1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 43 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
True, but thou wilt dance in a halter, & I shall not see thee. O, do not vex him pray. Are you a Fisherman father? No, i'm neither fish nor flesh. What do you with that net then? Dost not see fool! there's a fresh Salmon in't: if you step one foot further, you'll be over shoes, for you see i'm over head & ear in the salt-water: & if you fall into this whirlpool where I am, you're drowned: you're a drowned rat.— I am fishing here for five ships, but I cannot have a good draft, for my net breaks still, and breaks, but I'll break some of your necks & I catch you in my clutches. Stay, stay, stay, stay— where's the wind, where's the wind, where's the wind: where's the wind: out you gulls, you goose-caps, you gudgeon eaters! do you look for the wind in the heavens? ha ha ha ha, no no, look there, look there, look there, the wind is always at that door: hark how it blows, pooff pooff, pooff. Ha ha ha. Do you laugh at God's creatures? do you mock old age you rogues? is this grey beard and head counterfeit, that you cry ha ha ha?— Sirrah, art not thou my eldest son? Yes indeed father. Then thouart a fool, for my eldest son had a polt foot, crooked legs, a vergis face, & a pear-coloured beard; I made him a scholar, and he made himself a fool.— Sirrah! thou there? hold out thy hand. My hand, well, here 'tis. Look, look, look, look: has he not long nails, and short hair? Yes monstrous short hair, and abominable long nails. Tenpenny nails are they not? Yes ten penny nails. Such nails had my second boy: kneel down thou varlet, and ask thy father blessing. Such nails had my middlemost son and I made him a Promoter: & he scrapped, & scrapped, & scrapped, till he got the devil and all: but he scrapped thus and thus, & thus, and it went under his legs, till at length a company of Kites taking him for carrion, swept up all, all, all all, all, all, all.— If you love your lives, look to yourselves, see, see, see, see, the Turks galleys are fighting with my ships, bounce goes the guns.— oooh! cry the men: rumble rumble go the waters— Alas! there! 'tis sunk— 'tis sunk: I am undone, I am undone, you are the damned Pirates have undone me,— you are byth' Lord, you are, you are, stop 'em, you are. Why how now sirrah, must I fall to tame you? Tame me? no: i'll be madder than a roasted Cat: see, see, I am burnt with gunpowder, these are our close fights. I'll whip you, if you grow unruly thus.
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True, but thou wilt daunce in a halter, & I shal not see thee. O, doe not vex him pray. Are you a Fisherman father? No, i'me neither fish nor flesh. What do you with that net then? Doest not see foole! theres a fresh Salmon in't: if you step one foot furder, youle be ouer shoes, for you see ime ouer head & ear in the salt-water: & if you fal into this whirlpoole where I am, y'are drownd: y'are a drownd rat.—I am fishing here for fiue ships, but I cannot haue a good draught, for my net breakes still, and breakes, but Ile breake some of your necks & I catch you in my clutches. Stay, stay, stay, stay—wheres the wind, wheres the wind, wheres the winde: wheres the winde: out you guls, you goose-caps, you gudgeon eaters! do you looke for the wind in the heauens? ha ha ha ha, no no, looke there, looke there, looke there, the winde is alwayes at that doore: hearke how it blowes, pooff pooff, pooff. Ha ha ha. Do you laugh at Gods creatures? do you mock old age you roagues? is this gray beard and head counterfet, that you cry ha ha ha?—Sirra, art not thou my eldest sonne? Yes indeed father. Then th'art a foole, for my eldest sonne had a pol foote, crooked legs, a vergis face, & a peare-coullourd beard; I made him a scholler, and he made himselfe a foole.—Sirra! thou there? hould out thy hand. My hand, wel, here tis. Looke, looke, looke, looke: has he not long nailes, and short haire? Yes monstrous short haire, and abhominable long nailes. Ten-peny naile's are they not? Yes ten peny nailes. Such nailes had my second boy: kneele downe thou varlet, and aske thy father blessing. Such nailes had my midlemost sonne and I made him a Promoter: & he scrapt, & scrapt, & scrapt, till he got the diuell and all: but he scrapt thus and thus, & thus, and it went vnder his legs, till at length a company of Kites taking him for carion, swept vp all, all, all all, all, all, all.—If you loue your liues, looke to your selues, see, see, see, see, the Turkes gallies are fighting with my ships, Bownce goes the guns.—oooh! cry the men: romble romble goe the waters—Alas! there! tis sunke—tis sunck: I am vndon, I am vndon, you are the dambd Pirates haue vndone me,—you are bith Lord, you are, you are, stop em, you are. Why how now Syrra, must I fall to tame you? Tame me? no: ile be madder than a roasted Cat: see, see, I am burnt with gūpowder, these are our close fights. Ile whip you, if you grow vnruly thus.