1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 34 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.77 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
'sblood dost long to lie in Limbo? And Limbo be in hell, I care not. Look you Gentlemen, your choice: cambrics? No sir, some shirting. You shall. Have you none of this striped Canvas for doublets. None striped sir, but plain. I think there be one piece striped within. Step sirrah and fetch it, hum, hum hum. Look you Gentlemen, I'll make but one spreading, here's a piece of cloth, fine, yet shall wear like Iron, 'tis without fault, take this upon my word, 'tis without fault. Then 'tis better than you sirrah. ay, and a number more, o that each soul Were but as spotless as this Innocent white, And had as few brakes in it. 'twould have some then: there was a fray here last day in this shop. There was indeed a little flea-biting. A Gentleman had his pate broke, call you that but a flea-biting. He had so. zounds do you stand in't? 'sfoot clubs, clubs, prentices, down with 'em, ah you rogues, strike a Citizen in's shop. None of you stir I pray, forbear good George. I beseech you sir, we mistook our marks, delivers us our weapons. Your head bleeds sir, cry clubs. I say you shall not, pray be patient, Give them their weapons, sirs you're best be gone, I tell you here are boys more tough than Bears: Hence, lest more fists do walk about your ears. We thank you sir. You shall not follow them. Let them alone pray, this did me no harm, Troth I was cold, and the blow made me warm, I thank 'em for't: beside I had decreed To have a vain pricked, I did mean to bleed, So that there's money saved: they are honest men, Pray use 'em well, when they appear again. Yes sir, we'll use 'em like honest men. I well said George, like honest men, though they be arrant knaves, for that's the praise of the city; help to lay up these wares Yonder he stands. What in a Prentice-coat? ay, ay, mad, mad, pray take heed. How now? what news with them? what make they with my wife? officers is she attached? look to your wares. He talks to himself, oh he's much gone indeed. Pray pluck up a good heart, be not so fearful, Sirs hark, we'll gather to him by degrees. ay, ay, by degrees I pray: oh me! what makes he with the Lawn in his hand, he'll tear all the ware in my shop. Fear not we'll catch him on a sudden. O you had needs do so, pray take heed of your warrant I warrant mistress.— Now signor Candido? Now sir, what news with you sir? What news with you he says: oh he's far gone. I pray fear nothing, let's alone with him, signor, you look not like yourself methinks, (Steal you a other side) you're changed, you're altered.
nodes 1531–1583 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 48 in this edition
Length
484 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sbloud doest long to lye in Limbo? And Limbo be in hell, I care not. Looke you Gentlemen, your choise: Cambricks? No sir, some shirting. You shall. Haue you none of this strip'd Canuas for doublets. None strip'd sir, but plaine. I thinke there be one peece strip'd within. Step sirra and fetch it, hum, hum hum. Looke you Gentlemen, Ile make but one spredding, heres a peece of cloth, fine, yet shall weare like Yron, tis without fault, take this vpon my word, tis without fault. Then tis better than you sirra. I, and a number more, ô that each soule Were but as spotlesse as this Innocent white, And had as few brakes in it. Twould haue some then: there was a fray here last day in this shop. There was indeed a little flea-biting. A Gentleman had his pate broake, call you that but a flea-biting. He had so. Zownes doe you stand in't? Sfoot clubs, clubs, prentices, downe with em, ah you roagues, strike a Citizen in's shop. None of you stir I pray, forbeare good George. I beseech you sir, we mistooke our markes, delier vs our weapons. Your head bleeds sir, cry clubs. I say you shall not, pray be patient, Giue them their weapons, sirs you're best be gone, I tell you here are boyes more tough then Beares: Hence, least more fists do walke about your eares. We thanke you sir. You shall not follow them. Let them alone pray, this did me no harme, Troth I was cold, and the blow made me warme, I thanke em for't: besides I had decreed To haue a vaine prickt, I did meane to bleede, So that theres mony sau'd: they are honest men, Pray vse em well, when they appeare agen. Yes sir, weele vse em like honest men. I well said George, like honest men, tho they be arrant knaues, for thats the praise of the citty; helpe to lay vp these wares Yonder he stands. What in a Prentise-coate? I, I, mad, mad, pray take heed. How now? what newes with them? what make they with my wife? officers is she attachd? looke to your wares. He talkes to himselfe, oh hees much gone indeed. Pray pluck vp a good heart, be not so fearfull, Sirs hearke, weele gather to him by degrees. I, I, by degrees I pray: oh me! what makes he with the Lawne in his hand, heele teare all the ware in my shop. Feare not weele catch him on a sudden. O you had need do so, pray take heed of your warrant I warrant mistris.—Now Signior Candido? Now sir, what newes with you sir? What newes with you he sayes: oh hees far gon. I pray feare nothing, lets alone with him, Signior, you looke not like your selfe me thinkes, (Steale you a tother side) y'are changde, y'are altred.