1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 13 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
About you forsooth: I me drawing up a hole in your white silk stocking. Is my glass there? and my boxes of complexion? Yes forsooth: your boxes of complexion are here I think: yes 'tis here: her's your two complexions, and if I had all the four complexions. I should near set a good face upon't, some men I see are borne under hard-favoured planets as well as women: zounds I look worse now than I did before, & it makes her face glister most damnably, there's knavery in daubing I hold my life, or else this is only female Pomatum. Where's my ruff and poker you blockhead? Your ruff, your pocket, are engendering together upon the cupboard of the Court, or the Court-cup-bord. Fetch 'em: Is the pox in your hams, you can go no faster? Wood the pox were in your fingers, unless you could leave flinging; catch. I'll catch you, you dog by and by: do you grumble? Cupid is a God, as naked as my nail I'll whip him with a rod, if he my true love fail. there's your ruff, shall I poke it? Yes honest no stay: pry thee good boy, hold here, Down, down, down, down, I fall down and arise, down, I never shall arise. Troth M. then leave the trade if you shall never rise. What trade? goodman Abram. Why that, if down and arise or the falling trade. I'll fall with you by and by. If you do I know who shall smart for't: Troth Mistress, what do I look like now? Like as you are: a panderly Sixpenny Rascal. I may thank you for that: in faith I look like an old Proverb, Hold the Candle before the devil. Uds life, I'll stick my knife in your Guts and you prate to me so: What? Well met, pug, the pearl of beauty: umh, umh. How now sir knave, you forget your duty, umh, umh. Marry muff Sir, are you grown so dainty; fa, la, la, &c. Is it you Sir? the worst of twenty, fa la, la, leera la. Pox on you, how dost thou hold my glass? Why, as I hold your door: with my fingers. Nay pray thee sweet honey hold up handsomely We shall ha' guests today. I lay my little maidenhead, my nose itches so. I said so too last night, when our Fleas twinged me. So Poke my ruff now, my gown, my gown, have I my fall? where's my fall Roger? Your fall forsooth is behind. God's my pittikins, some fool or other knocks. Shall I open to the fool mistress? And all these babbles lying thus? away with it quickly, ay, ay, knock & be damned, whosoever you be. So: give the fresh Salmon line now: let him come ashore, he shall serve for my breakfast, though he go against my stomach. Morrow coz. How does my sweet acquaintance? Save thee little Marmoset: how dost thou good pretty rogue?
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About you forsooth: I me drawing vp a hole in your white silke stocking. Is my glasse there? and my boxes of complexion? Yes forsooth: your boxes of complexion are here I thinke: yes tis here: her's your twe complexions, and if I had all the foure complexions. I should nere set a good face vpont, some men I see are borne vnder hard-fauourd planets as well as women: zounds I looke worse now then I did before, & it makes her face glister most damnably, theres knauery in dawbing I hold my life, or else this is onely female Pomatum. Wheres my ruffe and poker you block-head? Your ruffe, your pocker, are ingendring together vpon the cup-bord of the Court, or the Court-cup-bord. Fetch e'm: Is the poxe in your hames, you can goe no faster? Wood the pox were in your fingers, vnlesse you could leaue flinging; catch. Ile catch you, you dog by and by: do you grumble? Cupid is a God, as naked as my naile Ile whip him with a rod, if he my true loue faile. Thers your ruffe, shall I poke it? Yes honest no stay: pry thee good boy, hold here, Downe, downe, downe, down, I fall downe and arise, downe, I neuer shall arise. Troth M. then leaue the trade if you shall neuer rise. What trade? good-man Abram. Why that, if down and arise or the falling trade. Ile fall with you by and by. If you doe I know who shall smart fort: Troth Mistris, what do I looke like now? Like as you are: a panderly Sixpenny Rascall. I may thanke you for that: infaith I looke like an old Prouerbe, Hold the Candle before the diuell. Vds life, Ile sticke my knife in your Guts and you prate to me so: What? Well met, pug, the pearle of beautie: vmh, vmh. How now sir knaue, you forget your dutie, vmh, vmh. Marry muffe Sir, are you growne so daintie; fa, la, la, &c. Is it you Sir? the worst of twentie, fa la, la, leera la. Pox on you, how doest thou hold my glasse? Why, as I hold your doore: with my ingers. Nay pray thee sweet hony hold vp handsomely We shall ha guests to day. I lay my little meadenhead, my nose itches so. I said so too last night, when our Fleas twing'd me. So Poke my ruffe now, my gowne, my gown, haue I my fall? Wher's my fall Roger? Your fall forsooth is behind. Gods my pittikins, some foole or other knocks. Shall I open to the foole mistresse? And all these bables lying thus? away with it quickly, I, I, knock & be dambde, whosoeuer you be. So: giue the fresh Salmon lyne now: let him come a shoare, hee shall serue for my breakefast, tho he goe against my stomack. Morrow coz. How does my sweete acquaintance? Saue thee little Marmoset: how doest thou good pretty roague?