Valentine’s Eve lottery and her parents are determined that she should marry him on Valentine’s Day. The vicar, Sir Hugh, alerts Tub, and lays a plot to stop the wedding; but also abets Justice Preamble’s scheming to get the girl for himself. Tub’s governor Hilts poses as a servant whose master, Captain Thumbs, was attacked nearby; he has brought Constable Turf orders from the Queen to raise a hue and cry to catch the criminals; moreover, his description of one of them fits Clay, the bridegroom. Turf is obliged to postpone the wedding, and leaves his daughter with Hilts, who hands her over to Tub. Audrey at first thinks herself too low-born to be the Squire’s wife, but is won over by the prospect of social advancement. But before Tub can get her to church, he is arrested by Preamble. The judge leaves Tub with a pursuivant, saying he must return Audrey to her father; but the pursuivant turns out to be Preamble’s clerk, Metaphor, in disguise, and he explains that Preamble is actually taking her to church to marry her himself. Clay goes into hiding. Tub tells Turf that the robbery was a ruse by Preamble to enable him to take Audrey. Turf breaks off the hue and cry and intervenes in time to prevent the marriage, and takes Audrey home. Sir Hugh poses as the robbed man, Captain Thumbs, and complains of Turf’s negligence. Turf is summoned before Preamble to answer for abandoning the chase; he must produce the thief, presumed to be Clay, or pay back the stolen money himself. He sends Metaphor to fetch the cash, but Sir Hugh tells Metaphor to bring Audrey too. Tub and Hilts bully the plot out of Metaphor, and arrange to intercept him as he returns with Audrey. Tub takes the girl and lets Hilts and Metaphor have the money; but his mother, who has been out looking for him, catches up with him just as he is about to take Audrey to church. He claims he was taking her home, but Lady Tub will not be put off, and sends Audrey home with her gentleman usher, Pol-Marten—who woos her for himself. Tub roots out a supposed devil in Turf’s barn: it turns out to be Clay, hiding in the straw. Pol-Marten disguises Audrey in Lady Tub’s clothes, and Sir Hugh marries them, not realizing who they are. Tub invites the company home to supper, where he has arranged a masque whose central feature is a tub, representing his family; it has been devised by the cooper Medley,…