Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Whoremasterly slave, you? very friendly, & familiar, that. Whoremaster i' thy face, Thou hast lain with her thyself, I'll prove't i' this place. Damon says Pythias has lain with her, himself, he'll prove't in this place. They are Whoremasters both, Sir, that's a plain case. You lie, like a Rogue. Do I lie, like a Rogue? A Pimp, and a Scab. A Pimp, and a Scab? I say between you, you have both but one Drab. You lie again. Do I lie again? Like a Rogue again. Like a Rogue again? And you are a Pimp, again. And you are a Pimp again, he says. And a Scab, again. And a Scab again, he says. And I say again, you are both whoremasters again, and you have both but one Drab again. Dost thou, dost thou, dost thou? What, both at once? Down with him, Damon Pink his guts, Pythias: What, so malicious? will ye murder me, Masters both, i' mine own house? Ho! well acted my Drum, well acted my Pipe, well acted still. Well acted, with all my heart. Hld, hold your hands I, both your hands, for my sake! for you ha' both donewell. Gramercy pure Pythias. Gramercy, Dear Damon. Gramercy to you both, my Pipe, and my drum. Come now we'll together to breakfast to Hero. 'Tis well, you can now go to breakfast to Hero, you have given mmy breakfast, with a hone and honero. How is't friend, ha' they hurt thee? O no! Between you and I Sir, we do but make show. Thus Gentles you perceive, without any denial, 'twixt Damon and Pythias here, friendship's true trial. Though hourly they quarrel thus, and roar each with other, they fight you no more, than does brother with brother. But friendly together, at the next man they meet, they let fly their anger as here you might see't. Well, we have seen't, and thou hast felt it, whatsoever thou sayest, what's next? what's next? This while young Leander, with fair Hero is drinking, and Hero grown drunk, to any man's thinking! Yet was it not three pints of Sherry could flaw her. till Cupid distinguished like Ionas the Drawer, From under his apron, where his lechery lurks, put love in her Sack. Now mark how it works. O Leander Leander, my dear my dear Leander, I'll for ever be thy goose, so thou'lt be my gander▪ Excellently well said, Fiddle, she'll ever be his goose, so he'll be her gander: was't not so? Yes, Sir, but mark his answer, now: And sweetest of geese, before I go to bed, I'll swim o'er the Thames, my goose, thee to tread. Brave! he will swim o'er the Thames, and tread his goose, too night, he says. I, peace, Sir, they'll be angry, if they hear you eaves-dropping, now they are setting their match. But jest the Thames should be dark, my goose, my dear friend, let thy window be provided of a candle's end.
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Whore-maſterly ſlaue, you? very friendly, & familiar, that. Whore-maſter i' thy face, Thou haſt lien with her thy ſelfe, I'll proue't i' this place. Damon ſayes Pythias has lien with her, himſelfe, hee'll prooue't in this place. They are Whore-maſters both, Sir, that's a plaine caſe. You lye, like a Rogue. Doe I ly, like a Rogue? A Pimpe, and a Scabbe. A Pimpe, and a Scabbe? I ſay between you, you haue both but one Drabbe. You lye againe. Doe I lye againe? Like a Rogue againe. Like a Rogue againe? And you are a Pimpe, againe. And you are a Pimpe againe, he ſayes. And a Scabbe, againe. And a Scabbe againe, he ſayes. And I ſay againe, you are both whore-maſters againe, and you haue both but one Drabbe againe. Do'ſt thou, do'ſt thou, do'ſt thou? What, both at once? Downe with him, Damon Pinke his guts, Pythias: What, ſo malicious? will ye murder me, Maſters both, i' mine owne houſe? Ho! well acted my Drum, well acted my Pipe, well acted ſtill. Well acted, with all my heart. Hld, hold your hands I, both your hands, for my ſake! for you ha' both donewell. Gramercy pure Pythias. Gramercy, Deare Damon. Gramercy to you both, my Pipe, and my drum. Come now wee'll together to breakfaſt to Hero. 'Tis well, you can now go to breakfaſt to Hero, you haue giuen mmy breakfaſt, with a hone and honero. How is't friend, ha' they hurt thee? O no! Betweene you and I Sir, we doe but make ſhow. Thus Gentles you perceiue, without any deniall, 'twixt Damon and Pythias here, friendſhips true tryall. Though hourely they quarrell thus, and roare each with other, they fight you no more, then do's brother with brother. But friendly together, at the next man they meet, they let fly their anger as here you might ſee't. Well, we haue ſeen't, and thou haſt felt it, whatſoeuer thou ſayeſt, what's next? what's next? This while young Leander, with faire Hero is drinking, and Hero growne drunke, to any mans thinking! Yet was it not three pints of Sherry could flaw her. till Cupid diſtinguiſh'd like Ionas the Drawer, From vnder his apron, where his lechery lurkes, put loue in her Sacke. Now marke how it workes. O Leander Leander, my deare my deare Leander, I'le for euer be thy gooſe, ſo thou'lt be my gander▪ Excellently well ſaid, Fiddle, ſhee'll euer be his gooſe, ſo hee'll be her gander: was't not ſo? Yes, Sir, but marke his anſwer, now: And ſweeteſt of geeſe, before I goe to bed, I'll ſwimme o're the Thames, my gooſe, thee to tread. Braue! he will ſwimme o're the Thames, and tread his gooſe, too night, he ſayes. I, peace, Sir, the'll be angry, if they heare you eaueſ-dropping, now they are ſetting their match. But leſt the Thames ſhould be dark, my gooſe, my deare friend, let thy window be prouided of a candles end.