2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 13 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.69 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Or so much as a Gammon of Bacon, he'll give it his Dogs first. A jail, a jail. A Iew, a Iew, sir. A Dog. An English Mastiff, sir. Pox rot out his old stinking garbage. Art not ashamed to strike an absent man thus? Art not ashamed to let this vild Dog bark, And bite my Father thus? I'll not endure it; Out of my doors, base slave. Your doors! a vengeance? I shall live to cut that old rogues throat, for all you take his part thus. He shall live to see thee hanged first. God's so my Lord, your Lordship is most welcome, I'm proud of this, my Lord. Was bold to see you. Is that your wife? Yes sir. I'll borrow her lip. With all my heart, my Lord. Who's this, I pray sir? My Lord Hipollito: what's thy name? Pacheco. Pacheco, fine name; Thou seest, Pacheco, I keep company with no scoundrels, nor base fellows. Came not my Footman to you? Yes my Lord. I sent by him a Diamond and a Letter, Did you receive them? Yes my Lord, I did. Read you the letter? o'er and o'er 'tis read. And faith your answer? Now the time's not fit, You see, my Husbands here. I'll now then leave you, And choose mine hour; but ere I part away, Hark, you remember I must have no nay. Matheo, I will leave you. A glass of wine. Not now, I'll visit you at other times. Y'are come off well then? Excellent well, I thank your Lordship: I owe you my life, my Lord; and will pay my best blood in any service of yours. I'll take no such dear payment, hark you Matheo, I know, the prison is a gulf, if money run low with you, my purse is yours: call for it. Faith my Lord, I thank my stars, they send me down some; I cannot sink, so long as these bladders hold. I will not see your fortunes ebb, pray try. To starve in full barns were fond modesty. Open the door, sirrah. Drink this, and anon I pray thee give thy Mistress this. O Noble Spirit, if no worse guests here dwell, My blue coat sits on my old shoulders well. The only royal fellow, he's bounteous as the Indies, what's that he said to thee, Bellafront? Nothing. I prithee good Girl? Why I tell you nothing. Nothing? it's well: tricks, that I must be beholden to a scald hot-livered goatish Gallant, to stand with my cap in my hand, and veil bonnet, when I ha' spread as lofty sails as himself, would I had been hanged. Nothing! Pacheco, brush my cloak. Where is't, sir? Come, we'll fly high. Nothing? there is a whore still in thine eye.
nodes 457–514 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 47 in this edition
Length
465 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.686 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Or so much as a Gammon of Bacon, Hee'll giue it his Dogs first. A Iayle, a Iayle. A Iew, a Iew, sir. A Dog. An English Mastiffe, sir. Pox rot out his old stinking garbage. Art not ashamed to strike an absent man thus? Art not ashamed to let this vild Dog barke, And bite my Father thus? Ile not indure it; Out of my doores, base slaue. Your dores! a vengeance? I shall liue to cut that old rogues throat, for all you take his part thus. He shall liue to see thee hangd first. Gods so my Lord, your Lordship is most welcome, I'm proud of this, my Lord. Was bold to see you. Is that your wife? Yes sir. Ile borrow her lip. With all my heart, my Lord. Who's this, I pray sir? My Lord Hipollito: what's thy name? Pacheco. Pacheco, fine name; Thou seest, Pacheco, I keepe company with no Scondrels, nor base fellowes. Came not my Footman to you? Yes my Lord. I sent by him a Diamond and a Letter, Did you receiue them? Yes my Lord, I did. Read you the letter? O're and o're 'tis read. And faith your answer? Now the time's not fit, You see, my Husbands here. Ile now then leaue you, And choose mine houre; but ere I part away, Harke, you remember I must haue no nay. Matheo, I will leaue you. A glasse of wine. Not now, Ile visit you at other times. Y'are come off well then? Excellent well, I thanke your Lordship: I owe you my life, my Lord; and will pay my best blood in any seruice of yours. Ile take no such deare payment, harke you Matheo, I know, the prison is a gulfe, if money runne low with you, my purse is yours: call for it. Faith my Lord, I thanke my starres, they send me downe some; I cannot sinke, so long as these bladders hold. I will not see your fortunes ebbe, pray try. To starue in full barnes were fond modesty. Open the doore, sirra. Drinke this, and anon I pray thee giue thy Mistris this. O Noble Spirit, if no worse guests here dwell, My blue coate sits on my old shoulders well. The onely royall fellow, he's bounteous as the Indies, what's that he said to thee, Bellafront? Nothing. I prethee good Girle? Why I tell you nothing. Nothing? it's well: trickes, that I must be beholden to a scald hot-liuerd gotish Gallant, to stand with my cap in my hand, and vaile bonnet, when I ha spred as lofty sayles as himselfe, wud I had beene hanged. Nothing▪ Pacheco, brush my cloake. Where is't, sir? Come, wee'll flye hye. Nothing? there is a whore still in thine eye.