2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 30 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 0.79 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I could tear (byth' Lord) his flesh, and eat his midriff in salt, as I eat this:— must I choke— my Father Friscabaldo, I shall make a pitiful Hog-louse of you Orlando, if you fall once into my fingers— Here's the savourest meat: I ha' got a stomach with chasing. What Rogue should tell him of those two Pedlars? A plague choke him, and gnaw him to the bare bones: come fill. Thou sweatest with very anger, good sweet, vex not, 'las, 'tis no fault of mine. Where didst buy this Mutton? I never felt better ribs. A neighbour sent it me. Hah, neighbour? foh, my mouth stinks, you whore, do you beg victuals for me? Is this Satin doublet to be bombasted with broken meat? What will you do, sir? Beat out the brains of a beggarly— Beat out an ass's head of your own; away, Mistress. 'zounds, do but touch one hair of her, and I'll so quilt your cap with old Iron, that your coxcomb shall ache the worse these seven years for't: Does she look like a roasted rabbit, that you must have the head for the brains? Ha, ha: Go out of my doors, you Rogue, away, four marks trudge. four marks? no, sir, my twenty pound that you ha' made fly high, and I am gone. Must I be fed with chippings? y'are best get a clapdish, and say y'are Proctor to some Spittle-house. Where hast thou been, Pacheco? come hither my little turkey-cock. I cannot abide, sir, to see a woman wronged, not I. Sirrah, here was my Father-in-law today. Pish, then y'are full of Crowns. Hang him, he would ha' thrust crowns upon me, to have fall'n in again, but I scorn cast-clothes, or any man's gold. But mine: how did he brook that (sir?) Oh: swore like a dozen of drunken Tinkers; at last growing foul in words, he and four of his men drew upon me, sir. In your house? would I had been by. I made no more ado, but fell to my old lock, and so thrashed my blue Coats, and old crabtree-face my father-in-law, and then walked like a Lion in my grate. Oh Noble Master! Sirrah, he could tell me of the robbing the two Pedlars, and that warrants are out for us both. Good, sir, I like not those crackers. Crack halter, wilt set thy foot to mine? How, sir? at drinking. We'll pull that old Crow my Father: rob thy Master. I know the house, thou the servants: the purchase is rich, the plot to get it easy, the Dog will not part from a bone. Plucked out of his throat then: I'll snarl for one, if this can bite. Say no more, say no more, old coal, meet me anon at the sign of the Shipwreck. Yes, sir. And dost hear, man?— the Shipwreck. thouart at the Shipwreck now, and like a swimmer Bold (but unexpert) with those waves dost play, Whose dalliance (whorelike) is to cast thee away.
nodes 1162–1193 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 47 in this edition
Length
506 words · 738 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I could teare (by'th Lord) his flesh, and eate his midriffe in salt, as I eate this:—must I choake—my Father Friscabaldo, I shall make a pittifull Hog-louse of you Orlando, if you fall once into my fingers—Here's the sauorest meat: I ha got a stomacke with chasing. What Rogue should tell him of those two Pedlers? A plague choake him, and gnaw him to the bare bones: come fill. Thou sweatest with very anger, good sweet, vex not, 'las, 'tis no fault of mine. Where didst buy this Mutton? I neuer felt better ribbes. A neighbour sent it me. Hah, neighbour? foh, my mouth stinkes, you whore, doe you beg victuals for me? Is this Sattin doublet to bee bumbasted with broken meat? What will you doe, sir? Beat out the braines of a beggerly— Beat out an Asses head of your owne; away, Mistris. Zownds, doe but touch one haire of her, and Ile so quilt your cap with old Iron, that your coxcombe shall ake the worse these seuen yeeres for't: Does she looke like a roasted Rabbet, that you must haue the head for the braines? Ha, ha: Goe out of my doores, you Rogue, away, foure markes trudge. Foure markes? no, sir, my twenty pound that you ha made flie hie, and I am gone. Must I be fed with chippings? y'are best get a clapdish, and say y'are Proctor to some Spittle-house. Where hast thou beene, Pacheco? come hither my little Turkycocke. I cannot abide, sir, to see a woman wrong'd, not I. Sirra, here was my Father-in-law to day. Pish, then y'are full of Crownes. Hang him, he would ha thrust crownes vpon me, to haue falne in againe, but I scorne cast-cloathes, or any mans gold. But mine: how did he brooke that (sir?) Oh: swore like a dozen of drunken Tinkers; at last growing foule in words, he and foure of his men drew vpon me, sir. In your house? wud I had bin by. I made no more adoe, but fell to my old locke, and so thrashed my blue Coates, and old crabtree-face my father-in-law, and then walkt like a Lion in my grate. Oh Noble Master! Sirra, he could tell me of the robbing the two Pedlers, and that warrants are out for vs both. Good, sir, I like not those crackers. Crack halter, wut set thy foot to mine? How, sir? at drinking. We'll pull that old Crow my Father: rob thy Master. I know the house, thou the seruants: the purchase is rich, the plot to get it easie, the Dog will not part from a bone. Pluck't out of his throat then: Ile snarle for one, if this can bite. Say no more, say no more, old cole, meet me anon at the signe of the Shipwracke. Yes, sir. And dost heare, man?—the Shipwracke. Th'art at the Shipwracke now, and like a swimmer Bold (but vnexpert) with those waues doest play, Whose dalliance (whorelike) is to cast thee away.