1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 21 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I ha' sworn I'll ha''t, and I hope you will not let my oaths be cracked in the ring, will you? I hope, sir, you are not melancholy at this for all your great looks: are you angry? Angry? not I sir, nay, if she can part So easily with her Ring, 'tis with my heart. Suffer this, sir, & suffer all, a whoreson Gull, to—, Peace, George, when she has reaped what I have sown, she'll say, one grain tastes better of her own, Then whole sheaves gathered from another's land: Wit's never good, till bought at a dear hand. But in the mean time she makes an Ass of somebody. See, see, see, sir, as you turn your back, they do nothing but kiss. No matter, let 'em: when I touch her lip, I shall not feel his kisses, no nor miss Any of her lip: no harm in kissing is. Look to your business, pray, make up your wares. Troth Coz, and well remembered, I would thou wouldst give me five yards of Lawn, to make my Punk some falling bands a the fashion, three falling one upon another: for that's the new edition now: she's out of linen horribly too, troth, she's never a good smock to her back neither, but one that has a great many patches in't, & that I'm feign to wear myself for want of shift to: prithee put me into wholesome nappery, & bestow some clean commodities upon us. Reach me those cambrics, & the Lawns hither. What to do wife? to lavish out my goods upon a fool? Fool! Sneales eat the fool, or I'll so batter your crown, that it shall scarce go for five shillings. Do you hear sir? you're best be quiet, & say a fool tells you so. Nails, I think so, for thou tell'st me. Are you angry sir, because I named the fool? Trust me, you are not wife, in mine own house; And to my face to play the Antic thus: If you'll needs play the madman, choose a stage Of lesser compass, where few eyes may note Your actions error; but if still you miss, As here you do, for one clap, ten will hiss. Zounds cousin, he talks to me, as if I were a scurvy Tragedian. Sirrah George, I ha' thought upon a device, how to break his pate, beat him soundly, and ship him away. Do't. I'll go in, pass thorough the house, give some of our fellow Prentices the watchword when they shall enter, then come & fetch my master in by a wile, and place one in the hall to hold him in conference, whilst we cudgel the Gull out of his coxcomb. Do't: away, do't. Must I call twice for these cambrics & lawns? Nay see, you anger her, George, prithee dispatch. Two of the choicest pieces are in the warehouse sir.
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I ha sworne Ile ha't, and I hope you wil not let my othes be cracktin the ring, wil you? I hope, sir, you are not mallicolly at this for all your great lookes: are you angry? Angry? not I sir, nay, if she can part So easily with her Ring, tis with my heart. Suffer this, sir, & suffer all, a whoreson Gull, to—, Peace, George, whē she has reapt what I haue sown, Sheele say, one grayne tastes better of her owne, Then whole sheaues gatherd from anothers land: Wit's neuer good, till bought at a deare hand. But in the meane time she makes an Asse of some body. See, see, see, sir, as you turne your backe, they doe nothing but kisse. No matter, let 'em: when I touch her lip, I shall not feele his kisses, no nor misse Any of her lip: no harme in kissing is. Looke to your businesse, pray, make vp your wares. Troth Coz, and well remembred, I would thou wouldst giue mee fiue yards of Lawne, to make my Punke some falling bands a the fashiō, three falling one vpon another: for that's the new editiō now: she's out of linnen horribly too, troth, sha's neuer a good smock to her back neyther, but one that has a great many patches in't, & that I'm faine to weare my selfe for want of shift to: prithee put me into holesom napery, & bestow some cleane commodities vpō vs. Reach me those Cambricks, & the Lawnes hither. What to doe wife? to lauish out my goods vpon a foole? Foole! Sneales eate the foole, or Ile so batter your crowne, that it shall scarce go for fiue shillings. Do you heare sir? y'are best be quiet, & say a foole tels you so. Nailes, I think so, for thou telst me. Are you angry sir, because I namde the foole? Trust me, you are not wife, in mine owne house; And to my face to play the Anticke thus: If youle needs play the madman, choose a stage Of lesser compasse, where few eyes may note Your actions errour; but if still you misse, As heere you doe, for one clap, ten will hisse. Zwounds Cozen, he talks to me, as if I were a scuruy Tragedian. Sirra George, I ha thought vpon a deuice, how to breake his pate, beat him soundly, and ship him away. Doo't. Ile go in, passe thorow the house, giue some of our fellow Prentices the watch-word when they shal enter, then come & fetch my master in by a wile, and place one in the hall to hold him in conference, whilst we cudgell the Gull out of his coxcombe. Doo't: away, doo't. Must I call twice for these Cambricks & lawnes? Nay see, you anger her, George, prithee dispatch. Two of the choisest pieces are in the warehouse sir.