2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 40 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.71 · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Nor is it seen, That the whip draws blood here, to cool the Spleen Of any rugged Bencher: nor does offence Feel smart, or spiteful, or rash evidence: But pregnant testimony forth must stand, Ere justice leave them in the Beadle's hand, As Iron, on the Anvil are they laid, Not to take blows alone, but to be made And fashioned to some Charitable use. Thus wholsom'st Laws spring from the worst abuse. Let mercy touch your heartstrings (gracious Lord) That it may sound like music in the ear Of a man desperate, (being i'th' hands of Law.) His name? Matheo. For a robbery? where is she? In this House. Fetch you him hither— Is this the Party? This is the Hen, my Lord, that the Cock (with the Lordly comb) your son-in-law would crow over, and tread. Are your two Servants ready? My two Pedlars are packed together, my good Lord. 'Tis well: this day in judgement shall be spent, Vice (like a wound lanced) mends by punishment. Let me be gone, my Lord, or stand unseen; 'Tis rare when a judge strikes, and that none die, And 'tis unfit then, women should be by. we'll place you, Lady, in some private room. Pray do so. Thus nice Dames swear, it is unfit their eyes sold view men carved up for Anatomies, Yet they'll see all, so they may stand unseen, Many women sure will sin behind a screen. Your Son (the Lord Hipollito) is entered. Tell him we wish his presence. A word Storsa: On what wings flew he hither? These, I told him— his Lark whom he loved, was a Bridewell Bird, he's mad that this Cage should hold her, and is come to let her out. 'Tis excellent: away, go call him hither. You are to us a stranger (worthy Lord) 'Tis strange to see you here. It is most fit, That where the Sun goes, attorneys follow it. attorneys neither shape, nor honour bear: Be you yourself, a Sunbeam to shine clear. Is this the Gentleman? Stand forth & hear your accusation. I'll hear none: I fly high in that: rather than Kites shall seize upon me, and pick out mine eyes to my face, I'll strike my talons thorough mine own heart first, and spit my blood in theirs: I am here for shriving those two fools of their sinful pack: when those jackdaws have cawed over me, then must I cry guilty, or not guilty; the Law has work enough already, and therefore I'll put no work of mine into his hands, the Hangman shall ha''t first, I did pluck those Ganders, did rob them. 'Tis well done to confess. Confess and be hanged, and then I fly high, is't not so? that for that a gallows is the worst rub that a good Bowler can meet with: I stumbled against such a post, else this night I had played the part of a true Son in these days, undone my Father-in-law, with him would I ha' run at leapfrog, and come over his gold, though I had broke his neck for't: but the poor Salmon Trout is now in the Net.
nodes 1678–1725 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 47 in this edition
Length
529 words · 722 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.713 (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)
Nor is it seene, That the whip drawes blood here, to coole the Spleene Of any rugged Bencher: nor does offence Feele smart, or spitefull, or rash euidence: But pregnant testimony forth must stand, Ere Iustice leaue them in the Beadles hand, As Iron, on the Anuill are they laid, Not to take blowes alone, but to be made And fashioned to some Charitable vse. Thus wholsom'st Lawes spring from the worst abuse. Let mercy touch your heart-strings (gracious Lord) That it may sound like musike in the eare Of a man desperate, (being i'th hands of Law.) His name? Matheo. For a robbery? where is she? In this House. Fetch you him hither— Is this the Party? This is the Hen, my Lord, that the Cocke (with the Lordly combe) your Sonne-in-law would crow ouer, and tread. Are your two Seruants ready? My two Pedlers are pack'd together, my good Lord. 'Tis well: this day in Iudgement shall be spent, Vice (like a wound launc'd) mends by punishment. Let me be gone, my Lord, or stand vnseene; 'Tis rare when a Iudge strikes, and that none dye, And 'tis vnfit then, women should be by. Wee'll place you, Lady, in some priuat roome. Pray doe so. Thus nice Dames sweare, it is vnfit their eyes Sould view men caru'd vp for Anatomies, Yet they'll see all, so they may stand vnseene, Many women sure will sinne behind a Skreene. Your Sonne (the Lord Hipollito) is entred. Tell him we wish his presence. A word Storsa: On what wings flew he hither? These, I told him—his Larke whom he loued, was a Bridewell Bird, he's mad that this Cage should hold her, and is come to let her out. 'Tis excellent: away, goe call him hither. You are to vs a stranger (worthy Lord) 'Tis strange to see you here. It is most fit, That where the Sunne goes, Attomyes follow it. Attomyes neither shape, nor honour beare: Be you yourselfe, a Sunne-beame to shine cleare. Is this the Gentleman? Stand forth & heare your accusation. Ile heare none: I flie hie in that: rather then Kites shall seize vpon me, and picke out mine eyes to my face, Ile strike my tallons thorow mine owne heart first, and spit my blood in theirs: I am here for shriuing those two fooles of their sinfull packe: when those Iack-dawes haue cawde ouer me, then must I cry guilty, or not guilty; the Law has worke enough already, and therefore Ile put no worke of mine into his hands, the Hangman shall ha't first, I did pluck those Ganders, did rob them. 'Tis well done to confesse. Confesse and be hanged, and then I flie hie, is't not so? that for that a gallowes is the worst rub that a good Bowler can meet with: I stumbled against such a post, else this night I had plaid the part of a true Sonne in these daies, vndone my Father-in-law, with him wud I ha run at leapefrogge, and come ouer his gold, tho I had broke his necke for't: but the poore Salmon Trout is now in the Net.