1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 33 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I hear him coming. Be ready with your legs then let me see, How curtsy would become him: gallantly! Beshrew my blood a proper seemly man, Of a choice carriage walks with a good port, I thank you mistress, my back's broad enough, now my masters gown's on. Sure I should think it were the least of sin, To mistake the master, and to let him in. 'twere a good Comedy of errors that i'faith. whist, whist, my master. You all know your tasks: gods my life, what's that he has got upon's back? who can tell? That can I, but I will not. Girt about him like a madman: what: has he lost his cloak too: this is the maddest fashion that ere I saw. What said he George when he paced by thee? Troth Mistress nothing: not so much as a Bee, he did not hum: not so much as a bawd he did not hem: not so much as a cuckold he did not ha': neither hum, hem, nor ha, only stared me in the face, passed along, and made haste in, as if my looks had worked with him, to give him a stool. Sure he's vexed now, this trick has moved his Spleen, he's angered now, because he uttered nothing: And wordless wrath breaks out more violent, May be he'll strive for place, when he comes down, But if thou lov'st me George, afford him none. Nay let me alone to play my masters prize, as long as my Mistress warrants me: I'm sure I have his best clothes on, and I scorn to give place to any that is inferior in apparel to me, that's an Axiom, a principle, & is observed as much as the fashion; let that persuade you then, that lie shoulder with him for the upper hand in the shop, as long as this chain will maintain it. Spoke with the spirit of a Master, though with the tongue of a Prentice. Why how now madman? what in your tricksicoates! O peace good Mistress: See what you lack, what is't you buy? pure Calicoes, fine Hollands, choice cambrics, neat Lawns: see what you buy? pray come near, my Master will use you well, he can afford you a pennyworth. I that he can, out of a whole piece of Lawn i'faith. Pray see your choice here Gentlemen. O fine fool? what a madman? a patient madman? whoever heard of the like? well sir I'll fit you and your humour presently: what? cross-points, I'll untie 'em all in a trice, I'll vex you faith: Boy take your cloak, quick, come. Be covered George, this chain, and welted gown, Bore to this coat: then the world's upside down. umh, umh, hum. That's the shop, and there's the fellow. ay but the Master is walking in there. No matter, we'll in.
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I heare him comming. Be redy with your legs then let me see, How curtzy would become him: gallantly! Beshrew my bloud a proper seemely man, Of a choice carriage walkes with a good port, I thanke you mistris, my back's broad enough, now my Maisters gown's on. Sure I should thinke it were the least of sin, To mistake the maister, and to let him in. Twere a good Comedy of errors that yfaith. whist, whist, my maister. You all know your taskes: gods my life, whats that hee has got vpon's backe? who can tell? That can I, but I will not. Girt about him like a mad-man: what: has he lost his cloake too: this is the maddest fashion that ere I saw. What said he George when he pasde by thee? Troth Mistris nothing: not so much as a Bee, he did not hum: not so much as a bawd he did not hem: not so much as a Cuekold he did not ha: neither hum, hem, nor ha, onely starde me in the face, past along, and made hast in, as if my lookes had workt with him, to giue him a stoole. Sure hees vext now, this trick has mou'd his Spleene, Hees angred now, because he vttred nothing: And wordlesse wrath breakes out more violent, May be heele striue for place, when he comes downe, But if thou lou'st me George, affoord him none. Nay let me alone to play my maisters prize, as long as my Mistrisse warrants me: Ime sure I haue his best clothes on, and I scorne to giue place to any that is inferiour in apparell to me, thats an Axiom, a principle, & is obseru'd as much as the fashion; let that perswade you then, that lie shoulder with him for the vpper hand in the shop, as long as this chaine will mainteine it. Spoke with the spirit of a Maister, tho with the tongue of a Prentise. Why how now mad-man? what in your tricksicoates! O peace good Mistrisse: See what you lack, what ist you buy? pure Callicoes, fine Hollands, choise Cambrickes, neate Lawnes: see what you buy? pray come neere, my Maister will vse you well, hee can affoord you a pennyworth. I that he can, out of a whole peece of Lawne yfaith. Pray see your choise here Gentlemen. O fine foole? what a mad-man? a patient mad-man? who euer heard of the like? well sir Ile fit you and your humour presently: what? crosse-points, Ile vntie em all in a trice, Ile vex you faith: Boy take your cloake, quick, come. Be couered George, this chaine, and welted gowne, Bare to this coate: then the worlds vpside downe▪ Vmh, vmh, hum. Thats the shop, and theres the fellow. I but the Maister is walking in there. No matter, weele in.