1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 24 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
O no, break open chest! that's a thieves office: Therein you counsel me against my blood: 'Twould show impatience that, any meek means I would be glad to embrace. Mass I have got it: Go, step up, fetch me down one of the Carpets, The saddest coloured Carpet, honest George, Cut thou a hole i'th' middle for my neck, Two for mine arms, nay prithee look not strange. I hope you do not think sir, as you mean. Prithee about it quickly, the hour chides me: Warily George, softly, take heed of eyes, Out of two evils he's accounted wise, That can pick out the least; the Fine imposed For an ungowned Senator, is about Forty crusadoes, the Carpet not 'bove four. Thus have I chosen the lesser evil yet, Preserved my patience, foiled her desperate wit. Here, sir, here's the Carpet. O well done, George, we'll cut it just i'th' midst: 'tis very well I thank thee, help it on. It must come over your head, sir, like a wench's petticoat. thouart in the right, good George, it must indeed. Fetch me a nightcap: for I'll gird it close, As if my health were queasy: 'twill show well For a rude careless nightgown, will't not thinkst? Indifferent well, sir, for a nightgown, being girt & pleated. ay, and a nightcap on my head. That's true sir, I'll run & fetch one, & a staff. For thus they cannot choose but construe it, One that is out of health, takes no delight, Wears his apparel without appetite, And puts on heedless raiment without form. So so, kind George, be secret now: & prithee do not laugh at me till I me out of sight. I laugh? not I sir. Now to the Senate-house: Methinks, I'd rather wear, without a frown, A patient Carpet, than an angry Gown. Now looks my M. just like one of our carpet knights, only he's somewhat the honester of the two. What, is your master gone? Yes forsooth, his back is but new turned. And in his cloak? did he not vex and swear? No, but he'll make you swear anon: no indeed, he went away like a lamb. Key sink to hell: still patient, patient still! I am with child to vex him: prithee George, If ere thou look'st for favour at my hands, Uphold one jest for me. Against my master? 'tis a mere jest in faith: say, wilt thou do't? Well, what is't? Here, take this key, thou know'st where all things lie, Put on thy master's best apparel, Gown, Chain, Cap, Ruff, every thing, be like himself, And 'gainst his coming home, walk in the shop, Fain the same carriage, and his patient look, 'Twill breed but a jest thou know'st, speak, wilt thou? 'Twill wrong my master's patience. Prithee George. Well, if you'll save me harmless, and put me under covert barn, I am content to please you provided it may breed no wrong against him. No wrong at all: here take the Key, be gone: If any vex him, this: if not this, none
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O no, breake open chest! thats a Theeues office: Therein you counsell me against my bloud: 'Twould shew impatience that, any meeke meanes I would be glad to imbrace. Masse I haue got it: Go, step vp, fetch me downe one of the Carpets, The saddest colourd Carpet, honest George, Cut thou a hole ith middle for my necke, Two for mine armes, nay prithee looke not strange. I hope you doe not thinke sir, as you meane. Prithee about it quickly, the houre chides me: Warily George, softly, take heed of eyes, Out of two euils hee's accounted wise, That can picke out the least; the Fine imposde For an vn-gowned Senator, is about Forty Cruzadoes, the Carpet not'boue foure. Thus haue I chosen the lesser euill yet, Preseru'd my patience, foyld her desperate wit. Here, sir, heer's the Carpet. O well done, George, weele cut it iust ith midst: Tis very well I thanke thee, helpe it on. It must come ouer your head, sir, like a wenches peticoate. Th'art in the right, good George, it must indeed. Fetch me a nightcap: for Ile gyrd it close, As if my health were queazy: 'twill show well For a rude carelesse night-gowne, wil't not thinkst? Indifferent wel, sir, for a night-gowne, being girt & pleated. I, and a night-cap on my head. Thats true sir, Ile run & fetch one, & a staffe. For thus they cannot chuse but conster it, One that is out of health, takes no delight, Weares his apparell without appetite, And puts on heedles rayment without forme. So so, kind George, be secret now: & prithee do not laugh at me till I me out of sight. I laugh? not I sir. Now to the Senate-house: Methinks, Ide rather weare, without a frowne, A patient Carpet, then an angry Gowne. Now looks my M. iust like one of our carpet knights, only hee's somwhat the honester of the two. What, is your master gone? Yes forsooth, his backe is but new turnd. And in his cloke? did he not vexe and sweare? No, but heele make you sweare anon: no indeed, hee went away like a lambe. Key sinke to hell: still patient, patient still! I am with child to vexe him: prythee George, If ere thou lookst for fauour at my hands, Vphold one Iest for me. Against my master? Tis a meere iestin fayth: say, wilt thou doo't? Well, what ist? Heere, take this key, thou knowst where all things lie, Put on thy masters best apparell, Gowne, Chayne, Cap, Ruffe, euery thing, be like himselfe, And 'gainst his comming home, walke in the shop, Fayne the same cariage, and his patient looke, 'Twill breed but a iest thou knowst, speake, wilt thou? 'Twill wrong my masters patience. Prythee George. Well, if youle saue me harmlesse, and put me vnder couert barne, I am content to please you prouided it may breed no wrong against him. No wrong at all: here take the Key, be gone: If any vex him, this: if not this, none