2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 1 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
GOod day, Gallants. Good morrow, sweet Lodovico. How dost thou Carolo. Faith, as Physicians do in a Plague, see the World sick, and am well myself. Here's a sweet morning, Gentlemen. Oh, a morning to tempt Ioue from his Ningle Ganymede, which is but to give Dary Wenches green gowns as they are going a milking; what, is thy Lord stirring yet? Yes, he will not be horsed this hour, sure. My Lady swears he shall, for she longs to be at Court. Oh, we shall ride switch and spur, would we were there once. How now, is thy Lord ready? No so crees sa me, my Lady will have some little ting in her belly first. Oh, than they'll to breakfast. Footman, does my Lord ride i'th' Coach with my Lady, or on horseback? No foot la, my Lady will have me Lord sheet wid her, my Lord will sheet in de one side, and my Lady sheet in de toder side. My Lady sheet in de toder side: did you ever here a Rascal talk so like a Pagan? Is't not strange that a fellow of his star, should be seen here so long in Italy, yet speak so from a Christian? An Irishman in Italy! that so strange! why, the nation have running heads. Nay Carolo, this is more strange, I ha' been in France, there's few of them: Marry, England they count a warm chimney corner, and there they swarm like Crickets to the crevice of a Brewhouse; but Sir, in England I have noted one thing. What's that, what's that of England? marry this Sir, what's he yonder? A poor fellow would speak with my Lord. In England, Sir, troth I ever laugh when I think on't: to see a whole Nation should be marked i'th' forehead, as a man may say, with one Iron: why Sir, there all Costermongers are Irishmen. Oh, that's to show their Antiquity, as coming from Eue, who was an Apple-wife, and they take after the Mother. Good, good, ha, ha. Why then, should all your Chimney-sweepers likewise be Irishmen? answer that now, come, your wit. Faith, that's soon answered, for S. Patrick you know keeps Purgatory, he makes the fire, and his Countrymen could do nothing, if they cannot sweep the Chimneys. Good again. Then, Sir, have you many of them (like this fellow) (especially those of his hair) Footmen to Noblemen and others, and the Knaves are very faithful where they love, by my faith very proper men many of them, and as active as the clouds, whirr, hah. Are they so? And stout! exceeding stout; Why, I warrant, this precious wild Villain, if he were put to't, would fight more desperately than sixteen dunkirks. The women they say are very fair. No, no, our Country Bona Robaes, oh! are the sugar delicious Rogues.
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GOod day, Gallants. Good morrow, sweet Lodouico. How doest thou Carolo. Faith, as Physicions doe in a Plague, see the World sicke, and am well my selfe. Here's a sweet morning, Gentlemen. Oh, a morning to tempt Ioue frō his Ningle Ganimed, which is but to giue Dary Wenches greene gownes as they are going a milking; what, is thy Lord stirring yet? Yes, he will not be horst this houre, sure. My Lady sweares he shall, for she longs to bee at Court. Oh, wee shall ride switch and spurre, would we were there once. How now, is thy Lord ready? No so crees sa mee, my Lady will haue some little Tyng in her pelly first. Oh, then they'le to breakefast. Footman, does my Lord ride y'th Coach with my Lady, or on horsebacke? No foot la, my Lady will haue me Lord sheet wid her, my Lord will sheet in de one side, and my Lady sheet in de toder side. My Lady sheet in de toder side: did you euer here a Rascall talke so like a Pagan? Is't not strange that a fellow of his starre, should bee seene here so long in Italy, yet speake so from a Christian? An Irishman in Italy! that so strange! why, the nation haue running heads. Nay Carolo, this is more strange, I ha bin in France, theres few of them: Mary, England they count a warme chimny corner, and there they swarme like Crickets to the creuice of a Brew-house; but Sir, in England I haue noted one thing. What's that, what's that of England? Mary this Sir, what's he yonder? A poore fellow would speake with my Lord. In England, Sir, troth I euer laugh when I thinke on't: to see a whole Nation should be mark't i'th forehead, as a man may say, with one Iron: why Sir, there all Costermongers are Irishmen. Oh, that's to show their Antiquity, as comming from Eue, who was an Apple-wife, and they take after the Mother. Good, good, ha, ha. Why then, should all your Chimny-sweepers likewise be Irishmen? answer that now, come, your wit. Faith, that's soone answered, for S. Patricke you know keepes Purgatory, hee makes the fire, and his Country-men could doe nothing, if they cannot sweepe the Chimnies. Good agen. Then, Sir, haue you many of them (like this fellow) (especially those of his haire) Footmen to Noblemen and others, and the Knaues are very faithfull where they loue, by my faith very proper men many of them, and as actiue as the cloudes, whirre, hah. Are they so? And stout! exceeding stout; Why, I warrant, this precious wild Villaine, if hee were put to't, would fight more desperately then sixteene Dunkerkes. The women they say are very faire. No, no, our Country Bona Robaes▪ oh! are the sugrest delicious Rogues.