1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 6 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.78 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
No, no, It shall be cousin, or rather cuz, that's the gulling word between the citizens wives & their old dames, that man 'em to the garden; to call you one a mine ants, sister, were as good as call you arrant whores no, no, let me alone to cozen you rarely. has heard I have a brother, but never saw him, therefore put on a good face. The best in Milan I warrant. Take up wares, but pay nothing, rifle my bosom, my pocket, my purse, the boxes for money to dice with all; but brother, you must give all back again in secret. By this welkin that here roars? I will, or else let me never know what a secret is: why sister do you think I'll coney-catch you, when you are my cousin? God's my life, than I were a stark Ass, if I fret not his guts, beg me for a fool. Be circumspect, and do so then, farewell. The tortoise sister? I'll stay there; forty ducats. Thither I'll send: this law can none deny, Women must have their longings, or they die. Give charge that none do enter, lock the doors; And fellows, what your eyes and ears receive, Upon your lives trust not the gadding air To carry the least part of it: the glass, the hourglass. Here my Lord. Ah, 'tis mere spent. But Doctor Benedick, does your Art speak truth? Art sure the soporiferous stream will ebb, And leave the Crystal banks of her white body (Pure as they were at first) just at the hour? just at the hour my Lord. Uncurtain her. Softly sweet Doctor: what a coldish heat Spreads over all her body. Now it works: The vital spirits that by a sleepy charm Were bound up fast, and threw an icy rust On her exterior parts, now 'gin to break: Trouble her not my Lord. Some stools, you called For music, did you not? Oh ho, it speaks, It speaks, watch sirs her waking, note those sands, Doctor sit down: A Dukedom that should weigh mine Own down twice, being put into one stale: And that fond desperate boy Hipolito, Making the weight up, should not (at my hands) Buy her i'th' tother, were her state more Than hers, who makes a dowry up with alms. Doctor I'll starve her on the Apennine Ere he shall marry her: I must confess, Hipolito is nobly borne, a man; Did not mine enemy's blood boil in his veins, Whom I would court to be my son in law? But Princes whose high spleens for empery swell, Are not with easy art made parallel. She wakes my Lord. Look Doctor Benedick. I charge you on your lives maintain for truth, whate'er the Doctor or myself aver For you shall beare hes hence to Bergaine Oh God, what fearful dreams? Lady. Ha. Girl. Why Infaelisha, how is't now, ha, speak? I'm well, what makes this Doctor here? I'm well.
nodes 172–226 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 48 in this edition
Length
497 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No, no, It shall be coosen, or rather cuz, thats the gulling word betweene the Cittizens wives & their olde dames, that man em to the garden; to call you one a mine aunts, sister, were as good as call you arrant whoores no, no, let me alone to cosen you rarely. Haz heard I have a brother, but never saw him, therefore put on a good face. The best in Mlan I warrant. Take vp wares, but pay nothing, rifle my bosome, my pocket, my purse, the boxes for mony to dice with all; but brother, you must give all backe agen in secret. By this welkin that here roares? I will, else let me never know what a secret is: why sister do you thinke Ile cunni-catch you, when you are my coosen? Gods my life, then I were a starke Asse, if I fret not his guts, beg me for a foole. Be circumspect, and do so then, farewell. The Tortoys sister? Ile stay there; forty duckats. Thither Ile send: this law can none deny, Women must have their longings, or they die. Give charge that none do enter, locke the doores; And fellowes, what your eyes and eares receave, Vpon your lives trust not the gadding aire To carry the least part of it: the glasse, the houre-glasse. Heere my Lord. Ah, tis meere spent. But Doctor Benedick, does your Art speake truth? Art sure the soporiferous streame will ebbe, And leave the Christall banks of her white body (Pure as they were at first) iust at the houre▪ Iust at the houre my Lord. Vncurtaine her. Softly sweete Doctor: what a coldish heate Spreads over all her bodie. Now it workes: The vitall spirits that by a sleepie charme Were bound vp fast, and threw an icie rust On her exterior parts, now gin to breake: Trouble her not my Lord. Some stooles, you calld For musicke, did you not? Oh ho, it speakes, It speakes, watch sirs her waking, note those sands, Doctor sit downe: A Dukedome that should wey mine Owne downe twice, being put into onestale: And that fond desperate boy Hipolito, Making the weight vp▪ should not (at my hands) Buy her i'th tother, were her Than hers, who makes a dowrie vp Doctor Ile starve her on the Appenine Ere he shall marrie her: I must confesse, Hipolito is nobly bone, a man; Did not mine enemies blood boile in his veines, Whom I would court to be my sonne in law? But Princes whose high spleenes for empery swell, Are not with easie arte made paralell. She wakes my Lord. Looke Doctor Benedick. I charge you on your lives maintaine for truth, What ere the Doctor or my selfe averre For you shall beare hes hence to Bergaine Oh God, what fearefull dreames? Lady. Ha. Girle. Why Infaelisha, how ist now, ha, speake? I'me well, what makes this Doctor heere? I'me well.