The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 34 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.89 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Unprosperous Devil, vat sall me do now. Therefore to force you from the truer danger, I wrought the feigned, suffering this fair Devil, In shaps of woman to make good her plot, And knowing that the hook was deeply fast, I gave her line at will, till with her own vain strivings, See here she's tired: O thou comely damnation? Dost think that vice is not to be withstood, O what is woman merely made of blood. You maze us all, let us not be lost in darkness? All shall be lighted, but this time and place Forbids longer speech, only what you can think Has been extremely ill is only hers. To severest prison with her, with what heart canst live? What eyes behold a face? Ick vil not speak, torture, torture your fill, For me am worse than hanged, me ha' lost my will. To the extremest whip and jail. Frolique, how is it Sirs? I am myself, how long was't ere I could Persuade my passion to grow calm to you? Rich sense makes good bad language, and a friend Should weigh no action, but the actions end. I am now worthy yours, when before The beast of man, loose blood distempered us, " He that lust rules cannot be virtuous. On afore there, room for the prisoners? I pray you do not lead me to execution through Cheapside, I owe M. Burnish the goldsmith money, and I fear he'll set a sergeant on my back for it. Trouble not your sconce my Christian Brothers, but have an eye unto the main chance, I will warrant your shoulders, as for your neck Plinius secundus, or marcus Tullius Cicero, or somebody it is says, that a three fold cord is hardly broken. Well, I am not the first honest man that hath been cast away, and I hope shall not be the last. O sir, have a good stomach and maws, you shall have a joyful supper. In troth I have no stomach to it, and it please you take my trencher. I use to fast at nights. O husband, I little thought you should have come to think on God thus soon: nay and you had been hanged deservedly, it would never have grieved me, I have known of many honest innocent men have been hanged deservedly, but to be cast away for nothing. Good woman hold your peace, your prittles & your prattles your bibbles and your babbles, for I pray you hear me in private, I am a widower, and you are almost a widow, shall I be welcome to your houses, to your tables, and your other things. I have a piece of mutton and a featherbed for you at all times, I pray make haste. I do here make my confession, if I owe any man any thing, I do heartily forgive him: if any man owe me any thing, let him pay my wife. I will look to your wives payment I warrant you. And now good yoke-fellow leave thy poor mulligrub. Nay then I were unkind i'faith, I will not leave you until I have seen you hang.
nodes 1197–1234 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 35 in this edition
Length
527 words · 688 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.886 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Vnproſperous Diuell, vat ſall me do now. Therefore to force you from the truer danger, I wrought the fained, ſuffering this faire Deuil, In ſhaps of woman to make good her plot, And knowing that the hooke was deeply faſt, I gaue her line at will, till with her owne vaine ſtriuings, See here ſhees tired: O thou comely damnation? Doeſt think that vice is not to be withſtood, O what is woman meerely made of bloud. You maze vs all, let vs not be loſt in darkeneſſe? All ſhall be lighted, but this time and place Forbids longer ſpeech, onlie what you can thinke Has bin extreamlie ill is onelie hers. To ſeuereſt priſon with her, with what hart canſt liue? What eies behold a face? Ick vil not ſpeake, torture, torture your fill, For me am worſe then hangd, me ha loſt my will. To the extreameſt whip and Iaile. Frolique, how is it Sirs? I am my ſelfe, how long waſt ere I could Perſwade my paſsion to grow calme to you? Rich ſence makes good bad language, and a friend Should waigh no action, but the actions end. I am now worthie yours, when before The beaſt of man, looſe bloud diſtemperd vs, "He that luſt rules cannot be vertuous. On afore there, roome for the priſoners? I praie you do not lead me to execution through cheapeſide, I owe M. Burniſh the gold-ſmith monie, and I feare heele ſet a Seriant on my backe for it. Trouble not your skonce my Chriſtian Brothers, but haue an eie vnto the maine chance, I will warrant your ſhouldiers, as for your necke Plinius ſecundus, or marcus Tullius Cycero, or ſomebodie it is ſaies, that a three foulde corde is hardlie broken. Wel, I am not the firſt honeſt man that hath bin caſt away, and I hope ſhall not be the laſt. O ſir, haue a good ſtomach and mawes, you ſhal haue a ioyfull ſupper. In troth I haue no ſtomach to it, and it pleaſe you take my trencher▪ I vſe to faſt at nights. O husband, I little thought you ſhould haue come to think on God thus ſoon: nay and you had bin hangd deſeruedly, it would neuer haue greeud me, I haue known of many honeſt innocent men haue bin hangd deſeruedly, but to be caſt away for nothing. Good woman hold your peace, your prittles & your prattles your bibbles and your babbles, for I pray you heare mee in priuate, I am a widdower, and you are almoſt a widdow, ſhal I be welcom to your houſes, to your tables, and your other things. I haue a peece of mutton and a featherbed for you at all times, I pray make haſt. I do here make my confeſsion, if I owe anie man anie thing, I do hartilie forgiue him: if any man owe me anie thing, let him paie my wife. I will looke to your wies paiment I warrant you. And now good yoke-fellow leaue thy poor mulligrub. Naie then I were vnkind yſaith, I will not leaue you vntill I haue ſeene you hang.