Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 10 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.78 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
I wafer-face your Ningle. If he carry the mind of a Gentleman, he'll scorn it at's heels. Mary muff, my man a gingerbread, wilt eat any small coal? No Captain, would you should well know it, great coal shall not fill my belly. Scorn it, dost scorn to be arrested at one of his old Suits? No Captain, I'll wear any thing. I know thou wilt, I know thouart an honest low minded pygmy, for I ha' seen thy shoulders leapt in a players old cast Cloak, like a Sly knave as thou art: and when thou ranst mad for the death of Horatio: thou borrowedst a gown of Roscius the Stager, (that honest Nicodemus) and sent'st it home lousy, didst not? Respond, didst not? So, so, no more of this, within this hour— If I can sound retreat to my wits, with whom this leader is in skirmish, I'll end within this hour. What wilt end? wilt hang thyself now? has he not writ Finis yet Jack? what will he be fifteen weeks about this Cockatrice's egg too? has he not cackled yet? not laid yet? Not yet, he swears he will within this hour. His wits are somewhat hard bound: the Punk his Muse has sore labour ere the whore be delivered: the poor saffron-cheek Sunburnt Gipsie wants Physic; give the hungry-face puddingpie-eater ten Pills: ten shillings my fair Angelica, they' make his Muse as yare as a tumbler. He shall not want for money if he'll write. Go by Ieronimo, go by; and here, drop the ten shillings into this Basin; do, drop, when Iackes he shall call me his Maecenas: besides, I'll damn up's Oven-mouth for railing at's: So, be't right Jack? is't sterling? fall off now to the vanward of yonder four Stinkers, and ask aloud if we shall go? the Knight shall defray Jack, the Knight when it comes to Summa totalis, the Knight, the Knight.— Well Gentlemen, we'll leave you, shall we go Captain? good Horace make some haste. I'll put on wings. I never saw mine Ingle so dashed in my life before. Yes once Asinius. Mass you say true, he was dashed worse once going (in a rainy day) with a speech toth' Tiltyard, by God's lid has called him names, a dog would not put up, that had any discretion. Hold, hold up thy hand, I ha' seen the day thou didst not scorn to hold up thy golls: there's a soldiers Spur-royal, twelve pence: Stay, because I know thou canst not write without quicksilver; up again, this goll again, I give thee double press-money: Stay, because I know thou hast a noble head, i'll divide my Crown, o royal Porrex, there's a teston more; go, thou and thy Muse munch, do, munch; come my dear Mandrake, if Skeldring fall not to decay, thou shalt flourish: farewell my sweet Amadis de Gaul, farewell.
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I waer-fate your Ningle. If he carry the minde of a Gentleman, he'll scorne it at's heeles. Mary muffe, my man a ginger-bread, wilt eate any small coale? No Captaine, wod you should well know it, great coale shall not fill my bellie. Scorne it, dost scorne to be arrested at one of his olde Suits? No Captaine, Ile weare any thing. I know thou wilt, I know th'art an honest low minded Pigmey, for I ha seene thy shoulders lapt in a Plaiers old cast Cloake, like a Slie knaue as thou art: and when thou ranst mad for the death of Horatio: thou borrowedst a gowne of Roscius the Stager, (that honest Nicodemus) and sentst it home lowsie, didst not? Responde, didst not? So, so, no more of this, within this houre— If I can sound retreate to my wits, with whome this leader is in skirmish, Ile end within this houre. What wut end? wut hang thy selfe now? has he not writ Finis yet Iacke? what will he bee fifteene weekes about this Cockatrices egge too? has hee not cackeld yet? not laide yet? Not yet, hee sweares hee will within this houre. His wittes are somewhat hard bound: the Puncke his Muse has sore labour ere the whoore bee deliuered: the poore saffron-cheeke Sun-burnt Gipsie wantes Phisicke; giue the hungrie-face pudding-pye-eater ten Pilles: ten shillings my faire Angelica, they' make his Muse as yare as a tumbler. He shall not want for money if heele write. Goe by Ieronimo, goe by; and heere, drop the ten shillings into this Bason; doe, drop, when Iacke hee shall call me his Moecen: besides, Ile dam vp's Ouen-mouth for rayling at's: So, it right Iacke? ist sterling? fall off now to the vauward of yonder foure Stinkers, and aske alowde if wee shall goe? the Knight shall defray Iacke, the Knight when it comes to Summa totalis, the Knyght, the Knight.— Well Gentlemen, we'll leaue you, shall we goe Captaine? good Horrace make some hast. Ile put on wings. I neuer sawe mine Ingle so dasht in my life before. Yes once Asinius. Mas you say true, hee was dasht worse once going (in a rainy day) with a speech to'th Tilt-yard, by Gods lyd has call'd him names, a dog would not put vp, that had any discreation. Holde, holde vp thy hand, I ha seene the day thou didst not scorne to holde vp thy golles: ther's a Souldiers Spur-royall, twelue pence: Stay, because I know thou canst not write without quick-uer; vp agen, this goll agen, I giue thee double presse-money: Stay, because I know thou hast a noble head, ile deuide my Crowne, ô royall Porrex, ther's a teston more; goe, thou and thy Muse munch, de, munch; come my deare Mandrake, if Skeldring fall not to decay, thou shalt florish: farewell my sweet Amadis de Gaule, farewell.