1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 15 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.73 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
signor Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I may say. And how fares my little pretty Mistress? e'en as my little pretty servant; sees three court dishes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now? why the devil standst thou so? Art in a trance? Yes forsooth. Why dost not fill out their wine? Forsooth 'tis filled out already: all the wine that the signor has bestowed upon you is cast away, a Porter ran a little at me, and so faced me down that I had not a drop. I'm a cursed to let such a withered Artichoke-faced Artichocke-faced Rascall under my nose: now you look like an old he cat, going to the gallows: I'll be hanged if he ha' not put up the money to coney-catch us all. No truly forsooth, 'tis not put up yet. How many Gentlemen hast thou served thus? None but five hundred, besides prentices and servingmen. Dost think I'll pocket it up at thy hands? Yes forsooth, I fear you will pocket it up. Fie, fie, cut my lace good servant, I shall ha' the mother presently I'm so vexed at this horse-plum. Plague, not for a scald pottle of wine. Nay, sweet Bellafronte, for a little Pigs wash. Here Roger, fetch more, a mischance. I'faith Acquaintance. Out of my sight, thou ungodly puritanical creature. For the other pottle? yes forsooth. Spill that too: what Gentleman is that servant? your Friend? God's so a stool, a stool, if you love me Mistress entertain this Gentleman respectively, & bid him welcome. he's very welcome, pray Sir sit. Thanks Lady. Count Hypolito, is't not? cry you mercy signor, you walk here all this while, and we not heard you? let me bestow a stool upon you beseech you, you are a stranger here, we know the fashions ath house. Please you be here my Lord. No good Castruchio. You have abandoned the Court I see my lord since the death of your mistress, well she was a delicate piece— beseech you sweet, come let us serve under the colours of your acquaintance still: for all that, please you to meet here at my lodging of my cuz, I shall bestow a banquet upon you. I never can deserve this kindness sir. What may this Lady be, whom you call cuz? Faith sir a poor gentlewoman, of passing good carriage, one that has some suits in law, and lies here in an attorneys house. Is she married? Hah, as all your punks are, a captain's wife, or so? never saw her before, my Lord. Never trust me a goodly creature. By gad when you know her as we do, you'll swear she is the prettiest, kindest, sweetest, most bewitching honest ape under the pole. A skin, your satin is not more soft, nor lawn whiter. Belike then she's some sale courtesan. Troth as all your best faces are, a good wench.
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Signior Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I may say. And how fares my little prettie Mistris? Eene as my little pretie seruant; sees three court dishes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now? why the diuell standst thou so? Art in a trance? Yes forsooth. VVhy dost not fil out their wine? Forsooth tis fild out already: all the wine that the signior has bestowde vpon you is cast away, a Porter ranne a litle at me, and so fac'st me downe that I had not a drop. me a curst to let such a withered Artichocke faced-Rascall gow vnder my nose: now you looke like an old e ca, going to the gallowes: Ile be hangde if he ha not put vp the mony to cony-catch vs all. No truel forsooth, tis not put vp yet. How many Gentlemen hast thou serued thus? None but fiue hundred, besides prentices and seruingmen. Doest thinke e pocket it vp at thy hands? Yes forsooth, I feare you will pocket it vp. Fye, fye, cut my lace good seruant, I shall ha the mother presently Ime so vext at this horse-plmme. Plague, not for a scald pottle of wine. Nay, sweete Bellafronte, for a little Pigs wash. Here Roger, fetch more, a mischance. Yfaith Acquantance. Out of my sight, thou vngodly puritanical creature. For the tother pottle? yes forsooth. Spill that too: what Gentleman is that seruant? your Friend? Gods so a stoole▪ a stoole, if you loue me Mistris entertaine this Gentleman respectiuely, & bid him welcome. Hees very welcome, pray Sir sit. Thankes Lady. Count Hypolito, ist not? cry you mercie signior, you walke here all this while, and we not heard you? let me bestow a stoole vpō you beseech you, you are a stranger here, we know the fashions ath house. Please you be heere my Lord. No good Castruchio. You haue abandoned the Court I see my lord since the death of your mistresse, well she was a delicate piece-beseech you sweete, come let vs serue vnder the cullors of your acquaintance stil: for all that, please you to meete here at my lodging of my cuz, I shall bestow a banquet vpon you. I neuer can deserue this kindnesse syr. What may this Lady be, whom you call cuz? Faith syr a poore gentlewoman, of passing good cariage, one that has some sutes in law, and lyes here in an Atturnies house. Is she married? Hah, as all your punks are, a captens wife, or so? neuer saw her before, my Lord. Neuer trust me a goodly creature. By gad when you know her as we do, youle swear she is the prettiest, kindest, sweetest, most bewitching honest ape vnder the pole. A skin, your satten is not more soft, nor lawne whiter. Belike then shees some sale curtizan. Troth as all your best faces are, a good wench.