2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 45 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I was never in this pickle before, and yet if I go amongst citizens' wives, they jeer at me: if I go among the Loose-bodied Gowns, they cry a pox on me, because I go civilly attired, and swear their trade was a good trade, till such as I am took it out of their hands: good Lieutenant Bots, speak to these Captains to bail me. Begging for bail still? you are a trim gossip, go give her the blue Gown, set her to her chare, work housewife, for your bread, away. Out you Dog, a pox on you all, women are borne to curse thee, but I shall live to see twenty such flatcaps shaking Dice for a pennyworth of Pippins: out, you blue-eyed Rogue. Ha, ha, ha. even now she wept, and prayed, now does she curse? Seeing me: if still she had stayed, this had been worse. Was she ever here before? Five times at least, And thus if men come to her, have her eyes wrung, and wept out her bail. Bots, you know her? Is there any Gentleman here, that knows not a Whore, and is he a hair the worse for that? Is she a City-dame, she's so attired? No, my good Lord, that's only but the veil To her loose body, I have seen her here In gayer Masking Suits, as several Sauces Give one Dish several Tastes, so change of Habits In Whores is a bewitching Art: today she's all in Colours to besot Gallants, then in modest black, To catch the Citizen, and this from their Examinations Drawn, now shall you see a Monster both in shape And nature quite from these, that sheds no tear, Nor yet is nice, 'tis a plain ramping Bear, Many such Whales are cast upon this Shore. Let's see her. Then behold a swaggering Whore. Keep your ground, Bots. I do but traverse to spy advantage how to arm myself. Sirrah, when I cry hold your hands, hold, you Rogue-Catcher, hold: Bawd, are the French chilblains in your heels, that you can come no faster? are not you (Bawd) a whore's Ancient, and must not I follow my Colours? O Mistress Katherine, you do me wrong to accuse me here as you do, before the right Worshipful: I am known for a motherly honest woman, and no Bawd. marry foh, honest? burnt at fourteen, seven times whipped, six times carted, nine times ducked, searched by some hundred and fifty Constables, and yet you are honest? Honest Mistress horseleech, is this World, a World to keep Bawds and Whores honest? How many times hast thou given Gentlemen a quart of wine in a gallon pot? how many twelvepenny Fees, nay two shillings Fees, nay, when any Ambassadors ha' been here, how many half crown Fees hast thou taken? how many Carriers hast thou bribed for Country Wenches? how often have I rinsed your lungs in Aquavitae, and yet you are honest?
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I was neuer in this pickle before, and yet if I goe amongst Cittizens wiues, they ieere at me: if I goe among the Loose-bodied Gownes, they cry a pox on me, because I goe ciuilly attyred, and sweare their trade was a good trade, till such as I am tooke it out of their hands: good Lieutenant Bots, speake to these Captaines to bayle me. Begging for bayle still? you are a trim gossip, goe giue her the blue Gowne, set her to her chare, worke Huswife, for your bread, away. Out you Dog, a pox on you all, women are borne to curse thee, but I shall liue to see twenty such flat-caps shaking Dice for a penny-worth of Pippins: out, you blue-eyed Rogue. Ha, ha, ha. Euen now she wept, and praid, now does she curse? Seeing me: if still she had staid, this had beene worse. Was she euer here before? Fiue times at least, And thus if men come to her, haue her eyes wrung, and wept out her bayle. Bots, you know her? Is there any Gentleman here, that knowes not a Whore, and is he a haire the worse for that? Is she a Citty-dame, she's so attyred? No, my good Lord, that's onely but the vaile To her loose body, I haue seene her here In gayer Masking Suits, as seuerall Sawces Giue one Dish seuerall Tastes, so change of Habits In Whores is a bewitching Art: to day she's all in Colours to besot Gallants, then in modest blacke, To catch the Cittizen, and this from their Examinations Drawne, now shall you see a Monster both in shape And nature quite from these, that sheds no teare, Nor yet is nice, 'tis a plaine ramping Beare, Many such Whales are cast vpon this Shore. Let's see her. Then behold a swaggering Whore. Keep your grownd, Bots. I doe but trauerse to spy aduantage how to arme my selfe. Sirra, when I cry hold your hands, hold, you Rogue-Catcher, hold: Bawd, are the French Chilblaines in your heeles, that you can come no faster? are not you (Bawd) a Whores Ancient, and must not I follow my Colours? O Mistris Katherine, you doe me wrong to accuse mee here as you doe, before the right Worshipfull: I am knowne for a motherly honest woman, and no Bawd. Mary foh, honest? burnt at fourteene, seuen times whipt, sixe times carted, nine times duck'd, search'd by some hundred and fifty Constables, and yet you are honest? Honest Mistris Horsleach, is this World, a World to keepe Bawds and Whores honest? How many times hast thou giuen Gentlemen a quart of wine in a gallon pot? how many twelue-penny Fees, nay two shillings Fees, nay, when any Embassadours ha beene here, how many halfe crowne Fees hast thou taken? how many Carriers hast thou bribed for Country Wenches? how often haue I rinst your lungs in Aquauitae, and yet you are honest?