2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 39 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Any man that has borne Office of Constable, or any woman that has fall'n from a Horseload to a Cartload, or like an old Hen that has had none but rotten eggs in her nest, can direct you to her: there you shall see your Punk amongst her back-friends, there you may have her at your will, for there she beats Chalk, or grinds in the Mill, with a whip deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle; ah little monkey. What Rogue durst serve that Warrant, knowing I loved her? Some Worshipful Rascal, I lay my life. I'll beat the Lodgings down about their ears That are her Keepers. So you may bring an old house over her head. I'll to her— I'll to her, stood armed Fiends to guard the doors. Oh me! what Monsters are men made by whores? If this false fire do Kindle him, there's one Faggot More to the bonfire, now to my Bridewell Birds, What Song will they sing? Your Bridewell? that the name? for beauty, strength, Capacity and form of ancient building, (Besides the river's neighbourhood) few houses Wherein we keep our Court can better it. Hither from foreign Courts have Princes come, And with our Duke did Acts of State Commence, Here that great Cardinal had first audience, (The grave campaign,) that Duke dead, his Son (That famous Prince) gave free possession Of this his Palace, to the Citizens, To be the poor man's warehouse: and endowed it With Lands toth' value of seven hundred mark, With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper (As the Lands then were) to an Hospital Belonging to a Duke of Savoy. Thus Fortune can toss the World, a PRINCE's Court Is thus a prison now. 'Tis Fortune's sport: These changes common are: the Wheel of Fate Turns Kingdoms up, till they fall desolate. But how are these seven hundred Marks byth' year employed in this your Workhouse? War and Peace Feed both upon those Lands: when the Iron doors Of wars burst open, from this House are sent Men furnished in all Martial Compliment. The Moon hath thorough her Bow scarce drawn toth' head, (Like to twelve silver Arrows) all the Months, Since 1600. Soldiers went aboard: Here Providence and Charity play such parts, The House is like a very School of Arts, For when our Soldiers (like Ships driven from Sea, With ribs all broken, and with tattered sides,) Cast anchor here again, their ragged backs How often do we cover? that (like men) They may be sent to their own Homes again. All here are but one swarm of Bees, and strive To bring with wearied thighs honey to the Hive. The sturdy Beggar, and the lazy Loon, Gets here hard hands, or laced Correction. The Vagabond grows stayed, and learns to' bey, The Drone is beaten well, and sent away As other prisons are, (some for the Thief, Some, by which undone Credit gets relief From bridled Debtors; others for the poor) So this is for the Bawd, the Rogue, and Whore. An excellent team of Horse.
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Any man that has borne Office of Constable, or any woman that has falne from a Horse-load to a Cart-load, or like an old Hen that has had none but rotten egges in her nest, can direct you to her: there you shall see your Puncke amongst her back-friends, there you may haue her at your will, for there she beates Chalke, or grindes in the Mill, with a whip deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle; ah little monkey. What Rogue durst serue that Warrant, knowing I loued her? Some Worshipfull Rascall, I lay my life. Ile beat the Lodgings downe about their eares That are her Keepers. So you may bring an old house ouer her head. Ile to her— Ile to her, stood armed Fiends to guard the doores. Oh me! what Monsters are men made by whores? If this false fire doe Kindle him, there's one Faggot More to the bonfire, now to my Bridewell Birds, What Song will they sing? Your Bridewell? that the name? for beauty, strength, Capacity and forme of ancient building, (Besides the Riuers neighbourhood) few houses Wherein we keepe our Court can better it. Hither from forraigne Courts haue Princes come, And with our Duke did Acts of State Commence, Here that great Cardinall had first audience, (The graue Campayne,) that Duke dead, his Sonne (That famous Prince) gaue free possession Of this his Palace, to the Cittizens, To be the poore mans ware-house: and endowed it With Lands to'th valew of seuen hundred marke, With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper (As the Lands then were) to an Hospitall Belonging to a Duke of Sauoy. Thus Fortune can tosse the World, a Princes Court Is thus a prison now. 'Tis Fortunes sport: These changes common are: the Wheele of Fate Turnes Kingdomes vp, till they fall desolate. But how are these seuen hundred Markes by'th yeere Imployde in this your Worke-house? Warre and Peace Feed both vpon those Lands: when the Iron doores Of warres burst open, from this House are sent Men furnisht in all Martiall Complement. The Moone hath thorow her Bow scarce drawn to'th head, (Like to twelue siluer Arrowes) all the Moneths, Since 1600. Soldiers went aboord: Here Prouidence and Charity play such parts, The House is like a very Schoole of Arts, For when our Soldiers (like Ships driuen from Sea, With ribs all broken, and with tatterd sides,) Cast anchor here agen, their ragged backes How often doe we couer? that (like men) They may be sent to their owne Homes agen. All here are but one swarme of Bees, and striue To bring with wearied thighs honey to the Hiue. The sturdy Begger, and the lazy Lowne, Gets here hard hands, or lac'd Correction. The Vagabond growes stay'd, and learnes to 'bey, The Drone is beaten well, and sent away As other prisons are, (some for the Thiefe, Some, by which vndone Credit gets reliefe From bridled Debtors; others for the poore) So this is for the Bawd, the Rogue, and Whore. An excellent Teeme of Horse.