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ROGER

in 1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) — Dekker, Thomas; Middleton, Thomas

Metadata

Play1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore)
AuthorDekker, Thomas; Middleton, Thomas
Year (catalogued)1604
First performance1604
Decade1600s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult Professional
CompanyPrince Henry's Men
Speech prefix(es)Ro. | Ro | Rog. | Rog,
Words801
Characters4103
Typicality0.28 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA20062
BritDrama no.1431
ClusterCluster 1 — Wives, widows & intimate counsel

Important excerpts

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Full speech

A non forsooth. About you forsooth: I me drawing up a hold in your white silk stocking. Yes forsooth: your boxes of complexion are here I think: yes 'tis here: hers your twe complexi ons, and if I had all the four complexions. I should never set a good face vpont, some men I see are born un der hard-fauourd planets as well as women: zounds I look worse now then I did before, & it makes her face glister most damnably, theres knavery in daubing I hold my life, or else this is only female Pomatum. Your ruff, your pocker, are engendering together up on the cupboard of the Court, or the Court-cup-bord. Wood the pox were in your fingers, unless you could leave flinging; catch. Exit. The your ruff, shall I poke it? Troth M. then leave the trade if you shall never rise. Why that, if down and arise or the falling trade. If you do I know who shall smart fort: Troth Mistress, what do I look Like now? I may thank you for that: infaith I look Like and old Proverb, Hold the Candle before the devil. Why, as I hold your door: with my ingers. hold up handsomely Sing pretty Wantons warble, &c. We shall would guests to day. I lay my little meadenhead, my nose itches so. I said so too last night, when our Fleas twinged me. Your fallen forsooth is behind. Shall I open to the fool mistress? You shall Signior, for we that live here in this vale of misery, are as dark as hell. Exit for a candle. Hers another light Angel, Signior. I say God send us the light of heaven, or some more Angels. I must fetch some wine gentlemen and drink half of it. You shall send both, if you please Signiors. Hypocras sir, for my mistress, if I fetch it, is most deer to her. Right sir, hers iij.S.vi.worser. for a pottle & a manchet- Ex. Yes forsooth. Forsooth 'tis filled out already: all the wine that the sig nior has bestowed upon you is cast away, a Porter ran a little at me, and so facest me down that I had not a drop. No truel forsooth, 'tis not put up yet. None but five hundred, beside prentices and serving men. Yes forsooth, I fear you will pocket it up. For the tother pottle? yes forsooth. Exit. Bastard wine, for if it had been truly begotten, it would not would been ashamed to come in, hers vi. S. to pay for nursing the bastard. No woodcocks? I'll buy but one, theres one already here. Exit. Is a so? in truth I have almost forgotten, for want of ex ercise: But how if I fetch this Citizens wife to that Gull, & that Madonna to that Gallant, how then? Is't so? the ̄ I see we two shall agree and live together. no stay: pry thee good boy, hold here, Down, down, down, down, I fallen down and arise, down, I ne ver shall arise. My mistress is abroad, but not amongst em: my mi stris is not the whore now that you take her for. I tell you Madonna Finger-lock, I am not sad for nothing, I would not eaten one good meal this three & their ty days: I had wont to get sixteen pence by fetching a pottle of Hypocras: but now those days are passed: we had as good doings, Madonna Finger-lock, she within doors and I without, as any poor young couple in Milan. I would lost by her squeamishness, more then would have built 12. bawdy houses. And had she no time to turn honest but now? what a vile woman is this? twenty pound a night, I'll be sworn, Roger, in good gold and no silver: why here was a time, if she should would picked out a time, it could not be better! gold y nough stirring; choice of men, choice of hair, choice of beards, choice of legs, and choice of every, every, every thing: it cannot sink into my head, that she should be such and Ass. Roger, I never believe it. Here she comes now. Enter Bellafronte. You and I Madonna, are Cozens. If it be my vocation to swear, every man in his vo cation: I hope my betters swear and dam themselves, and why should not I? The more gulls they. Shall I? then blurt a your service. Scurvy honest Punk! But stay Madonna, how must our agreement be now? for you know I am to have all the comings in at the hall door, & you at the chamber door. Vails, what vails? Sixpence? nay that's not so; I never took under two shillings four pence, I hope I know my fee.

Plot summary

Plot — 1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore)
Count Hippolito attempts to make a scene at the funeral of the Duke’s daughter, Infelice, but is restrained. In fact, Infelice is not dead: the Duke administered a sleeping draught to prevent her from marrying Hippolito. When she wakes, he tells her Hippolito is dead and sends her away to Bergamo, then accepts Dr Benedict’s offer to poison Hippolito. Bellafront the courtesan falls in love with Hippolito when his friend and her client Matheo brings him to meet her. He mistrusts her protestation that, for him, she will become honest, and speaks harshly against whores. But she fulfils her promise: dismisses her pander Roger (who quickly finds alternative employment) and sends away her former clients, including Matheo. On a Monday, she goes to visit Hippolito, disguised as a page; she finds him in solemn meditation (since Infelice supposedly died on a Monday), and he rejects her again. Dr Benedict tells the Duke that he has been poisoned, and is banished for it; but in fact he has done no such thing, and tells Hippolito that Infelice is not only alive, but waiting at the madhouse to marry him. Meanwhile, Fustigo returns to Milan to find that his sister has married Candido, a man apparently incapable of anger. This is demonstrated in a wager between three gentlemen who try to make him lose his temper: first Castruccio poses as a customer and makes unreasonable demands, which Candido meets even though it means spoiling a piece of cloth; then Fluello steals a beaker from the household, for which Candido has them arrested, but then genially invites them to dinner. Viola also wants to make her husband angry, and has Fustigo pose as a swaggerer and attempt to seduce her. When he tries, however, Candido’s apprentices take it upon themselves to beat him while their master is away, and Candido’s equanimity remains intact. Viola continues to behave provocatively: she refuses Candido the key to fetch his gown for a senate meeting, so he goes wearing a carpet instead; she has George dress in his clothes and 1604 pose as him on his return, but Candido’s good-natured response is to dress himself as an apprentice; and he even looks on the bright side of a beating administered by ruffians hired by Fustigo to avenge his injury. Finally Viola has him committed to the madhouse, but soon changes her mind and petitions the Duke for his release. The Duke hears of Infelice’s plans, goes to the madhouse, and, while they wait to interrupt the marriage that afternoon, pass the time…