Vulgar words in A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 1 (Page 1)
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be not ravisht with thy fancies; doe not Court nothing, nor make love unto our feares.
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Nay, my maister is damn'd, I'll be sworne, for his verie soule burnes in the firie eye of his faire mistresse.
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Christian Whores; common, 'tis common.
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Right, Sir; so in Trades: the Smith is a slave to the Ironmonger, the itchy silk-weaver to the Silke-man, the Cloth-worker to the Draper, the Whore to the Bawd, the Bawd to the Constable, and the Constable to a bribe.
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Death certaine, without contradiction, For though the Urin be a whore and lies, Yet where I finde her in all parts agree With other Symtomes of apparent death Ile give her faith.
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Not too freely neither: I fare hard and drinke water; so doe the _Indians_, yet who fuller of Bastards?
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Stand away; my whore shall not be lousie; let me come noynt her with Stavesucre[172].
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A Bastard have I by her; and that Cocke Will have (I feare) sharpe spurres, if he crow after Him that trod for him.
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The best mirth for a Lawyer is to have fooles to his Clients; for Citizens to have Noblemen pay their debts; for Taylors to have store of Sattin brought in for them--how little soere their hours are--they'll be sure to have large yards: the best mirth for bawds is to have fresh handsome whores, and for whores to have rich guls come aboard their pinnaces, for then they are sure to build Gully-Asses.
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Before the morrow Sunne hath rode Halfe his dayes journey; will send home his Queene As one that staines his bed and can produce Nothing but bastard Issue to his Crowne.-- Why, how now?
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Call and try: here's a whore curse, To fall in that beleefe which her sunnes nurse.
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it's a lye: the Burre that stickes in your throat is a throane: let him out of his messe of Kingdomes cut out but one, and lay Sicilia, Arragon, Naples or any else upon your trencher, and you'll prayse Bastard[196] for the sweetest wine in the world and call for another quart of it.
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That the most Catholike King in marrying you Keepes you but as his whore.
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And that _Medina's_ Neece, _Onaelia_, Is his true wife: her bastard sonne, they said, (The King being dead) should claim and weare the Crowne; And whatsoever children you shall beare To be but bastards in the highest degree, As being begotten in Adultery.
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'Tis a plummet to sound Spanish hearts How deeply they are yours: besides a ghesse Is hereby made of any faction That shall combine against you; which the King seeing, If then he will not rouze him like a Dragon To guard his golden fleece and rid his Harlot And her base bastard hence, either by death Or in some traps of state insnare them both,-- Let his owne ruines crush him.
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This basenesse follows your profession: You are like common Beadles, apt to lash Almost to death poore wretches not worth striking, But fawne with slavish flattery on damn'd vices, So great men act them: you clap hands at those, Where the true Poet indeed doth scorne to guild A gawdy Tombe with glory of his Verse Which coffins stinking Carrion; no, his lines Are free as his Invention; no base feare Can shape his penne to Temporize even with Kings; The blacker are their crimes he lowder sings.
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But, Sir, if evill dayes justle our prognostication to the wall, then say there's a fire in the whore-masters Cod-peece.
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This Linstocke[211] gives you fire: shall then that strumpet And bastard breathe quicke vengeance in my face, Making my kingdome reele, my subjects stagger In their obedience, and yet live?
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So men hate whores after lusts heat is spent; I'me gone, Sir.
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And I like moaping _Iuno_ sit whilst _Iove_ Varies his lust into five hundred shapes To steale to his whores bed?
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Poyson his whore to day, for thou shalt wait On the Kings Cup, and when, heated with wine, He cals to drinke the Brides health, Marry her Alive to a gaping grave.
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[113] A very common term for a pimp.
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quotes from Pierius another strange cure for a scorpion's bite, "to sit upon an ass with one's face towards his tail, for so the pain leaveth the man and passeth into the beast."
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[196] It is hardly necessary to remind the reader that 'bastard' was the name of a sweet Spanish wine.