2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 22 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 0.78 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
He has given up his Cloak, and his Rapier is bound to the Peace: If you look a little higher, you may see that another hath entered into hatband for him too. six and four have put him into this sweat. Where's all his money? 'Tis put over by exchange: his doublet was going to be translated, but for me: if any man would ha' lent but half a ducat on his beard, the hair of it had stuffed a pair of breeches by this time; I had but one poor penny, and that I was glad to niggle out, and buy a holly-wand to grace him thorough the street. As hap was, his boots were on, and then I dustied, to make people think he had been riding, and I had run by him. Oh me, how does my sweet Matheo? Oh Rogue, of what devilish stuff are these Dice made off? of the parings of the devil's corns of his toes, that they run thus damnably. I prithee vex not. If any handicraft's man was ever suffered to keep shop in hell, it will be a Dice-maker; he's able to undo more souls than the Devil; I played with mine own Dice, yet lost. ha' you any money? 'las I ha' none. Must have money, must have some, must have a Cloak, and Rapier, and things: will you go set your lime-twigs, and get me some birds, some money? What lime-twigs should I set? You will not then? Must have cash and pictures: do ye hear, (frailty) shall I walk in a Plymouth Cloak, (that's to say) like a rogue, in my hose and doublet, and a crabtree cudgel in my hand, and you swim in your Satins? must have money, come. Is't bedtime, Master, that you undo my Mistress? Undo me? Yes, yes, at these riflings I have been too often. Help to flea, Pacheco. Flaying call you it? I'll pawn you byth' Lord, to your very eyebrows. With all my heart, since heaven will have me poor, As good he drowned at sea, as drowned at shore. Why hear you, sir? i'faith do not make away her Gown. Oh it's Summer, it's Summer; your only fashion for a woman now, is to be light, to be light. Why, pray sir, employ some of that money you have of mine. Thine? I'll starve first, I'll beg first; when I touch a penny of that, let these fingers ends rot. So they may, for that's past touching. I saw my twenty pounds fly high. Knowest thou never a damned Broker about the City? Damned Broker? yes, five hundred. The Gown stood me in above twenty Ducats, borrow ten of it, cannot live without silver. I'll make what I can of it, sir, I'll be your Broker, But not your damned broker: Oh thou scurvy knave, What makes a wife turn whore, but such a slave?
nodes 854–883 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 47 in this edition
Length
487 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He has giuen vp his Cloake, and his Rapier is bound to the Peace: If you looke a little higher, you may see that another hath entred into hatband for him too. Sixe and foure haue put him into this sweat. Where's all his money? 'Tis put ouer by exchange: his doublet was going to be translated, but for me: if any man would ha lent but halfe a ducket on his beard, the haire of it had stuft a paire of breeches by this time; I had but one poore penny, and that I was glad to niggle out, and buy a holly-wand to grace him thorow the streete. As hap was, his bootes were on, and then I dustied, to make people thinke he had beene riding, and I had runne by him. Oh me, how does my sweet Matheo? Oh Rogue, of what deuilish stuffe are these Dice made off? of the parings of the Deuils cornes of his toes, that they runne thus damnably. I prethee vex not. If any handy-crafts man was euer suffred to keep shop in hell, it will be a Dice-maker; he's able to vndoe more soules then the Deuill; I plaid with mine owne Dice, yet lost. Ha you any money? Las I ha none. Must haue money, must haue some, must haue a Cloake, and Rapier, and things: will you goe set your limetwigs, and get me some birds, some money? What limetwigs should I set? You will not then? Must haue cash and pictures: doe ye heare, (frailty) shall I walke in a Plimouth Cloake, (that's to say) like a rogue, in my hose and doublet, and a crabtree cudgell in my hand, and you swimme in your Sattins? must haue money, come. Is't bed-time, Master, that you vndo my Mistris? Vndoe me? Yes, yes, at these riflings I haue beene too often. Helpe to flea, Pacheco. Fleaing call you it? Ile pawne you by'th Lord, to your very eye-browes. With all my heart, since heauen will haue me poore, As good he drown'd at sea, as drown'd at shore. Why heare you, sir? yfaith doe not make away her Gowne. Oh it's Summer, it's Summer; your onely fashion for a woman now, is to be light, to be light. Why, pray sir, employ some of that money you haue of mine. Thine? Ile starue first, Ile beg first; when I touch a penny of that, let these fingers ends rot. So they may, for that's past touching. I saw my twenty pounds flye hie. Knowest thou neuer a damn'd Broker about the Citty? Damn'd Broker? yes, fiue hundred. The Gowne stood me in aboue twenty Duckets, borrow ten of it, cannot liue without siluer. Ile make what I can of it, sir, Ile be your Broker, But not your damb'd broker: Oh thou scuruy knaue, What makes a wife turne whore, but such a slaue?