Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 10 of 48

Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals)
comedy · Prince Henry's Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 464 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Well, how do you rate it? Very conscionably, 18. s.a yard. That's too dear: how many yards does the whole piece contain think you? Why, some 17. yards I think, or thereabouts, How much would serve your turn? I pray. Why let me see-would it were better too. Truth, 'tis the best in Milan at few words. Well: let me have then a whole pennyworth. Ha, ha: you're a merry gentleman. A pen'orth I say. Of lawn! Of lawn? I of lawn, a pen'orth, 'sblood dost not hear? a whole pen'orth, are you deaf? Deaf? no Sir: but I must tell you, Our wares do seldom meet such customers. Nay, and you and your lawns be so squeamish, Fare you well. Pray stay, a word, pray signor: for what purpose is it I beseech you? 'sblood, what's that to you: I'll have a penny worth. A pennyworth! why you shall: I'll serve you presently. 'sfoot, a pennyworth mistress! A pennyworth! call you these Gentlemen? No, no: not there. What then kind Gentleman? what at this corner here? No nor there neither. I'll have it just in the middle, or else not. just in the middle:- ha-you shall too: what? Have you a single penny? Yes, here's one. Lend it me I pray. An exc'llent followed jest. What will he spoil the Lawn now? Patience, good wife. ay, that patience makes a fool of you: Gentlemen, you might ha' found some other Citizen to have made a kind gull on, besides my husband. Pray Gentlemen take her to be a woman, Do not regard her language.— O kind soul: Such words will drive away my customers, Customers with a murrain: call you these customers? Patience, good wife. Pax, a your patience. 'sfoot mistress, I warrant these are some cheating companions. Look you Gentleman, there's your ware, I thank you, I have your money; hear, pray know my shop, pray let me have your custom. Custom quoth a. Let me take more of your money. You had need so. Hark in thine ear, thouhast lost an hundred ducats. Well, well, I know't: is't possible that Homo, Should be nor man, nor woman: not once moved; No not at such an injury, not at all! Sure he's a pigeon, for he has no gall. Come, come, you're angry though you smother it: youare vexed i'faith,- confess. Why Gentlemen Should you conceit me to be vexed or moved? He has my ware, I have his money for't, And that's no Argument I am angry: no, The best Logician can not prove me so. oh, but the hateful name of a pennyworth of lawn, And then cut out, i'th' middle of the piece: Pah, I guess it by myself, would move a Lamb Were he a Linen-draper- 'twould i'faith.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
Play1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore)
AuthorDekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1604
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1604
Company (BritDrama)Prince Henry's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 471 · TCP A20062 · DEEP 362
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 357–416 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 48 in this edition
Length464 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.786
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well, how doe you rate it? Very conscionably, 18. sa yard. That's too deare: how many yards does the whole piece containe thinke you? Why, some 17. yardes I thinke, or there abouts, How much would serue your turne? I pray. Why let me see-would it were better too. Truth, tis the best in Millan at fewe words. Well: let me haue then-a whole penny-worth. Ha, ha: y'are a merry gentleman. A pennorth I say. Of lawne! Of lawne? I of lawne, a pennorth, sblood dost not heare? a whole pennorth, are you deaffe? Deaffe? no Syr: but I must tell you, Our wares doe seldome meete such customers. Nay, and you and your lawnes be so squemish, Fare you well. Pray stay, a word, pray Signior: for what purpose is it I beseech you? Sblood, whats that to you: Ile haue a penny worth. A penny-worth! why you shall: Ile serue you presently. Sfoot, a penny-worth mistris! A penny-worth! call you these Gentlemen? No, no: not there. What then kinde Gentle-man? what at this corner here? No nor there neither. Ile haue it iust in the middle, or els not. Iust in the middle: -ha-you shall too: what? Haue you a single penny? Yes, heeres one. Lend it me I pray. An exlent followed iest. What will he spoile the Lawne now? Patience, good wife. I, that patience makes a foole of you: Gentlemen, you might ha found some other Citizen to haue made a kind gull on, besides my husband. Pray Gentlemen take her to be a woman, Do not regard her language.—O kinde soule: Such words will driue away my customers, Customers with a murrē: call you these customers? Patience, good wife. Pax, a your patience. Sfoot mistris, I warrant these are some cheating companions. Looke you Gentleman, theres your ware, I thank you, I haue your mony; heare, pray know my shop, pray let me haue your custome. Custome quoth a. Let me take more of your money. You had need so. Harke in thine eare, thast lost an hundred duckets. Well, well, I knowt: ist possible that Homo, Should be nor man, nor woman: not once mooud; No not at such an iniurie, not at all! Sure hees a pigeon, for he has no gall. Come, come, y'are angry tho you smother it: Yare vext ifaith,-confesse. Why Gentle-men Should you conceit me to be vext or moou'd? He has my ware, I haue his money fort, And thats no Argument I am angry: no, The best Logitian can not proue me so. oh, but the hatefull name of a pennyworth of lawne, And then cut out, ith middle of the peece: Pah, I guesse it by my selfe, would moue a Lambe Were he a Lynnen-draper -twould ifaith.