Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 20 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) T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.71 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Name one Madge-owlet, name one, I'll answer for none; my words shall be forth coming at all times, & shall answer for themselves; my nimble Catamountain: they shall Sislie Bumtrinket, for I'll give thee none but sugar-candy words, I will not puss: goody tripewife, I will not. Why dost call me such horrible ungodly names then? I'll name thee no more Mother Red-cap upon pain of death, if thou wilt Grimalkin, Maggot a-pye I will not. Would thou shouldst well know, I am no Maggot, but a mere Gentlewoman borne. I know thou art a Gentle, and I'll nibble at thee, thou shalt be my Cap-a-maintenance, & I'll carry my naked sword before thee, my reverend Lady lettuce-cap. Thou shalt carry no naked swords before me to fright me, thou— Go too, let not thy tongue play so hard at hot-cockles; for, Gammer Gurton, I mean to be thy needle, I love thee, I love thee, because thy teeth stand like the Arches under London Bridge, for thou'lt not turn Satire & bite thy husband; No, come my little Cub, do not scorn me because I go in Stag, in Buff, here's velvet too; thou seest I am worth thus much in bare velvet. I scorn thee not, not I. I know thou dost not, thou shalt see that I could march with two or three hundred links before me, look here what? I could show gold too, if that would tempt thee, but I will not make myself a goldsmith's stall I; I scorn to go chained my Lady ath Hospital, I do; yet I will and must be chained to thee. To me? why Master Captain, you know that I have my choice of three or four pair of Knights, and therefore have small reason to fly out I know not how in a man of war. A man a war? come thou know'st not what a worshipful focation 'tis to be a captains wife: three or four pair of Knights? why dost hear Ioane-a-bedlam, I'll enter into bond to be dubbed by what day thou wilt, when the next action is laid upon me, thou shalt be Ladified. You know I am offered that by half a dozen. Thou shalt little Miniver, thou shalt, I'll ha' this frock turned into a foot-cloth; and thou shalt be carted, drawn I mean, Coached, Coached, thou shalt ride jigga-jog; a Hood shall flap up and down here, and this sheepskin-cap shall be put off. Nay perdie, I'll put off my cap for no man's pleasure. wilt thou be proud little Lucifer? well, thou shalt go how thou wilt Maid-marian; come, buss thy little Anthony now, now, my clean Cleopatria; so, so, go thy ways Alexis secrets, thoust a breath as sweet as the Rose, that grows by the Bear-garden, as sweet as the proudest head a Garlic in England: come, wilt march in, to the Gentle folks?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Name one Madge-owlet, name one, Ile answer for none; my words shall be foorth comming at all times, & shall answer for them selues; my nimble Cat-a-mountaine: they shall Sislie Bum-trincket, for Ile giue thee none but Sugercandie wordes, I will not Pusse: goody Tripe-wife, I will not. VVhy dost call mee such horrible vngodlie names then? Ile name thee no more Mother Redcap vpon paine of death, if thou wilt Grimalkin, Maggo a-pye I will not. Wod thou shouldst wel know, I am no Maggot, but a meere Gentlewoman borne. I know thou art a Gentle, and Ile nibble at thee, thou shalt be my Cap-a-maintenance, & Ile carrie my naked sword before thee, my reuerend Ladie Lettice-cap. Thou shalt carry no naked swords before me to fright me, thou— Go too, let not thy tongue play so hard at hot-cockles; for, Gammer Gurton, I meane to bee thy needle, I loue thee, I loue thee, because thy teeth stand like the Arches vnder London Bridge, for thou't not turne Satyre & bite thy husband; No, come my little Cub, doe not scorne mee because I goe in Stag, in Buffe, heer's veluet too; thou seest I am worth thus much in bareveluet. I scorne thee not, not I. I know thou dost not, thou shat see that I could march with two or three hundred linkes before me, looke here what? I could shew golde too, if that would tempt thee, but I will not make my selfe a Gold-smithes stall I; I scorne to goe chain'd my Ladie ath Hospitall, I doe; yet I will and must bee chain'd to thee. To mee? why Master Captaine, you know that I haue my choise of three or foure payre of Knights, and therefore haue small reason to flye out I know not how in a man of war. A man a warre? come thou knowst not what a worshipfull focation tis to be a Captaines wife: three or four payre of Knights? why dost heare Ioane-a-bedlam, Ile enter into bond to be dub'd by what day thou wilt▪ when the next action is layde vpon me, thou shalt be Ladified. You know I am offered that by halfe a dozen. Thou shalt little Miniuer, thou shalt, Ile ha this frock turn'd into a foote-cloth; and thou shalt be carted, drawne I meane, Coacht, Coacht, thou shalt ryde Iigga-Iogge; a Hood shall flap vp and downe heere, and this shipskin-cap shall be put off. Nay perdie, Ile put off my cap for no mans pleasure. Wut thou be proude little Lucifer? well, thou shalt goe how thou wilt Maide-marian; come, busse thy little Anthony now, now, my cleane Cleopatria; so, so, goe thy waies Alexis secrets, th'ast a breath as sweet as the Rose, that growes by the Beare-garden, as sweete as the proud'st heade a Garlicke in England: come, wut march in, to the Gentle folkes?