The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 17 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Life? dost call thy mistress life. Life, yes why not life? How many mistresses hast thou? Some nine. Why then thou hast nine lives like a Cat. Mew you would be taken up for that. Nay good let me still sit, we low statures love still to sit, lest when we stand we may be supposed to sit. Dost not wear high cork shoes: chopines. Monstrous on's. I am as many other are, pieced above and pieced beneath. Still the best part in thee, And yet all will scarce make me so high as one of the giants stilts that stalks before my Lord majors pageant. By the Lord so I thought 'twas for some thing Mistress Ioyce jested at thy high insteps. She might well enough, and long enough, before I would be ashamed of my shortness, what I made or can mend myself I may blush at; but what nature put upon me, let her be ashamed for me, I ha' nothing to do with it, I forget my beauty. Faith Ioyce is a foolish bitter creature. A pretty mildewed wench she is. And fair. As myself. O you forget your beauty now. Troth I never remember my beauty, but as some men do religion for controversies sake, A motion sister. Niniveh, Iulius Ceasar, Ionas, or the destruction of Ierusalem. My love here. pray call him not love, 'tis the drabs phrase, nor sweet honey, nor my coney, nor dear duckling, 'tis the Citizen terms, but call me him. What? anything, whatest the motion? You know this night our parents have intended solemnly to contract us, and my Love to grace the feast hath promised a mask. You'll make one Tysefue, and Caqueture shall fill up a room. Fore heaven well remembered he borrowed a diamond of me last night to grace his finger in your visitation: The Lying Creature will swear some strange thing on it now. Peace, he's here, stand close, lurk. Good morrow most dear, and worthy to be most wise, how does my mistress? Morrow sweet servant, you glister, pree let's see that stone. A toy Lady, I bought to please my finger. Why I am more precious to you, than your finger: Yes, or than all my body, I swear. Why, then let it be bought to please me, come I am no professed beggar. Troth Mistress; zounds: Forsooth, I protest. Nay, if you turn Protestant for such a toy. In good deed la, another time i'll give you a Is this yours to give. O God, forsooth mine, quoth you, nay as for that. Now I remember, I ha' seen this on my servant Tissefeu's finger. Such another. Nay, I am sure this is it. Troth 'tis forsooth, the poor fellow wanted money to pay for supper last night, and so pawned it to me, 'tis a pawn faith, or else you should have it. Hark ye, Thou base lying: how dares thy impudence hope to prosper, were't not for the privilege of this respected company, I would so hang thee.
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Life? doſt call thy miſtres life. Life, yes why not life? How many miſtreſſes haſt thou? Some nine. Why then thou haſt nine liues like a Cat. Mew you would be taken vp for that. Nay good let me ſtill ſit, we lowe ſtatures loue ſtill to ſit, leaſt when we ſtand we may be ſuppoſed to ſit. Doſt not weare high corke ſhooes: chopines. Monſtrous on's. I am as many other are, peec'd aboue and peec'd beneath. Still the beſt part in the, And yet all will ſcarce make me ſo high as one of the Gyants ſtilts that ſtalkes before my Lord Maiors pageant. By the Lord ſo I thought 'twas for ſome thing Miſtres Ioyce ieſted at thy high inſteps. She might well inough, and long inough, before I would be aſhamed of my ſhortnes, what I made or can mend my ſelfe I may bluſh at; but what nature put vpon me, let her be aſhamed for me, I ha nothing to doe with it, I forget my beauty. Fayth Ioyce is a fooliſh bitter creature. A pretty mildewed wench ſhe is. And faire. As my ſelfe. O you forget your beauty now. Troth I neuer remember my beauty, but as ſome men doe religion for controuerſies ſake, A motion ſiſter. Niniuie, Iulius Ceaſar, Ionas, or the diſtruction of Ieruſalem. My loue heere. Pree thee call him not love, 'tis the drabs phraſe, nor ſweete honie, nor my cunny, nor deare duckling, 'tis the Cittizen termes, but call me him. What? Anithing, what'ſt the motion? You know this night our parents haue intended ſolemnly to contract vs, and my Loue to grace the feaſt hath promiſed a maſke. You'le make one Tyſefue, and Caqueture ſhall fill vp a rome. Fore heauen well remembred he borrowed a diamond of me laſt night to grace his finger in your viſitation: The Lying Creature will ſweare ſome ſtraung thing on it now. Peace, he's here, ſtand cloſe, lurke. Good morrow moſt deere, and worthy to be moſt wiſe, how do's my miſtreſſe? Morrow ſweete ſeruant, you gliſter, pree thee let's ſee that ſtone. A toy Lady, I bought to pleaſe my finger. Why I am more pretious to you, than your finger: Yes, or than all my body, I ſweare. Why, then let it be bought to pleaſe me, come I am no profeſſed beggar. Troth Miſtreſſe; Zoones: Forſooth, I proteſt. Nay, if you turne Proteſtant for ſuch a toy. In good deed la, another time ile giue you a Is this yours to giue. O God, forſooth mine, quoth you, nay as for that. Now I remember, I ha ſeene this on my ſeruant Tiſes finger. Such another. Nay, I am ſure this is it. Troth tis forſooth, the poore fellow wanted money to pay for ſupper laſt night, and ſo pawnd it to mee, tis a pawne faith, or elſe you ſhould haue it. Harke ye, Thou baſe lying: how dares thy impudence hope to proſper, wer't not for the priuiledge of this reſpected companie, I would ſo hange thee.