The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 27 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I think you say not true sister, shall we know one another in the other world? What means my sister? I would feign see him again: O my torture mind, Frevile is more than dead, he is unkind. Convey her in, and so sir as you said Set a strong watch. ay sir, and so pass along with this same common woman, you must make it good. Ick sall, or let me pay for his, mine blood. Come then along all, with quiet speed. O Fate? O sir, be wisely sorry, but not passionate. I will go and reveal myself: stay: no, no, Grief endures Love: Heaven to have such a wife Is happiness, to breed pale envy in the saints. Thou worthy dove-like virgin without gall, Cannot (that woman's evil) jealousy, Despite disgrace, nay which is worst, contempt Once stir thy faith. O Truth, how few sisters hast thou? Dear memory, with what a suffering sweetness, quiet modesty, Yet deep affection she received my death, And then with what a patient, yet oppressed kindness She took my lewdly intimated wrongs. O the dearest of heaven? Were there but three such women in the world, two Might be saved. Well, I am great with expectation to what devilish end This woman of foul soul will drive her plots: But providence all wicked art over tops. " and Impudence must know (though stiff as Ice,) That fortune doth not alway dote on Vice. Plant a watch there, be very careful Sirs, the rest with us. The heavy night grows to her depth of quiet, 'tis about mid darkness. Mine chamber is hard by, Ick sall bring you to it presantment. Deep silence. On within Wa, ha, h, It was his voice, 'tis he: he sups with his cupping glasses. 'tis late, he must pass this way: I'll ha' him, I'll ha' my fine boy, my worshipful Cocledemoy, I'll moy him, he shall be hanged in lousy linen, I'll hire some sectary to make him an heretic before he die? And when he is dead I'll piss on his grave. Ah my fine punks, good night, Frank, frailty, frail a Frail-Hall? Bonus noches my ubiquitari. Ware polling and shaving Sir. A Wolf, a wolf, a wolf, here's something yet, a Cloak, a cloak, yet I'll after, he cannot scape the watch, I'll hang him if I have any mercy, I'll slice him. Who goes there? come before the Constable. Bread a God Constable, you are a Watch for the devil. Honest men are robbed under your nose, there's a false knave in the habit of a Vintner, set upon me, he would have had my purse, But I took me to my heels: yet he got my Cloak, a plain stuff cloak poor, yet 'twill serve to hang him? 'tis my loss, poor man that I am. masters, we must Watch better, is't not strange that knaves, drunkards, and thieves, should be a broad, and yet we of the Watch, Scriveners, smiths, and Tailors, never stur. Hark, who goes there?
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I thinke you ſaie not true iſter, ſhall we know one another in the other world? What meanes my ſiſter? I would faine ſee him againe: O my torture mind, Frevile is more then dead, he is vnkinde. Conuey her in, and ſo ſir as you ſaid et a ſtrong watch. I ſir, and ſo baſſe this ae common woman, you muſt make it good. Ick ſall, or let me pay for his, mine bloud. Come then along all, with quiet ſpeed. O Fate? O ſir, be wiſely ſorrie, but not paſsionate. I will goe and reueale my ſelfe: ſtaie: no, no, Greefe ende res Loue: Heauen to haue ſuch a wife Is happineſſe, to breed pale enuy in the ſaintes. Thou worthy Doue-like virgin without gall, Cannot (that womans euill) Iealouſie, Deſpight diſgrace, nay which is worſt, contempt Once ſtirre thy faith. O Truth, how few ſiſters haſt thou? Deere memorie, with what a ſuffring ſweetneſſe, quiet modeſty, Yet deepe affection ſhe receiu'd my death, And then with what a patient, yet oppreſſed kindneſſe She tooke my Ieudlie intimated wrongs. O the dereſt of heauen? Were there but three ſuch women in the world, two Might be ſaued. Well, I am great with expectation to what deuiliſh end This woman of foule ſoule will driue her plots: But prouidence all wicked art ore tops. "and Impudence muſt know (tho ſtiffe as Ice,) "That fortune doth not alway dote on Vice. Plant a watch there, be verie carefull Sirs, the reſt with vs. The heauy night growes to her depth of quiet, Tis about mid darkeneſſe. Mine ſhambre is hard by, Ick ſall bring you to it preſant ment. Deepe ſilence. On within Wa, ha, h, It was his voice, tis he: he ſuppes with his cupping glaſſes. Tis late, he muſt paſſe this waie: Ile ha him, Ile ha my fine boy, my worſhipfull Cocledemoy, Ile moy him, he ſhall be hangd in lowſie linnen, Ile hire ſome ſectary to make him an hereticke before he die? And when he is dead Ile piſſe on his graue. Ah my fine puncks, good night, Franke, frailtie, fraile a Fraile-Hall? onus noches my vbiquitari. Ware polling and ſhauing Sir. A Wolfe, a wolfe, a wolfe, Heers ſomething yet, a Cloke, a cloke, yet Ile after, he cannot ſcape the watch, Ile hang him if I haue any mercy▪ Ile ſlice him. Who goes there? come before the Conſtable. Bread a God Conſtable, you are a Watch for the deuil. Honeſt men are robd vnder your noſe, thers a falſe knaue in the habit of a Vintner, ſet vpon me, he would haue had my purſe, But I tooke me to my heeles: yet he got my Cloke, a plaine ſtuffe cloke poore, yet twill ſerue to hang him? Tis my loſſe, poor man that I am. Maiſters, we muſt Watch better, iſt not ſtrange that knaues, Drunkerds, and theeues, ſhould be a brode, and yet we of the Watch, Scriueners, ſmithes, and Taylors, neuer ſtur. Harke, who goes there?