2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 47 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
No, shut up shop, we'll now break up the fair, Yet ere we part— you, sir, that take upon ye The name of Soldier, that true name of worth, Which, action not vain boasting best sets forth, To let you know how far a soldier's name Stands from your title, and to let you see, Soldiers must not be wronged where Princes be: This be your sentence. Defend yourself, Bots. First, all the private sufferance that the house Inflicts upon Offenders, you (as the basest) Shall undergo it double, after which You shall be whipped, sir, round about the City, Then banished from the Land. Beseech your Grace. Away with him, see it done, Panders and Whores Are City-plagues, which being kept alive, Nothing that looks like goodness ere can thrive. Now good Orlando, what say you to your bad son-in-law? marry this, my Lord, he is my son-in-law, and in law will I be his Father: for if law can pepper him, he shall be so parboiled, that he shall stink no more i'th' nose of the Commonwealth. Be yet more kind and merciful, good Father. Dost thou beg for him, thou precious man's meat, thou? has he not beaten thee, kicked thee, trod on thee, and dost thou fawn on him like his Spaniel? has he not pawned thee to thy Petticoat, sold thee to thy smock, made ye leap at a crust, yet wouldst have me save him? Oh yes, good sir, women shall learn of me, To love their husbands in greatest misery, Then show him pity, or you wrack myself. Have ye eaten Pigeons that y'are so kindhearted to your Mate? Nay, y'are a couple of wild Bears, I'll have ye both baited at one stake: but as for this Knave, the Gallows is thy due, and the Gallows thou shalt have, I'll have justice of the Duke, the Law shall have thy life, what, dost thou hold him? let go his hand: if thou dost not forsake him, a Father's everlasting blessing fall upon both your heads: away, go, kiss out of my sight, play thou the Whore no more, nor thou the Thief again, my house shall be thine, my meat shall be thine, and so shall my wine, but my money shall be mine, and yet when I die, (so thou dost not fly high) take all, yet good Matheo, mend. Thus for joy weeps Orlando, and doth end. Then hear, Matheo: all your woes are stayed By your good Father-in-law: all your Ills Are clear purged from you by his working pills. Come Signior Candido, these green young wits (We see by Circumstance) this plot hath laid, Still to provoke thy patience, which they find A wall of Brass, no Armour's like the mind; Thou hast taught the City patience, now our Court Shall be thy Sphere, where from thy good report, Rumours this truth unto the world shall sing, A Patient man's a Pattern for a King.
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No, shut vp shop, wee'll now breake vp the faire, Yet ere we part—you, sir, that take vpon yee The name of Soldier, that true name of worth, Which, action not vaine boasting best sets forth, To let you know how farre a Soldiers name Stands from your title, and to let you see, Soldiers must not be wrong'd where Princes be: This bee your sentence. Defend your selfe, Bots. First, all the priuat sufferance that the house Inflicts vpon Offenders, you (as the basest) Shall vndergoe it double, after which You shall bee whipt, sir, round about the Citty, Then banisht from the Land. Beseech your Grace. Away with him, see it done, Panders and Whores Are Citty-plagues, which being kept aliue, Nothing that lookes like goodnes ere can thriue. Now good Orlando, what say you to your bad Sonne-in-law▪ Mary this, my Lord, he is my Sonne-in-law, and in law will I be his Father: for if law can pepper him, he shall be so parboild, that he shall stinke no more i'th nose of the Common-wealth. Be yet more kinde and mercifull, good Father. Doest thou beg for him, thou precious mans meat, thou? has he not beaten thee, kickt thee, trod on thee, and doest thou fawne on him like his Spanniell? has hee not pawnd thee to thy Petticoate, sold thee to thy smock, made yee leape at a crust, yet woodst haue me saue him? Oh yes, good sir, women shall learne of me, To loue their husbands in greatest misery, Then shew him pitty, or you wracke my selfe. Haue yee eaten Pigeons that y'are so kinde-hearted to your Mate? Nay, y'are a couple of wilde Beares, Ile haue yee both baited at one stake: but as for this Knaue, the Gallowes is thy due, and the Gallowes thou shalt haue, Ile haue iustice of the Duke, the Law shall haue thy life, what, doest thou hold him? let goe his hand: if thou doest not forsake him, a Fathers euerlasting blessing fall vpon both your heads: away, goe, kisse out of my sight, play thou the Whore no more, nor thou the Thiefe agen, my house shall be thine, my meate shall be thine, and so shall my wine, but my money shall bee mine, and yet when I die, (so thou doest not flie hie) take all, yet good Matheo, mend. Thus for ioy weepes Orlando, and doth end. Then heare, Matheo: all your woes are stayed By your good Father-in-law: all your Ills Are cleare purged from you by his working pills. Come Signior Candido, these greene yong wits (We see by Circumstance) this plot hath laid, Still to prouoke thy patience, which they finde A wall of Brasse, no Armour's like the minde; Thou hast taught the Citty patience, now our Court Shall be thy Spheare, where from thy good report, Rumours this truth vnto the world shal sing, A Patient man's a Patterne for a King.