1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 4 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 467 words
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God's so, I would not for a ducat she had kicked up her heels, for I ha' spent an abomination this voyage, marry I did it amongst sailors and gentlemen: there's a little modicum more porter for making thee stay, farewell honest porter. I am in your debt sir, God preserve you. Not so neither, good porter, God's lid, yonder she comes. Sister Viola, I am glad to see you stirring: it's news to have me here, be't not sister? Yes trust me: I wondered who should be so bold to send for me, you are welcome to Milan brother. Troth sister I heard you were married to a very rich chuff, and I was very sorry for it, that I had no better clothes, and that made me send: for you know we milliners love to strut upon Spanish leather. And how does all our friends? Very well; you ha' traveled enough now, I trow, to sow your wild oats. A pox on 'em; wild oats, I ha' not an oat to throw at a horse, troth sister I ha' sowed my oats, and reaped 200. ducats if I had 'em, here, mary I must entreat you to lend me some thirty or forty till the ship come, by this hand i'll discharge at my day, by this hand. These are your old oaths. Why sister, do you think i'll forswear my hand? Well, well, you shall have them: put yourself into better fashion, because I must employ you in a serious matter. I'll swear like a horse if I like the matter. You ha' cast off all your old swaggering humours. I had not sailed a league in that great fishpond (the sea) but I cast up my very gall. I am the more sorry, for I must employ a true swaggerer. Nay by this iron sister, they shall find I am powder and touchbox, if they put fire once into me. Then lend me your ears. Mine ears are yours dear sister. I am married to a man that has wealth enough, and wit enough. A linen Draper I was told sister. Very true, a grave Citizen; I want nothing that a wife can wish from a husband: but here's the spite, he has not all things belonging to a man. God's my life, he's a very mandrake, or else (God bless us) one a these whiblins, and that's worse, and then all the children that he gets lawfully of your body sister, are bastards by a statute. O you run over me too fast brother, I have heard it often said, that he who cannot be angry, is no man. I am sure my husband is a man in print, for all things else, save only in this, no tempest can move him.
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Gods so, I would not for a duckat she had kickt vp hir heeles, for I ha spent an abomination this voyage, maie I did it amongst sailers and gentlemen: theres alittle modicum more porter for making thee stay, farewell honest porter. I am in your debt sir, God preserve you. Not so neither, good porter, gods lid, yonder she coms. Sister Viola, I am glad to see you stirring: its newes to have mee heere, it not sister? Yes trust me: I wondred who should be so bolde to send for me, you are welcome to Millan brother. Troth sister I heard you were married to a verie rich chuffe, and I was very sorie for it, that I had no better clothes, and that made me send: for you knowe wee Millaners love to strut vpon Spanish leather. And how does all our friends? Very well; you ha travelled enough now, I trowe, to sowe your wilde oates. A pox on em; wilde oates, I ha not an oate to throw at a horse, troth sister I ha sowde my oates, and reapt 200. duckats if I had em, heere, mary I must intreate you to lend me some thirty or forty till the ship come, by this hand ile discharge at my day, by this hand. These are your olde oaths. Why sister, doe you thinke ile forsweare my hand? Well, well, you shall have them: put your selfe into better fashion, because I must imploy you in a serious matter. Ile sweare like a horse if I like the matter. You ha cast off all your olde swaggering humours. I had not sailde a league in that great fish-pond (the sea) but I cast vp my very gall. I am the more sory, for I must imploy a true swaggerer. Nay by this yron sister, they shall finde I am powlder and touch-box, if they put fire once into me. Then lend me your eares. Mine eares are yours deere sister. I am married to a man that haz wealth enough, and wit enough. A linnen Draper I was tolde sister. Very true, a grave Cittizen; I want nothing that a wife can wish from a husband: but heeres the spite, hee haz not all things belonging to a man. Gods my life, hee's a verie mandrake, or else (God blesse vs) one a these whiblins, and thats woorse, and then all the children that he gets lawfully of your body sister, are bastards by a statute. O you runne over me too fast brother, I have heard it often said, that hee who cannot be angry, is no man. I am sure my husband is a man in prit, for all things else, save onely in this, no tempest can move him.