2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 25 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
We have meats of all sorts of dressing; we have stewed meat for your Frenchmen, pretty light picking meat for your Italian, and that which is rotten roasted, for Don Spaniardo. A pox on't. We have Poulterers ware for your sweet bloods, as Dove, chicken, Duck, teal, Woodcock, and so forth: and butcher's meat for the Citizen: yet Muttons fall very bade this year. Stay, is not that my patient Linen Draper yonder, and my fine young smug Mistress, his wife? Sirrah Grannam, I'll give thee for thy fee twenty crowns, if thou canst but procure me the wearing of yond velvet cap. You'd wear another thing besides the cap. Y'are a Wag. Twenty crowns? we'll share, and I'll be your pulley to draw her on. Do't presently; we'll ha' some sport. Wheel you about, sweet men: do you see, I'll cheapen wares of the man, whilst Bots is doing with his wife. Too't: if we come into the shop to do you grace, we'll call you Madam. Pox a your old face, give it the badge of all scurvy faces, a Masque. What is't you lack, Gentlewoman? cambric or Lawns, or fine Hollands? Pray draw near, I can sell you a pennyworth. Some cambric for my old Lady. cambric? you shall, the purest thread in Milan. Save you, Signior Candido. How does my Noble Master? how my fair Mistress? My Worshipful good Servant, view it well, for 'tis both fine and even. Cry you mercy, Madam, though masked, I thought it should be you by your man. Pray Signior, show her the best, for she commonly deals for good ware. Then this shall fit her, this is for your Ladyship. A word, I pray, there is a waiting gentlewoman of my Ladies: her name is Ruyna, says she's your Kinswoman, and that you should be one of her Ants. One of her Ants? troth sir, I know her not. If it please you to bestow the poor labour of your legs at any time, I will be your convoy thither? I am a Snail, sir, seldom leave my house, if't please her to visit me, she shall be welcome. Do you hear? the naked troth is: my Lady hath a young Knight, her son, who loves you, y'are made, if you lay hold upon't: this jewel he sends you. Sir, I return his love and jewel with scorn; let go my hand, or I shall call my husband. You are an arrant Knave. What, will she do? Do? they shall all do if Bots sets upon them once, she was as if she had professed the trade, squeamish at first, at last I showed her this jewel, said, a Knight sent it her. Is't gold, and right stones? Copper, Copper, I go a fishing with these baits. She nibbled, but would not swallow the hook, because the Cunger-head her husband was by: but she bids the Gentleman name any afternoon, and she'll meet him at her Garden house, which I know.
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We haue meates of all sorts of dressing; we haue stew'd meat for your Frenchmen, pretty light picking meat for your Italian, and that which is rotten roasted, for Don Spaniardo. A pox on't. We haue Poulterers ware for your sweet bloods, as Doue, Chickin, Ducke, Teale, Woodcocke, and so forth: and Butchers meat for the Cittizen: yet Muttons fall very bad this yeere. Stay, is not that my patient Linnen Draper yonder, and my fine yong smug Mistris, his wife? Sirra Grannam, Ile giue thee for thy fee twenty crownes, if thou canst but procure me the wearing of yon veluet cap. You'd weare another thing besides the cap. Y'are a Wag. Twenty crownes? we'li share, and Ile be your pully to draw her on. Doo't presently; we'll ha some sport. Wheele you about, sweet men: doe you see, Ile cheapen wares of the man, whilest Bots is doing with his wife. Too't: if we come into the shop to doe you grace, wee'll call you Madam. Pox a your old face, giue it the badge of all scuruy faces, a Masque. What is't you lacke, Gentlewoman? Cambricke or Lawnes, or fine Hollands? Pray draw neere, I can sell you a penny-worth. Some Cambricke for my old Lady. Cambricke? you shall, the purest thred in Millan. Saue you, Signior Candido. How does my Noble Master? how my faire Mistris? My Worshipfull good Seruant, view it well, for 'tis both fine and euen. Cry you mercy, Madam, tho mask'd, I thought it should be you by your man. Pray' Signior, shew her the best, for she commonly deales for good ware. Then this shall fit her, this is for your Ladiship. A word, I pray, there is a waiting Gentlewomon of my Ladies: her name is Ruyna, saies she's your Kinswoman, and that you should be one of her Aunts. One of her Aunts? troth sir, I know her not. If it please you to bestow the poore labour of your legs at any time, I will be your conuoy thither? I am a Snaile, sir, seldome leaue my house, if't please her to visit me, she shall be welcome. Doe you heare? the naked troth is: my Lady hath a yong Knight, her sonne, who loues you, y'are made, if you lay hold vpont: this Iewell he sends you. Sir, I returne his loue and Iewell with scorne; let goe my hand, or I shall call my husband. You are an arrant Knaue. What, will she doe? Doe? they shall all doe if Bots sets vpon them once, she was as if she had profest the trade, squeamish at first, at last I shewed her this Iewell, said, a Kuight sent it her. Is't gold, and right stones? Copper, Copper, I goe a fishing with these baites. She nibbled, but wud not swallow the hooke, because the Cunger-head her husband was by: but shee bids the Gentleman name any afternoone, and she'll meet him at her Garden house, which I know.