1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 45 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 0.85 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
wilt thou? do and thou dar'st. bounce. oh! I am slain murder,— murder, murder, I am slain, my brains are beaten out. How now you villains, bring me whips: i'll whip you I am dead, I am slain, ring out the bell, for I am dead, How will you do now sirrah? you ha' killed him. I'll answer't at Sessions: he was eating of Almond Butter, and I longed for't: the child had never been delivered out of my belly, if I had not killed him I'll answer't at sessions, so my wife may be burnt i'th' hand too. Take 'em in both: bury him, for he's dead. I indeed, I am dead, put me I pray into a good pit hole. I'll answer't at Sessions. How now housewife, whether gad you? A nutting forsooth: how do you gaffer? how do you gaffer? there's a French curtsy for you too. 'tis Bellafronte. 'tis the punk byth' Lord. Father what's she I pray? As yet I know not, She came but in this day, talks little idly And therefore has the freedom of the house, Do not you know me? nor you? nor you, nor you? No indeed. Then you are an Ass, and you are an Ass, and you are an Ass, for I know you. Why, what are they? come: tell me, what are they? they're fishwives: will you buy any gudgeons, gods santy yonder come Friars, I know them too, how do you Friar? Nay, nay, away, you must not trouble Friars. The duke is here speak nothing. Nay indeed you shall not go: we'll run at barleybreak first, and you shallbe in hell. My punk turned mad whore, as all her fellows are? Speak nothing, but steal hence, when you spy time. I'll lock you up if you're unruly fie fie! mary so: they shall not go indeed till I ha' told 'em their fortunes. Good Father give her leave. I pray, good father, and I'll give you my blessing. Well then be brief, but if you are thus unruly, I'll have you locked up fast. come, to their fortunes. Let me see 1.2.3. and 4. i'll begin with the little Friar first, here's a fine hand indeed, I never saw Friar have such a dainty hand: here's a hand for a Lady, here's your fortune, You love a Friar better than a Nun, Yet long you'll love no Friar, nor no friars son. Bow a little, the line of life is out, yet i'm afraid, For all your holy, you'll not die a maid, God give you joy. Now to you Friar Tucke. God send me good luck. You love one, and one loves you. You are a false knave, and she's a Iew, Here is a Dial that false ever goes. O your wit drops.
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Wut thou? doe and thou dar'st. Bownce. Ooh! I am slaine-murder, murder, murder, I am slaine, my braines are beaten out. How now you villaines, bring me whips: ile whip you I am dead, I am slaine, ring out the bel, for I am dead, How will you do now sirra? you ha kild him. Ile answer't at Sessions: he was eating of Almond Butter, and I longd for't: the child had neuer bin deliuered out of my belly, if I had not kild him Ile answer't at sessions, so my wife may be burnt ith hand too. Take em in both: bury him, for hees dead. I indeed, I am dead, put me I pray into a good pit hole. Ile answer't at Sessions. How now huswife, whether gad you? A nutting forsooth: how doe you gaffer? how doe you gaffer? theres a French cursie for you too. Tis Bellafronte. Tis the puncke bith Lord. Father whats she I pray? As yet I know not, She came but in this day, talkes little idlely And therefore has the freedome of the house, Doe not you know me? nor you? nor you, nor you? No indeede. Then you are an Asse, and you are an Asse, and you are an Asse, for I know you. Why, what are they? come: tell me, what are they? The're fish-wiues: will you buy any gudgeons, gods santy yonder come Friers, I know them too, how doe you Frier? Nay, nay, away, you must not trouble Friers. The duke is here speake nothing. Nay indeed you shall not goe: weele run at barlibreak first, and you shalbe in hell. My puncke turnd mad whore, as all her fellowes are? Speake nothing, but steale hence, when you spie time. Ile locke you vp if y'are vnruly fie fie! mary o: they shall not goe indeed till I ha told em their fortunes. Good Father giue her leaue. I pray, good father, and Ile giue you my blessing. Wel then be briefe, but if you are thus vnruly, Ile haue you lockt vp fast. come, to their fortunes. Let me see 1.2.3. and 4. ile begin with the little Frier first, heres a fine hand indeed, I neuer saw Frier haue such a dainty hand: heres a hand for a Lady, heres your fortune, You loue a Frier better then a Nun, Yet long youle loue no Frier, nor no Friers sonne. Bow a little, the line of life is out, yet i'me afraid, For all your holy, youle not die a maide, God giue you ioy. Now to you Frier Tucke. God send me good lucke. You loue one, and one loues you. You are a false knaue, and shees a Iew, Here is a Diall that false euer goes. O your wit drops.