1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 22 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Go fetch them presently. ay, do, make haste, sirrah. Why were you such a stranger all this while, being my wives Cousin? Stranger? no sir, I me a natural milliner borne. I perceive still it is your natural guise to mistake me, but you are welcome sir, I much wish your acquaintance. My acquaintance? I scorn that i'faith; I hope my acquaintance goes in chains of gold three and fifty times double: you know who I mean, Coz, the posts of his gate are a painting to. signor Pandulfo the Merchant desires conference with you. signor Pandulfo? I'll be with him straight. Attend your mistress and the Gentleman. When do you show those pieces? ay, when do you show those pieces? Presently sir, presently, we are but charging them. Come sirrah, you flatcap, where be these whites? flat-capped hark in your ear sir, you're a flat fool, an Ass, a gull, & I'll thrum you: do you see this cambric sir? 'sfoot Coz, a good jest, did you hear him? he told me in my ear, I was a flat fool, an Ass, a Gull, and I'll thrum you: do you see this cambric sir? What, not my men, I hope? No, not your men, but one of your men i'faith. I pray sir, come hither, what say you to this? here an excellent good one. I marry, this likes me well, cut me off some half score yards. Let your whores cut, you're an impudent cox comb, you get none, & yet I'll thrum you. A very good cambric sir. Again, again, as God judge me: 'sfoot, Coz, they stand thrumming here with me all day, & yet I get nothing. A word I pray sir, you must not be angry, prentices have hot bloods, young fellows,- What say you to this piece? look you, 'tis so delicate, so soft, so even, so fine a third, that a Lady may wear it. 'sfoot I think so, if a Knight marry my Punk, a Lady shall wear it: cut me off 20. yards: thouart an honest lad. Not without money, gull, & i'll thrum you to. Gull, we'll thrum you. O Lord, sister, did you not hear something cry thrum? zounds your men here make a plain ass of me. What, to my face so impudent? ay, in a cause so honest, we'll not suffer Our master's goods to vanish money less. You will not suffer them. No, and you may blush, In going about to vex so mild a breast, As is our masters. Take away those pieces. cousin, I give them freely. Mass, and I'll take 'em as freely. we'll make you lay 'em down again more freely. Help, help, my brother willbe murdered. How now, what coil is here? forbear, I say. He calls us Flatcaps, and abuses us. Why, sirs? do such examples flow from me? They are of your keeping sir, alas poor brother.
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Go fetch them presently. I, do, make haste, sirra. Why were you such a stranger all this while, being my wiues Cozen? Stranger? no sir, I me a naturall Millaner borne. I perceyue still it is your naturall guize to mistake me, but you are welcom sir, I much wish your acquaintāce. My acquaintance? I scorne that ifayth; I hope my acquaintance goes in chaines of gold three and fifty times double: you know who I meane, Coz, the posts of his gate are a paynting to. Signior Pandulfo the Marchāt desires conference with you. Signior Pandulfo? Ile be with him straight. Attend your mistris and the Gentleman. When do you shew those pieces? I, when doe you shew those pieces? Presently sir, presently, we are but charging thē. Come sirra, you Flat-cap, where be these whites? Flat-cap heark in your eare sir, yare a flat foole, an Asse, a gull, & Ile thrum you: do you see this cambrick sir? Sfoot Coz, a good iest, did you heare him? he told me in my eare, I was a flat foole, an Asse, a Gull, and Ile thrumb you: doe you see this Cambrick sir? What, not my men, I hope? No, not your men, but one of your men isayth. I pray sir, come hither, what say you to this? here an excellent good one. I marry, this likes me well, cut me off some halfe score yards. Let your whores cut, yare an impudent cox comb, you get none, & yet Ile thrum you.-A very good Cambrick sir. Agen, agen, as God iudge me: Sfoot, Coz, they stand thrūming here with me all day, & yet I get nothing. A word I pray sir, you must not be angry, prentices haue hote blouds, young fellowes,-What say you to this piece? looke you, tis so delicate, so soft, so euen, so fine a thrid, that a Lady may weare it. Sfoot I thinke so, if a Knight marry my Punck, a Lady shall weare it: cut me off 20. yards: th'art an honest lad. Not without mony, gull, & ile thrū you to. Gull, weele thrum you. O Lord, sister, did you not heare something cry thrum? zounds your men here make a plaine Asle of me. What, to my face so impudent? I, in a cause so honest, weele not suffer Our masters goods to vanish mony lesse. You will not suffer them. No, and you may blush, In going about to vex so mild a brest, As is our masters. Take away those pieces. Cozen, I giue them freely. Masse, and Ile take em as freely. Weele make you lay em down agen more freely. Help, help, my brother wilbe murdered. How now, what coyle is here? forbeare, I say. He cals vs Flatcaps, and abuses vs. Why, sirs? do such examples flow from me? They are of your keeping sir, alas poore brother.