The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 23 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Come, come let's run a score for once. You shall not score of my tally, out of my doors. Why shall we not be bosomed? have we paid, and must we not have wenches? You shall have the choicest of my house gentlemen. Who, those Rascals? They be Rascals that have no money; those be Gentlemen that have Crowns; these are they that pay the joiner, the rope-maker, the Upholster, the launderer, the Glazier; will you get you out of my doors, or shall we scold you hence? That you shall never by thrusting them out of doors. Who but a mad man would be so base as to be hired, much more to hire one of those bruitists, that make no difference betwixt a Gentleman and a beggar, nay, I have seen enough to be soon entreated. You shall not need to fear me, I am gone: he's passed before, nor will I stay behind; I have seen enough to loathe all your sisterhood. Marry farewell frost. Now Sir, will you make your choice, and your man after? I'll have both, these are mine. Go you then with your pair of Whores, I'll go with this old scholar that first plied me. I see thou lovest to go by water; come, shall we dally together? sit upon my knee my sweet boy, what money hast thou in thy purse? wilt thou bestow this upon me my sweet chick? I'll see what I shall have first for my money by your favour. And shall I have this? And I this? Both these are mine, we are agreed then? But I am ashamed, being such a tattered rogue, to lie with two such fine gentlewomen; beside, to tell you truly, I am lousy. No matter, thou shalt have a clean shirt, and but pay for the washing, and thy clothes shall in the mean time be cast into an Oven. But I have a worse fault, my skin's not perfect; What should I say I am? Itchy? Oh thou shalt have Brimstone and Butter. Worse than all these, my body is diseased, I shall infect yours. If we come by any mischance, thou hast money to pay for the cure: come, shall's withdraw into the next chamber? You are not women, you are devils both, And that your Dam; my body save in wars, Is yet unscarred, nor shall it be with you. Say the last lecher that embraced you here, And folded in his arms your rottenness, Had been all these, would you not all that filth Vomit on me? or who would buy diseases, And make his body for a Spittle fit, That may walk sound? I came to school you Whore, Not to corrupt you; for what need I that When you are all corruption; be he lame, Have he no Nose, be all his body stung With the French Fly, with the Sarpego dried: Be he a Lazar, or a Leper, bring Coin in his fist, he shall embrace your lust Before the purest flesh that sues of trust.
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Come, come let's run a score for once. You shall not score of my tally, out of my doores. Why shall we not be bosom'd? have we paid, and must we not have wenches? You shal have the choicest of my house gentlemen. Who, those Rascalls? They be Rascalls that have no money; those be Gentlemen that have Crownes; these are they that pay the Ioyner, the rope-maker, the Vpholster, the Laundrer, the Glazier; will you get you out of my doores, or shall wee scold you hence? That you shall never by thrusting them out of doores. Who but a mad man would be so base as to be hir'd, much more to hire one of those bruitists, that make no difference betwixt a Gentleman and a begger, nay, I have seene enough to be soone intreated. You shall not need to feare me, I am gone: Hee's past before, nor will I stay behinde; I have seene enough to loath all your sisterhood. Marry farewell frost. Now Sir, will you make your choice, and your man after? I'le have both, these are mine. Goe you then with your paire of Whores, I'le goe with this old skuller that first ply'd me. I see thou lovest to goe by water; come, shall we dally together? sit upon my knee my sweet boy, what money hast thou in thy purse? wilt thou bestow this upon me my sweet chicke? I'le see what I shall have first for my money by your favour. And shall I have this? And I this? Both these are mine, we are agreed then? But I am asham'd, being such a tatter'd rogue, to lye with two such fine gentlewomen; besides, to tell you truely, I am louzie. No matter, thou shalt have a cleane shirt, and but pay for the washing, aud thy cloaths shall in the meane time be cast into an Oven. But I have a worse fault, my skinne's not perfect; What should I say I am? Itchy? Oh thou shalt have Brimstone and Butter. Worse than all these, my body is diseased, I shall infect yours. If we come by any mischance, thou hast money to pay for the cure: come, shall's withdraw into the next chamber? You are not women, you are devils both, And that your Damme; my body save in warres, Is yet unskarr'd, nor shall it be with you. Say the last leacher that imbrac't you here, And folded in his armes your rottennesse, Had beene all these, would you not all that filth Vomite on me? or who would buy diseases, And make his body for a Spittle fit, That may walke sound? I came to schoole you Whoore, Not to corrupt you; for what need I that When you are all corruption; be he lame, Have he no Nose, be all his body stung With the French Fly, with the Sarpego dry'd: Be he a Lazar, or a Leper, bring Coyne in his fist, he shall embrace your lust Before the purest flesh that sues of trust.