1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 12 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.87 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Pray let your tongue lie still, all will be well: Come hither George, high to the Constable, And in calm order wish him to attach them, Make no great stir, because they're gentlemen, And a thing partly done in merriment. 'tis but a size above a jest thou know'st, Therefore pursue it mildly, go be gone, The constable's hard by, bring him along,- make haste again. O you're a goodly patient Woodcock, are you not now? See what your patience comes too: every one saddles you, and rides you, you'll be shortly the common stone-horse of Milan: a woman's well helped up with such a meacock, I had rather have a husband that would swaddle me thrice a day, than such a one, that will be gulled twice in half an hour, Oh I could burn all the wares in my shop for anger. Pray wear a peaceful temper, be my wife, That is, be patient: for a wife and husband Share but one soul between them: this being known, Why should not one soul then agree in one? Hang your agreements: But if my beaker be gone. Oh, hear they come. The Constable sir, let'em come along with me, because there should be no wondering, he stays at door. Constable goodman Abram. Now signor Candido, 'sblood why do you attach us? 'sheart! attach us! Nay swear not gallants, Your oaths may move your souls, but not move me, You have a silver beaker of my wives. You say not true: 'tis gilt. Then you say true. And being gilt, the guilt lies more on you. I hope you're not angry sir. Then you hope right, for I am not angry. No, but a little moved. I moved! 'twas you were moved, you were brought hither. But you (out of your anger & impatience,) Caused us to be attached. Nay you misplace it. Out of my quiet sufferance I did that, And not of any wrath, had I shown anger, I should have then pursued you with the law, And hunted you to shame, as many worldlings Do build their anger upon feebler grounds, The more's the pity, many lose their lives For scarce so much coin as will hide their palm: Which is most cruel, those have vexed spirits That pursue lives, in this opinion rest, The loss of Millions could not move my breast. Thou art a blessed man, and with peace dost deal, Such a meek spirit can bless a common weal. Gentlemen, now 'tis upon eating time, Pray part not hence, but dine with me today. I never heard a carter yet say nay To such a motion. I'll not be the first. Nor I, Nor I, The constable shall bear you company, George call him in, let the world say what it can, Nothing can drive me from a patient man. A non forsooth. What are you playing the rogue about?
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Pray let your tongue lye still, all wil be well: Come hither George, hye to the Constable, And in calme order wish him to attach them, Make no great stirre, because they're gentlemen, And a thing partly done in meriment. Tis but a size aboue a iest thou knowst, Therefore pursue it mildly, goe be gone, The Constabl's hard by, bring him along, -make hast againe. O y'are a goodly patient Woodcocke, are you not now? See what your patiēce comes too: euery one sadles you, and rydes you, youle be shortly the common stone-horse of Myllan: a womans well holp't vp with such a meacocke, I had rather haue a husband that would swaddle me thrice a day, then such a one, that will be guld twice in halfe an hower, Oh I could burne all the wares in my shop for anger. Pray weare a peacefull temper, be my wife, That is, be patient: for a wife and husband Share but one soule between them: this being knowne, Why should not one soule then agree in one? Hang your agreements: But if my beaker be gone. Oh, heare they come. The Constable syr, let'em come along with me, because there should be no wondring, he staies at dore. Constable goodman Abram. Now Signior Candido, Sblood why doe you attach vs? Sheart! attach vs! Nay sweare not gallants, Your oathes may moue your soules, but not moue me, You haue a siluer beaker of my wiues. You say not true: tis gilt. Then you say true. And being gilt, the guilt lyes more on you. I hope y'are not angry syr. Then you hope right, for I am not angry. No, but a little mou'de. I mou'd! twas you were mou'd, you were brough hither. But you (out of your anger & impatience,) Caus'd vs to be attacht. Nay you misplace it. Out of my quiet sufferaence I did that, And not of any wrath, had I showne anger, I should haue then pursude you with the lawe, And hunted you to shame, as many worldlings Doe build their anger vpon feebler groundes, The mores the pitty, many loose their liues For scarce so much coyne as will hide their palme: Which is most cruell, those haue vexed spirits That pursue liues, in this opinion rest, The losse of Millions could not moue my brest. Thou art a blest man, and with peace dost deale, Such a meeke spirit can blesse a common weale. Gentlemen, now tis vpon eating time, Pray part not hence, but dyne with me to day. I neuer heard a carter yet say nay To such a motion. Ile not be the first. Nor I, Nor I, The constable shall beare you company, George call him in, let the world say what it can, Nothing can driue me from a patient man. A non forsooth. What are you playing the roague about?