The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 22 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 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I will never more say my prayers, do not make me mad, 'tis common, let me not cry like a woman, is it gone? Gone? Good is my witness, I delivered it with no more intention to be cozened on't, than the child new borne: and yet Look to my house, I am haunted with evil spirits, hear me, do; hear me, if I have not my Goblet again, heaven, I'll to the Devil, I'll to a conjuror, look to my house, I'll raise all the wise men i'th' street. Deliver us! what words are these, I trust in God, he is but drunk sure. I must have the salmon to worship, Cocledemoy, now for the Master piece, God bless thy neck piece, and Fowtra. Fair Mistress my Master. Have I caught you, what Roger? Peace good Mistress, I'll tell you all, a lest, a very mere lest, your husband only took sport to fright you, the bowl's at my Masters, and there is your husband, who sent me in all haste, lest you should be over frighted with his feigning, to come to dinner to him. Praise Heaven, it is no worse. And desired me, to desire you to send the lose of salmon before, and yourself to come after to them, my Mistress would be right glad to see you. I pray carry it: now thank them entirely: bless me, I was never so out of my skin in my life, pray thank your Mistress most entirely. So now Figo worshipful Mall Pough, and I will monch Cheaters & Bawds go together like washing & wringing. Beshrew his heart for his labour, how every thing about about me quivers, what Christian my hat and apron, here take my sleeves, and how I tremose, so I'll gossope it now for't, that's certain, here has been revolutions, and false hers indeed. Whether now? What's the matter with you now? whether are you a gadding? Come, come, play the fool no more: Will you go? Whether, in the rank name of madness: whether? Whether, why to master Garnish, to eat the jowl of Salmon? Lord, how strange you make it? Why so, why so. Why for why did not you send the self same fellow for the jole of Salmon, that had the cup? 'tis well, 'tis very well. And will me to come and eat it with you at the goldsmiths. OI, I, I, art in thy right ws? Do you hear, make a fool of somebody else, and you make an ass of me, I'll make an Ox of you, do ye see. Nay wife be patient, for look you, I may be mad, or drunk, or so, for my wise part, though you can bear more than I, yet I can do well: I will not cause nor carry, but heaven knows what I think. Come, let's go near some music, I will never more say my prayers. Let's go hear some doleful music. Nay if Heaven forget to prosper knaves. I'll go no more to the Synagogue. Now I am discontented, I'll turn Sectary that is fashion.
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I will neuer more ſay my prayers, doe not make mee madde, tis common, let me not crie like a woman, is it gone? Gone? Good is my witneſſe, I deliuered it with no more intention to be cozend on't, than the child new borne: and yet Looke to my houſe, I am haunted with euill ſpirites, here mee, doe; heare me, if I haue not my Goblet againe, heauen, I'le to the Diuell, I'le to a Coniurer, looke to my houſe, I'le raiſe all the wiſe men ithe ſtreete. Deliuer vs! what wordes are theſe, I truſt in God, hee is but drunke ſure. I muſt haue the Sammon to worſhip, Cocledemoy, now for the Maſter peece, God bleſſe thy necke peece, and Fowtra. Faire Miſtreſſe my Maſter. Haue I caught you, what Roger? Peace good Miſtres, I'le tell you all, a leſt, a verie mere leſt, your husband onely tooke ſport to fright you, the bows at my Maſters, and there is your husband, who ſent me in all haſt, leaſt you ſhould be ouer frighted with his fayning, to come to dinner to him. Praiſe Heauen, it is no worſe. And deſired me, to deſire you to ſend the loſe of Sammon before, and your ſelfe to come after to them, my Miſtreſſe would bee right glad to ſee you. I pray carry it: now thanke them entierly: bleſſe me, I was neuer ſo out of my skinne in my life, pray thanke your Miſtreſſe moſt entirely. So now Figo worſhipfull Mall ough, and I will monch Cheaters & Bawds go together like waſhing & wringing. Beſhrew his heart for his labor, how euery thing about abou me quiuers, what Chriſtian my hat and aporne, here take my ſleeues, and how I tremoſe, ſo e goſſope it now for't, thats certaine, here has been reuolutions, and falſe hers indeed. Whether now? Whats the matter with you now? whether are you a gadding? Come, come, play the foole no more: Will you goe? Whether, in the ranke name of madneſſe: whether? Whether, why to mayſter Garniſh, to eate the Iowle of Salmon? Lord, how ſtrange you make it? Why ſo, why ſo. Why for why did not you ſend the ſelfe ſame fellow for the Iole of Salmon, tha had the cup? Tis well, tis very well. And wil me to come and eate it with you at the Goldhe. OI, I, I, art in thy right ws? Doe you heare, make a foole of ſome body elſe, and you make an aſſe of me, Ie make an Oxe of you, do ye ſee. Nay wife be paent, for looke you, I may be madde, or drunke, or ſo, for my wiſe part, though you can bear more then I, yet I can do well: I will not cauſe nor cary, but heauen knows what I thinke. Come, lets goe neare ſome muſicke, I will neuer more ſay my praiers. Lets goe heare ſome dolefull muſicke. Nay if Heauen forget o proſper . Ile goe no more to the Synagogue. Now I am diſcontented, Ile turne Sectarie that is faſhion.