1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 16 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Great pity that she's a good wench: Thou shalt ha' i'faith mistress: how now signiors? what? whispering? did not I lay a wager I should take you within seven days in a house of vanity. You did, and I beshrew your heart, you have won. How do you like my mistress? Well, for such a mistress: better, if your mistress be not you master. I must break manners gentlemen, fare you well. 'sfoot you shall not leave us. The gentleman likes not the taste of our company, Beseech you stay. Trust me my affairs beckon for me, pardon me. Will you call for me half an hour hence here? Perhaps I shall. Perhaps? fah! I know you can swear to me you will, Since you will press me on my word, I will. What sullen picture is this servant? Its Count Hipolito, the brave Count. As gallant a spirit, as any in Milan you sweet Jew, Oh he's a most essential gentleman, coz. Did you never hear of Count Hippolito's acquaintance? Marymuff a your counts, & be no more life in'em. he's so malcontent! sirrah Bellafronte, & you be honest gallants, let's sup together, and have the count with us: thou shalt sit at the upper end punk. Punk, you soused gurnet? king's truce: come, i'll bestow the supper to have him but laugh. He betrays his youth too grossly to that tyrant melancholy. All this is for a woman. A woman! some whore! what sweet jewel is't? Would she heard you. Troth so would I. And I by heaven. Nay good servant, what woman? Pah. Pry thee tell me, abusse and tell me: I warrant he's an honest fellow, if he take on thus for a wench: good rogue who: Byth' Lord I will not, must not faith mistress: is't a match sirs? his night, at Th'antelope: ay, for there's best wine, and good boys. It's done at Th'antelope. I cannot be there tonight. Cannot? byth' lord you shall. By the Lady I will not: shall! Why then put it off till Friday: wilt come then cuz? Well. You're the waspishest Ape. Roger, put your mistress in mind to sup with us on friday next: you're best come like a madwoman without a band in your waistcoat, & the linings of your kirtle outward, like every common hackney that steals out at the back gate of her sweet knights lodging Go, go, hang yourself. Its dinner time Matheo, shall's hence? Yes, yes, farewell wench. Farewell boys: Roger what wine sent they for? Bastard wine, for if it had been truly begotten, it would not ha' been ashamed to come in, her's vi. s. to pay for nursing the bastard. A company of rooks! O good sweet Roger, run to the Poulters and buy me some fine Larks. No woodcocks? Yes faith a couple, if they be not dear. I'll buy but one, there's one already here.
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Great pitty that shees a good wench: Thou shalt ha ifaith mistresse: how now signiors? what? whispering? did not I lay a wager I should take you within seuen daies in a house of vanity. You did, and I beshrew your heart, you haue won. How do you like my mistresse? Well, for such a mistresse: better, if your mistresse be not you master. I must breake manners gentlemen, fare you well. Sfoote you shall not leaue vs. The gentleman likes not the tast of our company, Beseech you stay. Trust me my affaires becken for me, pardon me. Will you call for me halfe an houre hence here? Perhaps I shall. Perhaps? fah! I know you can sweare to me you wil, Since you will presse me on my word, I will. What sullen picture is this seruant? Its Count Hipolito, the braue Count. As gallant a spirit, as any in Millan you sweete Iewe, Oh hees a most essentiall gentleman, coz. Did you neuer heare of Count Hipolitos acquaintance? Marymuffe a your counts, & be no more life in'em. Hees so malcontent! sirra Bellafronta, & you be honest gallants, lets sup together, and haue the count with vs: thou shalt sit at the vpper end puncke. Puncke, you sowcde gurnet? Kings truce: come, ile bestow the supper to haue him but laugh. He betraies his youth too grosly to that tyrant malancholy. All this is for a woman. A woman! some whore! what sweet Iewell ist? Wod she heard you. Troth so wud I. And I by heauen. Nay good seruant, what woman? Pah. Pry thee tell me, abusse and tell me: I warrant hees an honest fellowe, if hee take on thus for a wech: good roague who: Byth Lord I will not, must not faith mistresse: ist a match sirs? his night, at Th'antilop: I, for thers best wine, and good boyes. Its done at Th'antilop. I cannot be there to night. Cannot? bith lord you shall. By the Lady I will not: shaall! Why then put it off till fryday: wut come then cuz? Well. Y'are the waspishest Ape. Roger, put your mistresse in mind to sup with vs on friday next: y'are best come like a madwoman without a band in your wastcoate, & the lynings of your kirtle outward, like euery common hackney that steales out at the back gate of her sweet knights lodging Goe, goe, hang your selfe. Its dinner time Matheo, shalls hence? Yes, yes, farewell wench. Farewell boyes: Roger what wine sent they for? Bastard wine, for if it had bin truly begotten, it wud not ha bin ashamde to come in, her's vi. s. to pay for nursing the bastard. A company of rookes! O good sweete Roger, run to the Poulters and buy me some fine Larkes. No woodcocks? Yes faith a couple, if they be not deare. Ile buy but one, theres one already here.