2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 4 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.67 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Your name I pray? Antonio Georgio. Of Milan? Yes my Lord. I'll borrow leave To read you o'er, and then we'll talk: till then Drink up this gold, good wits should love good wine, This of your loves, the earnest that of mine. How now, sir, where's your Lady, not gone yet? I fart di Lady is run away from dee, a mighty deal of ground, she sent me back for dine own sweet face, I pray dee come my Lord away, wilt tow go now? Is the Coach gone? Saddle my Horse the sorrel. A pox a de Horses nose, he is a lousy rascally fellow, when I came to gird his belly, his scurvy guts rumbled, di Horse farted in my face, and dow knowest, an Irishman cannot abide a fart, but I have saddled de Hobby-horse, di fine Hobby is ready, I pray dee my good sweet Lord, wit tow go now, and I will-run to de Devil before dee? Well, sir, I pray let's see you Master Scholar. Come I pray dee, wilt come sweet face? Go. God's so, Gentlemen, what do we forget? What? Are not we all enjoined as this day, Thursday is't not? I as that day to be at the Linendrapers house at dinner? Signior Candido, the patient man. Afore Ioue, true, upon this day he's married. I wonder, that being so stung with a Wasp before, he dares venture again to come about the eaves amongst Bees. Oh 'tis rare sucking a sweet Honeycomb; pray Heaven his old wife be buried deep enough, that she rise not up to call for her dance, the poor fiddler's Instruments would crack for it, she'd tickle them: at any hand let's try what mettle is in his new Bride, if there be none, we'll put in some; troth it's a very noble Citizen, I pity he should marry again, I'll walk along, for it is a good old fellow. I warrant, the Wives of Milan would give any fellow twenty thousand Ducats, that could but have the face to beg of the Duke, that all the Citizens in Milan might be bound to the peace of patience, as the Linen-draper is. Oh fie upon't, 'twould undo all us that are Courtiers, we should have no who with the wenches then. My Lord's come. How now, what news? None. Your Lady is with the Duke her Father. And we'll to them both presently, who's that? Signior Friscabaldo. Friscabaldo, oh! pray call him, and leave me, we two have business. Ho Signior! Signior Friscabaldo. The Lord Hipollito. My Noble Lord: my Lord Hipollito! the Duke's Son! his brave Daughters brave Husband! how does your honoured Lordship! does your Nobility remember so poor a Gentleman as Signior Orlando Friscabaldo! old mad Orlando!
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Your name I pray? Antonio Georgio. Of Millan? Yes my Lord. Ile borrow leaue To read you o're, and then we'll talke: till then Drinke vp this gold, good wits should loue good wine, This of your loues, the earnest that of mine. How now, sir, where's your Lady, not gone yet? I fart di Lady is runne away from dee, a mighty deale of ground, she sent me backe for dine owne sweet face, I pray dee come my Lord away, wut tow goe now? Is the Coach gone? Saddle my Horse the sorrell. A pox a de Horses nose, he is a lowsy rascally fellow, when I came to gird his belly, his scuruy guts rumbled, di Horse farted in my face, and dow knowest, an Irishman cannot abide a fart, but I haue saddled de Hobby-horse, di fine Hobby is ready, I pray dee my good sweet Lord, wit tow goe now, and I will-runne to de Deuill before dee? Well, sir, I pray lets see you Master Scholler. Come I pray dee, wut come sweet face? Goe. Gods so, Gentlemen, what doe we forget? What? Are not we all enioyned as this day, Thursday is't not? I as that day to be at the Linnen-drapers house at dinner? Signior Candido, the patient man. Afore Ioue, true, vpon this day hee's married. I wonder, that being so stung with a Waspe before, he dares venture againe to come about the eaues amongst Bees. Oh 'tis rare sucking a sweet Hony-combe; pray Heauen his old wife be buried deepe enough, that she rise not vp to call for her daunce, the poore Fidlers Instruments would cracke for it, shee'd tickle them: at any hand lets try what mettle is in his new Bride, if there be none, we'll put in some; troth it's a very noble Citizen, I pitty he should marry againe, Ile walke along, for it is a good old fellow. I warrant, the Wiues of Millan would giue any fellow twenty thousand Duckets, that could but haue the face to beg of the Duke, that all the Citizens in Millan might be bound to the peace of patience, as the Linnen-draper is. Oh fy vpon't, 'twould vndoe all vs that are Courtiers, we should haue no whoe with the wenches then. My Lord's come. How now, what newes? None. Your Lady is with the Duke her Father. And we'll to them both presently, whoe's that? Signior Friscabaldo. Friscabaldo, oh! pray call him, and leaue me, wee two haue businesse. Ho Signior! Signior Friscabaldo. The Lord Hipollito. My Noble Lord: my Lord Hipollito! the Dukes Sonne! his braue Daughters braue Husband! how does your honord Lordship! does your Nobility remember so poore a Gentleman as Signior Orlando Friscabaldo! old mad Orlando!