The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 10 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Grand Grincome on your sentences, God's sacrament, ten thousand devils take you, you ha' brought mine love, mine honour, mine body all to noting. To nothing! I'll be sworn I have brought them to all the things I could, I ha' made as much a your maidenhead, and you had been mine own daughter, I could not ha' sold your Maiden head oftener than I ha' done, I ha' sworn for you God forgive me, I have made you acquainted with the Spaniard Don Skirtoll, with the Italian, M. Beieroane, with the Irish Lord, S. Patrick, with the Dutch Merchant, Haunce Herkin Ginkin Skellam Flapdragon, and specially with the greatest French, and now lastly with this English (yet in my conscience) an honest Gentleman: and am I now grown one of the accursed with you for my labour? is this my reward, am I called Bawd? Well Mary Fough, go thy ways Mary Fough, thy kind heart will bring thee to the Hospital. Nay good Naunt, you'll help me to another love, vil you not? Out thou naughty belly, wouldst thou make me thy Bawd? thou'st best make me thy Bawd, I ha' kept counsel for thee, who paid the Apothecary, was't not honest Mary Fough? who redeemed thy petticoat and mantle, was't not honest Mary Fough? who helped thee to thy custom not of swaggering Ireland Captains, nor of 2. s. Inns a court men, but with honest atte-caps, wealthy flatcaps, that pay for their pleasure the best of any men in Europe, nay, which is more in London, and dost thou defile me vile creature. Foutra 'pon you Vitch, Bawd, Polecat, Paugh, did not you praise Freevill to mine love? I did praise I confess, I did praise him, I seed he was a fool, an unthrift, a true whoremaster, I confess, a constant drab keeper I confess, but what the wind is turned. It is, it is vile woman, reprobate woman, naughty woman it is, vat shall become of mine poor flesh now, mine body must turn Turk for 2. d. O Diuela, life o' mine art, Ick sall be revenged, do ten thousand Hell dam me, Ick shall have the rouge troth cut, and his love, and his friend, and all his affinity sall smart, sall die, shall hang, now legion of devil seize him, de gran pest, S. Anthony's fire, and de hot Neopolitan pox rot him. Francischina. O mine feet, dearest, kindest, mine loving, O mine thousand, ten thousand, delicated, petty seet art a mine a dear liefest affection. Why Monkey, no fashion in you? give entertain to my friend. Icke shall make de most of you, dat courtesy may: Aunt Mary, Mettre Faugh, stools, stools for des gallants: mine Mettre sing non oder song, frolic, frolic Sir, but still complain me do her wrong, lighten your heart Sir, for me did but kiss her, for me did but kiss her, and so let go: Your friend is very heavy, ick sall near like such sad company. No thou delightest only in light Company. By mine trot, he been very sad, vat ail you sir.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Grand Grincome on your ſentences, Gods ſacrament, ten towſand diuels take you, you ha brought mine loue, mine honor, mine boddy all to noting. To nothing! I'le be ſworne I haue brought them to all the thinges I could, I ha made as much a your maydenhead, and you had beene mine owne daughter, I could not ha ſold your Mayden head oftner then I ha done, I ha ſworn for you God forgiue me, I haue made you acquainted with the Spaniard Don Skirtoll, with the Italian, M. Beieroane, with the Iriſh Lord, S. Patrick, with the Dutch Marchant, Haunc Herkin Gukin Skellam Elappdragon, and ſpecially with the greateſt French, and now laſtly with this Engliſh (yet in my conſcience) an honeſt Gentleman: and am I now growne one of the accurſed with you for my labour? is this my reward, am I calde Bawde? Well Mary Fough, goe thy wayes Mary Fough, thy kind heart will bring thee to the Hoſpitall. Nay good Naunt, you'le helpe me to an oder loue, vil you not? Out thou naughty belly, wouldſt thou make mee thy Bawde? thu'ſt beſt make me thy Bawde, I ha kept counſell for thee, who paide the Apothecary, waſt not honeſt Mary Fough? who redeemde thy petticote and mantle, waſt not honeſt Mary Fough? who helped thee to thy cuſtome not of ſwaggering Ireand Captaines, nor of 2. s. Innes a court men, but with honeſt atte-cappes, wealthy flat-caps, that pay for their pleaſure the beſt of any men in Europe, nay, which is more in London, and doſt thou defile me vile creature. Foutra pon you Vitch, Bawde, Pole-catte, Paugh, did not you prayſe Freeuill to mine loue? I did prayſe I confeſſe, I did prayſe him, I ſede hee was a foole, an vnthrift, a true whoremaiſter, I confeſſe, a conſtāt drabbe keeper I confeſſe, but what the winde is turnde. It is, it is vile woman, reprobate wowan, naughtie woman it is, vat sal become of mine poore fleſh now, mine boddy muſt turne Turke for 2. d. O Diuela, life a mine art, Ick sall be reuengde, doe ten thouſand Hell damme me, Ick sal haue the rouge trote cut, and his loue, and his friend, and all his affinitie ſall ſmart, ſall dye, ſal hang, now legion of deuill ſeaze him, de gran peſt, S. Anthonies fire, and de hot Neopolitan poc rotte him. Franciſchina. O mine ſeete, deerſt, kindeſt, mine louing, O mine towſand, ten towſand, delicated, petty ſeet art a mine a deere leeueſt affection. Why Monky, no faſhion in you? giue entertaine to my friend. Icke ſal make de moſt of you, dat curteſie may: Aunt Mary, Mettre Faugh, ſtooles, ſtooles for des gallantes: mine Mettre ſing non oder ſong, frolique, frolique Sir, but ſtill complaine me doe her wrong, lighten your heart Sir, for me did but kiſſe her, for me did but kis her, and ſo let go: Your friend is very heauy, ick ſall neere like ſuch ſad company. No thou delighteſt onely in light Company. By mine trot, he been very ſad, vat ayle you ſir.