2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 44 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Vuh, yes, sir: and look ye, do you see the Bride-laces that I give at my wedding, will serve to tie Rosemary to both your Coffins when you come from hanging-Scab! Fie, Punk, fie, fie, fie. Out you stale stinking head of Garlic, foh, at my heels. My head's cloven. O, let the Gentlewoman alone, she's going to shrift. Nay to do penance. ay, ay, go Punk, go to the Cross and be whipped. marry mew, marry muff, marry hang you goodman Dog: whipped? do ye take me for a base Spittle whore? in troth Gentlemen, you wear the clothes of Gentlemen, but you carry not the minds of Gentlemen, to abuse a Gentlewoman of my fashion. Fashion? pox a your fashions, art not a whore? Goodman Slave. O fie, abuse her not, let us two talk, What might I call your name, pray? I'm not ashamed of my name, Sir, my name is Mistress Doll Target, a Western Gentlewoman. Her Target against any Pike in Milan. Why is this wheel borne after her? She must spin. A course thread it shall be, as all threads are. If you spin, than you'll earn money here too? I had rather get half a Crown abroad, than ten Crowns here. Abroad? I think so. Dost thou not weep now thou art here? Say ye? weep? yes forsooth, as you did when you lost your Maidenhead: do you not hear how I weep? Farewell Doll. Farewell Dog. Past shame: past penitence, why is that blue Gown? Being stripped out of her wanton loose attire, That Garment she puts on, base to the eye, Only to clothe her in humility. Are all the rest like this? No, my good Lord. You see, this Drab swells with a wanton rein, The next that enters has a different strain. Variety is good, let's see the rest. Your Grace sees I'm sound yet, & no Bullets hit me. Come off so, and 'tis well. Here's the second Mess. i'ha worn many a costly Gown, but I was never thus guarded with blue Coats, and Beadles, and Constables, and— Alas fair Mistress, spoil not thus your eyes. Oh sweet sir, I fear the spoiling of other places about me that are dearer than my eyes; if you be Gentlemen, if you be men, or ever came of a woman, pity my case, stand to me, stick to me, good sir, you are an old man. Hang not on me, I prithee, old Trees bear no such fruit. Will you bail me, Gentlemen? Bail thee, art in for debt? No— is my judge, sir, I am in for no debts, I paid my tailor for this Gown, the last five shillings a week that was behind, yesterday. What is your name, I pray? Penelope Whorehound, I come of the Whore-hounds. How does Lieutenant Bots. A ha Bots. A very honest woman, as I'm a Soldier, a pox Bots ye.
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Vuh, yes, sir: and looke yee, doe you see the Bride-laces that I giue at my wedding, will serue to tye Rosemary to both your Coffins when you come from hanging-Scab▪ Fie, Puncke, fie, fie, fie. Out you stale stinking head of Garlicke, foh, at my heeles. My head's clouen. O, let the Gentlewoman alone, she's going to shrift. Nay to doe penance. I, I, goe Puncke, goe to the Crosse and be whipt. Mary mew, mary muffe, mary hang you goodman Dog: whipt? doe yee take me for a base Spittle whore? in troth Gentlemen, you weare the cloathes of Gentlemen, but you carry not the mindes of Gentlemen, to abuse a Gentlewoman of my fashion. Fashion? pox a your fashions, art not a whore? Goodman Slaue. O fie, abuse her not, let vs two talke, What mought I call your name, pray? I'm not ashamed of my name, Sir, my name is Mistris Doll Target, a Westerne Gentlewoman. Her Target against any Pike in Millan. Why is this wheele borne after her? She must spinne. A coorse thred it shall be, as all threds are. If you spin, then you'll earne money here too? I had rather get halfe a Crowne abroad, then ten Crownes here. Abroad? I thinke so. Doest thou not weepe now thou art here? Say yee? weepe? yes forsooth, as you did when you lost your Maidenhead: doe you not heare how I weep? Farewell Doll. Farewell Dog. Past shame: past penitence, why is that blue Gowne? Being stript out of her wanton loose attire, That Garment she puts on, base to the eye, Onely to cloath her in humility. Are all the rest like this? No, my good Lord. You see, this Drab swells with a wanton reyne, The next that enters has a different straine. Variety is good, let's see the rest. Your Grace sees I'm sound yet, & no Bullets hit me. Come off so, and 'tis well. Here's the second Messe. I'ha worne many a costly Gowne, but I was neuer thus guarded with blue Coats, and Beadles, and Constables, and— Alas faire Mistris, spoyle not thus your eyes. Oh sweet sir, I feare the spoyling of other places about me that are dearer then my eyes; if you be Gentlemen, if you be men, or euer came of a woman, pitty my case, stand to me, sticke to me, good sir, you are an old man. Hang not on me, I prethee, old Trees beare no such fruit. Will you bayle me, Gentlemen? Bayle thee, art in for debt? No—is my Iudge, sir, I am in for no debts, I payd my Taylor for this Gowne, the last fiue shillings a weeke that was behind, yesterday. What is your name, I pray? Penelope Whore-hound, I come of the Whore-hounds. How does Lieutenant Bots. A ha Bots. A very honest woman, as I'm a Soldier, a pox Bots ye.