2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 19 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 481 words
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Here's honeyed poison, to me he ne'er thus writ, But Lust can set a double edge on wit. Nay, that's true, Madam, a wench will whet any thing, if it be not too dull. Oaths, promises, preferments, jewels, gold, What snares should break, if all these cannot hold? What creature is thy Mistress? One of those creatures that are contrary to man; a woman. What manner of woman? A little tiny woman, lower than your Ladyship by head and shoulders, but as mad a wench as ever unlaced a petticoat: these things should I indeed have delivered to my Lord your Husband. They are delivered better: Why should she send back these things? Ware, ware, there's knavery. Strumpets like cheating gamesters will not win At first: these are but baits to draw him in. How might I learn his hunting hours? The Irish Footman can tell you all his hunting hours, the Park he hunts in, the do he would strike, that Irish Shackatory beats the bush for him, and knows all; he brought that Letter, and that Ring; he is the Carrier. Knowest thou what other gifts have passed between them? Little S. Patrick knows all. Him I'll examine presently. Not whilst I am here, sweet Madam. Be gone then, & what lies in me command. Come hither sirrah, how much cost those Satins, and cloth of Silver, which my husband sent by you to a low Gentlewoman yonder? Faat Satins? faat Silvers, faat low Gentlefolks? dow pratest dow knowest not what, yfaat la. She there, to whom you carried letters. By dis hand and bod dow sayst true, if I did so, oh how? I know not a letter a de Book yfaat la. Did your Lord never send you with a Ring, sir, set with a Diamond? Never, sa crees sa me, never; he may run at a thousand rings yfaat, and I never hold his stirrup, till he leap into de saddle. By S. Patrick, Madam, I never touch my Lords Diamond, nor ever had to do, yfaat la, with any of his precious stones. Are you so close, you Bawd, you pandering slave? How now? why Infaelice? what's your quarrel? Out of my sight, base varlet, get thee gone. Away you rogue. Slawne loot, fare de well, fare de well. Ah marragh frofat boddah breen. What, grown a fighter? prithee what's the matter? If you'll needs know, it was about the clock: how works the day, my Lord, (pray) by your watch? Lest you cuff me, I'll tell you presently: I am near two. How, two? I am scarce at one. One of us then goes false. Then sure 'tis you, Mine goes by heaven's Dial, (the Sun) and it goes true. I think (indeed) mine runs somewhat too fast. Set it to mine (at one) then. One? 'tis past: 'Tis past one by the Sun.
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Here's honied poyson, to me he ne'r thus writ, But Lust can set a double edge on wit. Nay, that's true, Madam, a wench will whet any thing, if it be not too dull. Oathes, promises, preferments, Iewels, gold, What snares should breake, if all these cannot hold? What creature is thy Mistris? One of those creatures that are contrary to man; a woman. What manner of woman? A little tiny woman, lower then your Ladiship by head and shoulders, but as mad a wench as euer vnlaced a petticote: these things should I indeed haue deliuered to my Lord your Husband. They are deliuered better: Why should she send backe these things? Ware, ware, there's knauery. Strumpets like cheating gamesters will not win At first: these are but baites to draw him in. How might I learne his hunting houres? The Irish Footman can tell you all his hunting houres, the Parke he hunts in, the Doe he would strike, that Irish Shackatory beates the bush for him, and knowes all; he brought that Letter, and that Ring; he is the Carrier. Knowest thou what other gifts haue past betweene them? Little S. Patricke knowes all. Him Ise examine presently. Not whilest I am here, sweet Madam. Be gon then, & what lyes in me command. Come hither sirra, how much cost those Satins, and cloth of Siluer, which my husband sent by you to a low Gentlewoman yonder? Faat Sattins? faat Siluers, faat low Gentlefolkes? dow pratest dow knowest not what, yfaat la. She there, to whom you carried letters. By dis hand and bod dow saist true, if I did so, oh how? I know not a letter a de Booke yfaat la. Did your Lord neuer send you with a Ring, sir, set with a Diamond? Neuer, sa crees sa me, neuer; he may runne at a towsand rings yfaat, and I neuer hold his stirrop, till he leape into de saddle. By S. Patricke, Madam, I neuer touch my Lords Diamond, nor euer had to doe, yfaat la, with any of his precious stones. Are you so close, you Bawd, you pandring slaue? How now? why Infaelice? what's your quarrell? Out of my sight, base varlet, get thee gone. Away you rogue. Slawne loot, fare de well, fare de well. Ah marragh frofat boddah breen. What, growne a fighter? prethee what's the matter? If you'll needs know, it was about the clocke: how workes the day, my Lord, (pray) by your watch? Lest you cuffe me, Ile tell you presently: I am neere two. How, two? I am scarce at one. One of vs then goes false. Then sure 'tis you, Mine goes by heauens Diall, (the Sunne) and it goes true. I thinke (indeed) mine runnes somewhat too fast. Set it to mine (at one) then. One? 'tis past: 'Tis past one by the Sunne.