2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 42 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 0.83 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Close thy rank jaws: pardon me, I am vexed, Thou art a Villain, a malicious Devil, Deep as the place where thou art lost, thou liest, Since I am thus far got into this storm, I'll thorough, and thou shalt see I'll thorough untouched. When thou shalt perish in it. 'Tis my cue To enter now: room, let my Prize be played, I ha' lurked in Clouds, yet heard what all have said, What jury more can prove, she has wronged my bed, Than her own husband, she must be punished; I challenge Law, my Lord, Letters, and Gold, and jewels From my Lord that woman took. Against that black-mouthed Devil, against Letters, and Gold, And against a jealous Wife I do uphold, Thus far her reputation, I could sooner Shake the Apennine, and crumble Rocks to dust, Then (though Ioues shower rained down) tempt her to lust. What shall I say? Say thou art not a Whore, and that's more than fifteen women (amongst five hundred) dare swear without lying: this shalt thou say, no let me say't for thee; thy Husband's a Knave, this Lord's an honest Man; thou art no Punk, this Lady's a right Lady. Pacheco is a Thief as his Master is, but old Orlando is as true a man as thy Father is: I ha' seen you fly high, sir, & I ha' seen you fly low, sir, and to keep you from the Gallows, sir, a blue Coat have I worn, and a Thief did I turn, mine own men are the Pedlars, my twenty pound did fly high, sir, your wife's Gown did fly low, sir: whither fly you now, sir? you ha' scaped the Gallows, to the Devil you fly next, sir. Am I right, my Liege? Your Father has the true Physician played. And I am now his Patient. And be so still, 'tis a good sign when our cheeks blush at ill. The Linen Draper (Signior Candido) He whom the City terms the Patient man, Is likewise here for buying of those Lawns The Pedlars lost. Alas good Candido. Fetch him: and when these payments up are cast, Weigh out your light Gold, but let's have them last. In Bridewell, Candido? Yes, my good Lord. What make you here? My Lord, what make you here? I'm here to save right, and to drive wrong hence. And I to bear wrong here with patience. You ha' bought stolen Goods. So they do say, my Lord, Yet bought I them upon a Gentleman's word, And Imagine now, as I thought then, That there be Thieves, but no Thieves Gentlemen. Your Credit's cracked being here. No more than Gold Being cracked which does his estimation hold. I was in Bedlam once, but was I mad? They made me pledge Whores healths, but am I bad, Because I'm with bad people? Well, stand by, If you take wrong, we'll cure the injury. Stay, stay, what's he? a prisoner? Yes, my Lord.
nodes 1761–1811 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 47 in this edition
Length
498 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.832 (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)
Cloze thy ranke Iawes: pardon me, I am vexed, Thou art a Villaine, a malicious Deuill, Deepe as the place where thou art lost, thou lyest, Since I am thus far got into this storme, Ile thorow, and thou shalt see Ile thorow vntoucht. When thou shalt perish in it. 'Tis my cue To enter now: roome, let my Prize be plaid, I ha lurk'd in Cloudes, yet heard what all haue said, What Iury more can proue, she has wrong'd my bed, Then her owne husband, she must be punished; I challenge Law, my Lord, Letters, and Gold, and Iewels From my Lord that woman tooke. Against that blacke-mouthed Deuill, against Letters, and Gold, And against a iealous Wife I doe vphold, Thus farre her reputation, I could sooner Shake the Appenine, and crumble Rockes to dust, Then (tho Ioues showre rayned downe) tempt her to lust. What shall I say? Say thou art not a Whore, and that's more then fifteene women (amongst fiue hundred) dare sweare without lying: this shalt thou say, no let mee say't for thee; thy Husband's a Knaue, this Lord's an honest Man; thou art no Puncke, this Lady's a right Lady. Pacheco is a Thiefe as his Master is, but old Orlando is as true a man as thy Father is: I ha seene you flie hie, sir, & I ha seene you flie low, sir, and to keepe you from the Gallowes, sir, a blue Coat haue I worne, and a Thiefe did I turne, mine owne men are the Pedlers, my twenty pound did flie hie, sir, your wiues Gowne did flie low, sir: whither flie you now, sir? you ha scap'd the Gallowes, to the Deuill you flie next, sir. Am I right, my Liege? Your Father has the true Phisicion plaid. And I am now his Patient. And be so still, 'tis a good signe when our cheekes blush at ill. The Linnen Draper (Signior Candido) He whom the Citty tearmes the Patient man, Is likewise here for buying of those Lawnes The Pedlers lost. Alas good Candido. Fetch him: and when these payments vp are cast, Weigh out your light Gold, but let's haue them last. In Bridewell, Candido? Yes, my good Lord. What make you here? My Lord, what make you here? I'm here to saue right, and to driue wrong hence. And I to beare wrong here with patience. You ha bought stolne Goods. So they doe say, my Lord, Yet bought I them vpon a Gentlemans word, And I magine now, as I thought then, That there be Theeues, but no Theeues Gentlemen. Your Credit's crack'd being here. No more then Gold Being crack'd which does his estimation hold. I was in Bedlam once, but was I mad? They made me pledge Whores healths, but am I bad, Because I'm with bad people? Well, stand by, If you take wrong, wee'll cure the iniurry. Stay, stay, what's he? a prisoner? Yes, my Lord.