1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 32 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Look you signor, 'tis not your gold that we way. Nay, nay, way it and spare not, if it lack one grain of corn; I'll give you a bushel of wheat to make it up. But by your favour signor, which of the servants is it, because we'll punish justly. Mary 'tis the head man; you shall razed him by his tongue a pretty tall prating fellow, with a Tuscalonian beard. Tuscalonian: very good. cod's life I was near so thrummed since I was a gentleman: my coxcomb was dry beaten as if my hair had been hemp. We'll dry beat some of them. Nay it grew so high, that my sister cried murder out very manfully: I have her consent in a manner to have him peppered, else i'll not do't to win more than ten cheaters do at a rifling: break but his pate or so, only his mazer, because i'll have his head in a cloth as well as mine, he's a linen draper and may take enough. I could enter mine action of battery against him, but we may haps be both dead and rotten before the lawyers would end it. No more to do, but ensconce yourself i'th' tavern; provide no great cheat, couple of Capons, some Pheasants, Plovers, an Oringeado-pie or so: but how bloody soe'er the day be, sally you not forth. No, no, nay if I stir, somebody shall stink: i'll not budge: i'll lie like a dog in a manger. Well, well, to the tavern, let not our supper be raw, for you shall have blood enough-your belly full. That's all so god same, I thirst after, blood for blood, bump for bump, nose for nose, head for head, plaster for plaster, and so farewell: what shall I call your names because i'll leave word, if any such come to the bar. My name is Corporal Crambo. and mine, Lieutenant Poh. Poli. Is as tall a man as ever opened Oyster: I would not be the devil to meet Poh, farewell. Nor I by this light, if Poh be such a Poh. What's o'clock now. 'tis almost 12. That's well. The Senate will leave wording presently: But is George ready, Yes forsooth, he's surbusht. Now as you ever hope to win my favour, Throw both your duties and respects on him, With the like awe as if he were your master, Let not your looks betray it with a smile, Or jeering glance to any customer, Keep a true Settled countenance, and beware, You laugh not whatsoever you hear or see. I warrant you mistress, let us alone for keeping our countenance: for if I list, there's never a fool in all Milan shall make me laugh, let him play the fool never so like an Ass, whether it be the fat Court fool, or the lean City fool. enough then, call down George.
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Looke you Signior, tis not your golde that we way. Nay, nay, way it and spare not, if it lacke one graine of corne; Ile giue you a bushell of wheate to make it vp. But by your fauour Signior, which of the seruants is it, because wele punish iustly. Mary tis the head man; you shall rast him by his tongue a pretty tall prating felow, with a Tuscalonian beard. Tuscalonian: very good. Cods life I was neere so thrumbd since I was a gentleman: my coxcombe was dry beaten as if my haire had beene hemp. Wele dry beate some of them. Nay it grew so high, that my sister cryed murder out very manfully: I haue her consent in a manner to haue him pepperd, els ile not doot to win more then ten cheaters do at a rifling: breake but his pate or so, onely his mazer, because ile haue his head in a cloath aswell as mine, hees a linnen draper and may take enough. I could enter mine action of battery against him, but we may haps be both dead and rotten before the lawyers would end it. No more to doe, but insconce your selfe i'th taueren; prouide no great cheate, couple of Capons, some Phesants, Plouers, an Oringeado-pie or so: but how bloudy so ere the day be, sally you not forth. No, no, nay if I stir, some body shal stinke: ile not budge: ile lie like a dog in a manger. Well, well, to the tauerne, let not our supper be raw, for you shall haue blood enough-your belly full. Thats all so god same, I thirst after, bloud for bloud, bump for bump, nose for nose, head for head, plaster for plaster, and so farewell: what shall I call your names because ile leaue word, if any such come to the barre. My name is Corporall Crambo. and mine, Lieutenant Poh. Poli. Is as tall a man as euer opened Oyster: I would not be the diuell to meete Poh, farewell. Nor I by this light, if Poh be such a Poh. Whats a clocke now. Tis almost 12. Thats well. The Senate will leaue wording presently: But is George ready, Yes forsooth, hees surbusht. Now as you euer hope to win my fauour, Throw both your duties and respects on him, With the like awe as if he were your maister, Let not your lookes betray it with a smile, Or ieering glaunce to any customer, Keepe a true Setled countenance, and beware, You laugh not whatsoeuer you heare or see. I warrant you mistris, let vs alone for keeping our countenance: for if I list, theres neuer a foole in all Myllan shal make me laugh, let him play the foole neuer so like an Asse, whether it be the fat Court foole, or the leane Cittie foole. enough then, call downe George.