1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 41 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 0.81 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
O blessed disguised: O happy man. Talk not of happiness till your closed hand, Have her byth' forehead, like the lock of time, be not too slow, nor hasty, now you climb, Up to the tower of bliss, only be wary And patient, that's all, if you like my plot Build and dispatch, if not farewell, than not. O Yes, we do applaud it, we'll dispute, No longer, but will hence and execute. Fluello you'll stay here, let us be gone, The ground that freighted lovers tread upon, Is stuck with thorns. Come then, away: 'tis meet, To escape those thorns, to put on winged feet. No words I pray Fluello, for it stands us upon. Oh sir, let that be your lesson. Alas poor lovers, on what hopes and fears, Men toss themselves for women. when she's got The best has in her that which pleaseth not. whose's there! My Lord. Peace, send that Lord away, A Lordship will spoil all, let's be all fellows. What's he. Fluello, or else Sinezi by his little legs. All friends, all friends. What! met upon the very point of time, Is this the place. This is the place my Lord. Dream you on Lordships! come no more Lords: pray You have not seen these lovers yet. Not yet. Castruchio art thou sure this wedding feat, Is not till afternoon? So 'tis given out my Lord. Nay, nay, 'tis like, thieves must observe their hours, Lovers watch minutes like Astronomers, How shall the Interim hours by us be spent, Let's all go see the madmen. Mas content. Oh here comes one, question him, question him. How now honest fellow dost thou belong to the house. yes forsooth, I am one of the implements; I sweep the madmen's rooms, and fetch straw for 'em, and buy chains to tie 'em, and rods to whip 'em, I was a mad wag myself here once, but I thank father Anselm he lashed me into my right mind again. Anselmo is the Friar must marry them, Question him where he is, And where is father Anselmo now? Mary he's gone but e'en now. ay, well done, tell me, whether is he gone? Why to God a mighty. Ha, ha, this fellow is a fool, talks idly. Sirrah are all the mad folks in Milan brought hither? How all, there's a wise question indeed: why if all the mad folks in Milan should come hither, there would not be left ten men in the City. Few gentlemen or Courtiers here, ha. Oh yes? abundance, abundance, lands no sooner fall into their hands, but straight they run out a their wits: Citizens sons & heirs are free of the house by their father's copy: farmers' sons come hither like geese (in flocks) & when they ha' sold all their corn fields, here they sit & pick the straws.
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O blest disguisde: O happy man. Talke not of happinesse till your closde hand, Haue her bit' forhead, like the lock of time, Bee not too slow, nor hasty, now you clime, Vp to the towre of blisse, onely be wary And patient, thats all, if you like my plot Build and dispatch, if not farewell, then not. O Yes, we doe applaud it, weee dispute, No longer, but will hence and execute. Fluello youle tay here, let vs be gon, The ground that fraighted louers tread vpon, Is stuke with thornes. Come then, away: tis meete, To escape those thornes, to put on winged feete. No words I pray Fluello, for it stands vs vpon. Oh sir, let that be your lesson. Alas poore louers, on what hopes and feares, Men tosse themselues for women. when shees got The best has in her that which pleaseth not. whose there! My Lord. Peace, send that Lord away, A Lordship will spoile all, lets be all fellowes. Whats he. Fluello, or els Sinezi by his little legs. All friends, all friends. What! met vpon the very point of time, Is this the place. This is the place my Lord. Dreame you on Lordshps! come no more Lordes: pray You haue not seene these louers yet. Not yet. Castruchio art thou sure this wedding feate, Is not till afternoone? So tis giuen out my Lord. Nay, nay, tis like, theeues must obserue their houres, Louers watch minuts like Astronomers, How shall the Interim houres by vs be spent, Lets all goe see the madmen. Mas content. Oh here comes one, question him, question him. How now honest fellow dost thou belong to the house. yes forsooth, I am one of the implements; I swepe the madmens roomes, and fetch straw for em, and buy chaines to tie em, and rods to whip em, I was a mad wag my selfe here once, but I thanke father Anselm he lasht me into my right minde agen. Anselmo is the Frier must marry them, Question him where he is, And where is father Anselmo now? Mary hees gon but eene now. I, well done, tell me, whether is he gone? Why to God a mighty. Ha, ha, this fellow is a foole, talkes idlelie. Sirra are all the mad folkes in Millan brought hither? How all, theres a wise question indeede: why if al the mad folkes in Millan should come hither, there would not be left ten men in the Citty. Few gentlemen or Courtiers here, ha. Oh yes? abundance, aboundance, lands no sooner fall into their hands, but straight they runne out a their wits: Citizēs sons & heires are free of the house by their fathers copy: Farmers sons come hither like geese (in flocks) & when they ha sould all their corne fields, here they sit & picke the straws.