2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 28 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 0.85 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Pox on him, kneel to a Dog? She that's a Whore, Lives gallant, fares well, is not (like me) poor, I ha' now as small acquaintance with that sin, As if I had never known it; that, never been. No acquaintance with it? what maintains thee then? how dost live then? has thy husband any Lands? any Rents coming in, any Stock going, any Ploughs jogging, any Ships sailing? hast thou any Wares to turn, so much as to get a single penny by? yes, thou hast Ware to sell, Knaves are thy Chapmen, and thy Shop is Hell. Do you hear, sir? So sir, I do hear, sir, more of you than you dream I do. You fly a little too high, sir. Why, sir, too high? I ha' suffered your tongue, like a bard Cater tra, to run all this while, and ha' not stopped it. Well, sir, you talk like a Gamester. If you come to bark at her, because she's a poor rogue; look you, here's a fine path, sir, and there, there the door. Matheo? Your blue Coats stay for you, sir. I love a good honest roaring Boy, and so— That's the Devil. Sir, sir, I'll ha' no Ioues in my house to thunder avaunt: she shall live and be maintained, when you, like a keg of musty Sturgeon, shall stink. Where? in your Coffin. How? be a musty fellow, and lousy. I know she shall be maintained, but how? she like a Quean, thou like a Knave; she like a Whore, thou like a Thief. Thief? Zounds Thief? Good dearest Mat.— Father. Pox on you both, I'll not be braved: New Satin scorns to be put down with bare bawdy Velvet. Thief? I Thief, thouart a Murderer, a Cheater, a Whoremonger, a Pothunter, a Borrower, a Beggar— Dear Father. An old Ass, a Dog, a Churl, a chuff, an Usurer, a Villain, a Moth, a mangy Mule, with an old velvet foot-cloth on his back, sir. Oh me! Varlet, for this I'll hang thee. Ha, ha, alas. Thou keepest a man of mine here, under my nose. Under thy beard. As arrant a smell-smock, for an old muttonmonger, as thyself. No, as yourself. As arrant a purse-take. as ever cried, Stand, yet a good fellow, I confess, and valiant, but he'll bring thee toth' Gallows; you both have robbed of late two poor Country Pedlars. How's this? how's this? dost thou fly high? rob Pedlars? bear witness Front, rob Pedlars? my man and I a Thief? Oh, sir, no more. I Knave, two Pedlars, hue and cry is up, Warrants are out, and I shall see thee climb a Ladder. And come down again as well as a Bricklayer, or a tiler. How the vengeance knows he this? If I be hanged, I'll tell the people I married old Friscabaldo's Daughter, I'll frisco you, and your old carcase.
nodes 1083–1119 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 47 in this edition
Length
485 words · 739 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.846 (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)
Pox on him, kneele to a Dog? She that's a Whore, Liues gallant, fares well, is not (like me) poore, I ha now as small acquaintance with that sinne, As if I had neuer knowne it; that, neuer bin. No acquaintance with it? what maintaines thee then? how doest liue then? has thy husband any Lands? any Rents comming in, any Stocke going, any Ploughs iogging, any Ships sailing? hast thou any Wares to turne, so much as to get a single penny by? yes, thou hast Ware to sell, Knaues are thy Chapmen, and thy Shop is Hell. Doe you heare, sir? So sir, I do heare, sir, more of you then you dreame I do. You flie a little too hie, sir. Why, sir, too hie? I ha suffred your tongue, like a bard Cater tra, to runne all this while, and ha not stopt it. Well, sir, you talke like a Gamester. If you come to bark at her, because shee's a poore rogue; look you, here's a fine path, sir, and there, there the doore. Matheo? Your blue Coates stay for you, sir. I loue a good honest roaring Boy, and so— That's the Deuill. Sir, sir, Ile ha no Ioues in my house to thunder Auaunt: she shall liue and be maintained, when you, like a keg of musty Sturgeon, shall stinke. Where? in your Coffin. How? be a musty fellow, and lowsie. I know she shall be maintained, but how? she like a Queane, thou like a Knaue; she like a Whore, thou like a Thiefe. Theife? Zounds Thiefe? Good dearest Mat.—Father. Pox on you both, Ile not be braued: New Sattin scornes to be put downe with bare bawdy Veluet. Thiefe? I Thiefe, th'art a Murtherer, a Cheater, a Whore-monger, a Pot-hunter, a Borrower, a Begger— Deare Father. An old Asse, a Dog, a Churle, a Chuffe, an Vsurer, a Villaine, a Moth, a mangy Mule, with an old veluet foot-cloth on his backe, sir. Oh me! Varlet, for this Ile hang thee. Ha, ha, alas. Thou keepest a man of mine here, vnder my nose. Vnder thy beard. As arrant a smell-smocke, for an old Mutton-munger, as thy selfe. No, as your selfe. As arrant a purse-take. as euer cride, Stand, yet a good fellow, I confesse, and valiant, but he'll bring thee to'th Gallowes; you both haue robd of late two poore Country Pedlers. How's this? how's this? doest thou flie hie? rob Pedlers? beare witnes Front, rob Pedlers? my man and I a Thiefe? Oh, sir, no more. I Knaue, two Pedlers, hue and cry is vp, Warrants are out, and I shall see thee climbe a Ladder. And come downe againe as well as a Bricklayer, or a Tyler. How the vengeance knowes he this? If I be hanged, Ile tell the people I married old Friscabaldoes Daughter, Ile frisco you, and your old carkas.