2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 16 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Well, say she's nipped. It will so overchange her heart with grief, That like a Cannon, when her sighs go off, She in her duty either will recoil, Or break in pieces and so die: her death, By my unkindness might be counted murder. Die? never, never; I do not bid you beat her, nor give her black eyes, nor pinch her sides: but cross her humours. Are not Bakers arms the scales of justice? yet is not their bread light? and may not you I pray bridle her with a sharp bit, yet ride her gently? Well, I will try your pills, do you your faithful service, and be ready still at a pinch to help me in this part, or else I shall be out clean. Come, come, I'll prompt you. I'll call her forth now, shall I? Do, do, bravely. Luke, I pray bid your Mistress to come hither. Luke, I pray bid your Mistress to come hither. Sirrah, bid my wife come to me: why, when? Presently, sir, she comes. La you, there's the echo, she comes. What is your pleasure with me? marry wife, I have intent, and (you see) this stripling here, He bears good will and liking to my trade, And means to deal in Linen. Yes indeed, sir, I would deal in Linen, if my Mistress like me so well as I like her? I hope to find him honest, pray good wife look that his bed and chamber be made ready. Y'are best to let him hire me for his maid? I look to his bed? look to't yourself. even so I swear to you a great oath. Swear, cry Zounds. I will not, go to wife, I will not, That your great oath? Swallow these gudgeons. Well said. Then fast, than you may choose. You know at Table What tricks you played, swaggered, broke glasses! Fie, Fie, fie, fie: and now before my Prentice here You make an ass of me; thou, (what shall I call thee?) even what you will. Call her arrant whore. Oh fie, by no means, then she'll call me Cuckold, sirrah, go look toth' shop: how does this show? Excellent well, I'll go look to the shop, sir. Fine cambrics, Lawns, what do you lack. A cursed cow's milk I ha' drunk once before, And 'twas so rank in taste, I'll drink no more. Wife, I'll tame you. You may, sir, if you can, But at a wrestling I have seen a fellow Limbed like an Ox, thrown by a little man. And so you'll throw me. Reach me (Knaves) a yard. A Yard for my Master. My Master is grown valiant. I'll teach you fencing tricks. Rare, rare; a prize. What will you do, sir? marry, my good Prentice, nothing but breathe my wife. Breathe me with your yard? No, he'll but measure you out, forsooth.
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Well, say she's nipt. It will so ouerchange her heart with griefe, That like a Cannon, when her sighes goe off, She in her duty either will recoyle, Or breake in pieces and so dye: her death, By my vnkindnesse might be counted murther. Dye? neuer, neuer; I doe not bid you beat her, nor giue her blacke eyes, nor pinch her sides: but crosse her humours. Are not Bakers armes the skales of Iustice? yet is not their bread light? and may not you I pray bridle her with a sharpe bit, yet ride her gently? Well, I will try your pills, doe you your faithfull seruice, and bee ready still at a pinch to helpe me in this part, or else I shall be out cleane. Come, come, Ile prompt you. Ile call her forth now, shall I? Doe, doe, brauely. Luke, I pray bid your Mistris to come hither. Luke, I pray bid your Mistris to come hither. Sirra, bid my wife come to me: why, when? Presently, sir, she comes. La you, there's the eccho, she comes. What is your pleasure with me? Mary wife, I haue intent, and (you see) this stripling here, He beares good will and liking to my trade, And meanes to deale in Linnen. Yes indeed, sir, I would deale in Linnen, if my Mistris like me so well as I like her? I hope to finde him honest, pray good wife looke that his bed and chamber be made ready. Y'are best to let him hire mee for his maide? I looke to his bed? looke too't your selfe. Euen so I sweare to you a great oath. Sweare, cry Zoundes. I will not, goe to wife, I will not, That your great oath? Swallow these gudgeons. Well said. Then fast, then you may choose. You know at Table What trickes you played, swaggerd, broke glasses! Fie, Fie, fie, fie: and now before my Prentice here You make an asse of me; thou, (what shall I call thee?) Euen what you will. Call her arrant whore. Oh fie, by no meanes, then she'll call me Cuckold, sirrah, goe looke to'th shop: how does this show? Excellent well, Ile goe looke to the shop, sir. Fine Cambricks, Lawnes, what doe you lacke. A curst Cowes milke I ha drunke once before, And 'twas so ranke in taste, Ile drinke no more. Wife, Ile tame you. You may, sir, if you can, But at a wrastling I haue seene a fellow Limbd like an Oxe, throwne by a little man. And so you'll throw me. Reach me (Knaues) a yard. A Yard for my Master. My Master is growne valiant. Ile teach you fencing trickes. Rare, rare; a prize. What will you doe, sir? Mary, my good Prentice, nothing but breathe my wife. Breathe me with your yard? No, he'll but measure you out, forsooth.