1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 40 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.84 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
You have our words, and you shall have our lives, To guard you safe from all ensuing danger. ay, ay, chop 'em up and away. Stay, when is't fit for me, safest for you, To entertain this business. Not till the evening. Be't so, there is a chapel stands hard by, Upon the West end of the Abbey wall, Thither convey yourselves, and when the sun Hath turned his back upon this upper world, I'll marry you, that done, no thundering voice, Can break the sacred bond, yet Lady here you are most safe. Father your love's most dear. I well said lock us into some little room by ourselves that we may be mad for an hour or two. O good Mathaeo no, let's make no noise. How! no noise! do you know where you are: 'sfoot amongst all the madcaps in Milan: so that to throw the house out at window will be the better, & no man will suspect that we lurk here to steal mutton: the more sober we are, the more scurvy 'tis. And though the Friar tell us, that here we are safest, i'm not of his mind, for if those lay here that had lost there money, none would ever look after them, but hear are none but those that have lost their wits, o that if hue and cry be made, hither they'll come, and my reason is, because none goes to be married till he be stark mad. Muffle yourselves yonder's Fluello. Zounds! O my Lord these cloaks are not for this rain, the tempest is too great: I come sweating to tell you of it, that you may get out of it. Why what's the matter. What's the matter! you have mattered it fair: the duke's at hand. The Duke? The very Duke. Then all our plots are turned upon our heads; and we are blown up with our own underminings. 'sfoot how comes he, what villain durst betray our being here. Castruchio, Castruchio told the Duke, and Mathaeo here told Castruchio. Would you betray me to Castruchio, 'sfoot he damned himself to the pit of hell if he spoke on't again. So did you swear to me, so were you damned. Pox on 'em, & there be no faith in men, if a man shall not believe oaths: he took bread and salt by this light, that he would never open his lips. Oh God, oh God. Son be not desperate have patience, you shall trip your enemy down, by his own slights, how far is the Duke hence. he's but new set out: Castruchio, Pioratto and Sinezi come along with him: you have time enough yet to prevent them if you have but courage. You shall steal secretly into the Chapel, And presently be married; if the duke Abide here still, spite of ten thousand eyes, You shall scape hence like Friars.
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You haue our words, and you shall haue our liues, To guard you safe from all ensuing danger. I, I, chop em vp and away. Stay, when ist fit for me, safest for you, To entertaine this busines. Not till the euening. Be't so, there is a chappell stands hard by, Vpon the West end of the Abbey wall, Thether conuay your selues, and when the sunne Hath turnd his back vpon this vpper world, Ile mary you, that done, no thndring voice, Can breake the sacred bond, yet Lady here you are most safe. Father your lou's most deere. I well said locke vs into some little roome by our selues that we may be mad for an houre or two. O good Mathaeo no, lets make no noise. How! no noise! do you know where you are: sfoot amonst all the mad-caps in Millan: so that to throw the house out at window will be the better, & no man will suspect that we lurke here to steale mutton: the more sober we are, the more scuruy tis. And tho the Frier tell vs, that heere we are safest, 'me not of his minde, for if those lay here that had lost there mony, none would euer looke after them, but heare are none but those that haue lost their wits, o that if hue and cry be made, hether theile come, and my reason is, because none goes to be married till he be starke mad. Muffle your selues yonders Fluello. Zounds! O my Lord these cloakes are not for this raine, the tempest is too great: I come sweating to tell you of it, that you may get out of it. Why whats the matter. Whats the matter! you haue matterd it faire: the Duk's at hand. The Duke? The very Duke. Then all our plots are turnd vpon our heads; and we are blown vp with our own vnderminings. Sfoot how comes he, what villaine durst betray our being here. Castruchio, Castruchio tolde the Duke, and Mathaeo here told Castruchio. Would you betray me to Chastruchio, Sfoot he dambd himselfe to the pit of hell if he spake ont agen. So did you sweare to me, so were you dambd. Pox on em, & there be no faith in men, if a man shall not beleeue oathes: he tooke bread and salt by this light, that he would neuer open his lips. Oh God, oh God. Sonne be not desperate haue patience, you shal trip your enemy downe, by his owne slights, how far is the Duke hēce. Hees but new set out: Castruchio, Pioratto and Sinezi come along with him: you haue time enough yet to preuent them if you haue but courage. You shall steale secretly into the Chappell, And presently be maried; if the duke Abide here still, spite of ten thousand eyes, You shall scape hence like Friers.