The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 25 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Now repentance the fools whip seize thee, Nay if there be no means I'll be thy friend, But not thy Vices; and with greatest sense I'll force thee feel thy errors, to the worst The vildest of dangers thou shalt sink into, No jeweller shall see me, I will lurk Where none shall know or think, close I'll withdraw, and leave thee with two friends: a whore and knave But is this virtue in me? No, not pure, Nothing extremely best with us endures, No use in simple purities, the elements are mixed for use, Silver without allay Is all to eager to be wrought for use: Nor precise virtues ever purely good Holds useful size with temper of weak blood: Then let my course be borne, tho: with side-wind, The end being good, the means are well assigned, Come catafuge Fra hall, who who he, Excellent, Ha, here's a plump rump wench, with a breast Softer than a courtiers tongue, a old lady's gums, Or an old man's mentula, my fine rogue. Pan you poltroon. Gooddy fist, flumpum pum pum, a my fine Wagtail, Thou art as false as prostituted and adulterate as some translated manuscript Buss fair whore, buss. God's sacramant. Pox. Hadamoy key dost thou frown medianthou teukey Nay look here: Numeron key Silver blithe for cany Os cany goblet: Ʋs key ne moy blgefy pox On you Gosling. By me fait dis been very fine language, Ick sall bush ye now, ha, be garzon vare had you dat place? Hedemoy key, get you gone Punk rampant, key common up-tail. O daughter, cozen, niece, servant, mistress. Humpum, plumpum squat, I am gone. There is one M. Malliereux at the door desires to see you: he says he must not be divide, for he hath sent you this ring and withal says 'tis done. Vat sall me do now, God's sacramant: tell him two hours hence he sall be most affectionately velcome, tell him (vat shall me do) tell him Ick am been in my bate, and Ick fall perfume my seetes, make a mine body so delicate for his arm Two hours hence. I shall satisfy him two hours hence well. Now Ick sall revenge, hay, begar me shall tartar de whole generation, mine brain vorke it, Frevile, is dead, Malhareux sall hang, And mine rival Beatrice, Ick sall make run mad. he's gone forsooth to eat a caudle of Cock-stones, & will return within this two hours. Very vel, give mons to some fellow to squire me, Ick shall go abroad. there's a lusty Bravo beneath, a stranger, but a good stale Rascal: he swears valiantly, kicks a Bawd right virtuously, and protests with an empty pocket might desperately, he'll squire you. Very velcom, mine san, Ick sall return presently, now shall me be revange ten tousant deula, der sall be no got in me but passion, no taught but rage, no mercy but blood, no spirit but Diula in me, Dear shall noting taught good for me, But dat is mischievous for others.
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Now repentance the fooles whip ſeize thee, Nay if there be no meanes Ile be thy friend, But not thy Vices; and with greateſt ſence Ile force thee feele thy errors, to the worſt The vildeſt of dangers thou ſhalt ſinke into, No Ieweller ſhall ſee me, I will lurke Where none ſhall know or thinke, cloſe Ile withdraw, and leaue thee with two friendes: a whore and knaue But is this vertue in me? No, not pure, Nothing extreamely beſt with vs endures, No vſe in ſimple purities, the elementes are mixt for vſe, Siluer without alay Is all to eager to be wrought for vſe: Nor preciſe vertues euer purely good Holdes vſefull ſize with temper of weake bloud: Then let my courſe be borne, tho: with ſide-wind, The end being good, the meanes are well aſsingd, Come catafuge Fra hall, who who he, Excellent, Ha, heers a plmp rmp wench, with a breaſt Softer then a Courtyers tongue, Ladies gums, Or an old mans mentula, my fine gue. Pan you poultron. Gooddy fiſte, flump pum, a my fine Wagtaile, Thou art as falſe as proſtituted and adulcerate as ſome tranſlated manuſcript Buſſe ſayre whore, buſſe. Gods ſacramant. Pox. Hadamoy key doſt thou frowne medianthou teukey Nay look heer: Numeron key Siluer blithe for cany Os cany goblet: Ʋs key ne moy blgefy pox On you Goſling. By me fait dis bin verie fine languge, Ick ſall buſh ye now, ha, be garzon vare had you dat place? Hedemoy key, get you gon Punck rampant, key common vp-taile. O daughter, cozen, neece, ſeruant, miſtreſſe. Humpum, plumpum ſquat, I am gone. There is one M. Malliereux at the dore deſires to ſee you: he ſaies he muſt not be deuide, for he hath ſent you this ring and withall ſaies tis done. Vat ſall me do now, Gods ſacramant: tell him two howers hence he ſall be moſt affectionatlie velcome, tell him (vat ſal me do) tel him Ick am bin in my bate, and Ick fall perfume my ſeetes, mak a mine bodie ſo delicate for his arme Two houres hence. I ſhall ſatisfie him two houres hence well. Now Ick ſall reuange, hay, begar me ſal tartar de whole generation, mine braine vorke it, Frevile, is dead, Malhareux ſall hang, And mine riuall Beatrice, Ick ſall make run madde. Hees gone forſooth no cawdle of Cock-ſtones, & will returne within this two houres. Verie vel, giue mons to ſome fellow to ſquire me, Ick ſal go abroad. Thers a luſtie Bravo beneath, a ſtranger, but a good ſtale Raſcall: he ſweaes valiantlie, kicks a Bawd right vertuouſly, and proteſtes with an emptie pocket might deſperately, Heele ſquier you. Very velcom, mine ſan, Ick ſall reome preſantly, now ſal me be reuange ten touſant deula, der ſall be no got in me but paſsion, no tought but rage, no mercie but bloud, no ſpirit but Diula in me, Dere ſal noting tought good for me, But dat is miſchieuous for others.