1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 14 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Well, Godamercy good pretty rascal. Roger some light I pry thee. You shall signor, for we that live here in this vale of misery, are as dark as hell. Good Tobacco, Fluello? Smell? It may be tickling gear: for it plays with my nose already. Her's another light Angel, signor. What? yond pied curtal, what's that you are neighing? I say God send us the light of heaven, or some more Angels. Go fetch some wine, and drink half of it. I must fetch some wine gentlemen and drink halfe of it. Here Roger. No let me send pry thee. Hold you canker worm. You shall send both, if you please Signiors. Stay, what's best to drink a mornings? hippocras sir, for my mistress, if I fetch it, is most dear to her. hippocras! there then, her's a teston for you, you snake Right sir, her's iii.s vi.d for a pottle & a manchet- Her's most herculaniam Tobacco, ha some acquaintance? Fah, not I, makes your breath stink, like the piss of a Fox. Acquaintance, where supped you last night? At a place sweet acquaintance where your health danced the Canaries i'faith: you should ha' been there. I there among your Punks, marry fah, hang 'em: scorn't: will you never leave sucking of eggs in other folks hens nests. Why in good troth, if you'll trust me acquaintance, there was not one hen at the board, ask Fluello. No faith Coz; none but Cocks, signor Malavella drunk to thee. O, a pure beagle; that horseleech there? And the knight, S. Oliver Lollilo, swore he would bestow a taffeta petticoat on thee, but to break his fast with thee. With me! I'll choke him then, hang him Mole-catcher, it's the dreamingst snotty-nose. Well, many took that Lollio for a fool, but he's a subtle fool. ay, and he has fellows: of all filthy dry-fisted knights, I cannot abide that he should touch me. Why wench, is he scabbed? Hang him, he'll not live to be so honest, nor to the credit to have scabs about him, his betters have 'em: but I hate to wear out any of his course knighthood, because he's made like an Alderman's nightgown, faced all with coney before, and within nothing but Fox: this sweet Oliver, will eat Mutton till he be ready to burst, but the lean jawedslave will not pay for the scraping of his trencher. Plague him, set him beneath the salt, and let him not touch a bit, till every one has had his full cut. Lord Ello, the gentleman-usher came into us too, marry 'twas in our cheese, for he had been to borrow money for his Lord, of a Citizen. What an ass is that Lord, to borrow money of a Citizen. Nay, God's my pity, what an ass is that Citizen to lend money of a Lord. Save you Gallants, signor Fluello, exceedingly well met, as I may say.
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Well, Godamercy good pretty rascall. Roger some light I pry thee. You shall Signior, for we that liue here in this vale of misery, are as darke as hell. Good Tabacco, Fluello? Smell? It may be tickling geere: for it plaies with my nose already. Her's another light Angell, Signior. What? yon pyed curtal, whats that you are neighig? I say God send vs the light of heauen, or some more Angels. Goe fetch some wyne, and drinke halfe of it. I must fetch some wyne gentlemen and drinke halfe of it. Here Roger▪ No let me send pry thee. Hold you canker worme. You shall send both, if you please Signiors. Stay, whats best to drinke a mornings? Hypocras sir, for my mistres, if I fetch it, is most deare to her. Hypocras! ther then, her's a teston for you, you snake Right syr, her's iij.s.vi.d. for a pottle & a manchet- Her's most herculaniā Tobacco, ha some acquaintāce? Fah, not I, makes your breath stinke, like the pisse of a Foxe. Acquaintance, where supt you last night? At a place sweete acquaintance where your health danc'de the Canaries y'faith: you should ha ben there. I there among your Punkes, marry fah, hang-em: scorn't: will you neuer leaue sucking of egs in other folkes hens neasts. Why in good troth, if youle trust me acquaintance, there was not one hen at the board, aske Fluello. No faith Coz; none but Cocks, signior Malauella drunke to thee. O, a pure beagle; that horse-leach there? And the knight, S. Oliuer Lollilo, swore he wold bestow a taffata petticoate on thee, but to breake his fast with thee. With me! Ile choake him then, hang him Mole-catcher, its the dreamingst snotty-nose. Well, many tooke that Lollio for a foole, but he's a subtile foole. I, and he has fellowes: of all filthy dry-fisted knights, I cannot abide that he should touch me. Why wench, is he scabbed? Hang him, heele not liue to bee so honest, nor to the credite to haue scabbes about him, his betters haue em: but I hate to weare out any of his course knight-hood, because hee's made like an Aldermans night-gowne, facst all with conny before, and within nothing but Foxe: this sweete Oliuer, will eate Mutton till he be ready to burst, but the leane iawde-slaue wil not pay for the scraping of his trēcher. Plague him, set him beneath the sault, and let him not touch a bit, till euery one has had his full cut. Lord Ello, the Gentleman-Vsher came into vs too, marry twas in our cheese, for he had beene to borrow mony for his Lord, of a Citizen. VVhat an asse is that Lord, to borrow money of a Citizen. Nay, Gods my pitty, what an asse is that Citizen to lend mony of a Lord. Saue you Gallants, signior Fluello, exceedingly well met, as I may say.