The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Modern)

 2151[4.4]
 4.4.0.12152Enter Duke, Doctor [Benedict], Fluello, Castruccio, [and] Pioratto.
 4.4.12153Duke
 [To the Gentlemen] Give us a little leave.
 4.4.1.1[Exeunt Fluello, Castruccio, and Pioratto.]
 [To the Gentlemen] Give us a little leave.  Doctor, your news.
 4.4.22154Doctor
 I sent for him, my lord. At last he came,
 4.4.32155And did receive all speech that went from me
 4.4.42156As gilded pills made to prolong his health.
 4.4.52157My credit with him wrought it, for some men
 4.4.62158Swallow even empty hooks, like fools that fear
 4.4.72159No drowning where ʼtis deepest, ʼcause ʼtis clear.
 4.4.82160In thʼend we sat and ate. A health I drank
 4.4.92161To Infeliceʼs sweet departed soul.
 4.4.102162This train I knew would take.
 2163Duke
 This train I knew would take.  ʼTwas excellent.
 4.4.112164Doctor
 He fell with such devotion on his knees
 4.4.122165To pledge the same – 
 2166Duke
 To pledge the same –   Fond, superstitious fool!
 4.4.132167Doctor
 That had he been inflamed with zeal of prayer
 4.4.142168He could not pourʼt out with more reverence.
 4.4.152169About my neck he hung, wept on my cheek,
 4.4.162170Kissed it, and swore he would adore my lips
 4.4.172171Because they brought forth Infeliceʼs name.
 4.4.182172Duke
 Ha, ha! Alack, alack.
 4.4.192173Doctor
 The cup he lifts up high, and thus he said
 4.4.202174‘Here, noble maid!ʼ – drinks, and was poisonèd.
 4.4.212175Duke
 And died?
 2176Doctor
 And died?  And died, my lord.
 2177Duke
 And died? And died, my lord.  Thou in that word
 4.4.222178Hast pieced mine agèd hours out with more years
 4.4.232179Than thou hast taken from Hippolito.
 4.4.242180A noble youth he was, but lesser branches,
 4.4.252181Hindʼring the greaterʼs growth, must be lopped off
 4.4.262182And feed the fire. Doctor, weʼre now all thine;
 4.4.272183And use us so. Be bold.
 2184Doctor
 And use us so. Be bold.  Thanks, gracious lord. 
 4.4.282185My honoured lord – 
 4.4.292186Duke
 Hum?
 4.4.302187Doctor
 I do beseech your Grace to bury deep
 4.4.312188This bloody act of mine.
 2189Duke
 This bloody act of mine.  Nay, nay – for that,
 4.4.322190Doctor, look you toʼt. Me it shall not move;
 4.4.332191Theyʼre curst that ill do, not that ill do love.
 4.4.342192Doctor
 You throw an angry forehead on my face,
 4.4.352193But be you pleased backward thus far to look
 4.4.362194That for your good this evil I undertook – 
 4.4.372195Duke
 Ay, ay, we conster so.
 4.4.382196Doctor
 And only for your love.
 2197Duke
 And only for your love.  Confessed; ʼtis true.
 4.4.392198Doctor
 Nor let it stand against me as a bar
 4.4.402199To thrust me from your presence; nor believe
 4.4.412200(As princes have quick thoughts) that now, my finger
 4.4.422201Being dipped in blood, I will not spare the hand,
 4.4.432202But that for gold (as what can gold not do?)
 4.4.442203I may be hired to work the like on you.
 4.4.452204Duke
 Which to prevent – 
 2205Doctor
 Which to prevent –   ʼTis from my heart as far – 
 4.4.462206Duke
 No matter, doctor. ʼCause Iʼll fearless sleep,
 4.4.472207And that you shall stand clear of that suspicion,
 4.4.482208I banish thee for ever from my court.
 4.4.492209This principle is old, but true as fate:
 4.4.502210Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate. 
 4.4.50.1Exit.
 4.4.512211Doctor
 Isʼt so? Nay then, Duke, your stale principle
 4.4.522212With one as stale the doctor thus shall quit:
 4.4.532213He falls himself, that digs anotherʼs pit.
 4.4.53.12215Enter the Doctorʼs Man.
 4.4.542214How now? Where is he? Will he meet me?
 4.4.552216Doctorʼs Man 
 Meet you, sir? He might have met with three 2217fencers in this time and have received less hurt than by 2218meeting one doctor of physic. Why, sir, hʼas walked under the old 2219abbey wall yonder this hour till heʼs more cold than a 2220citizenʼs country house in January. You may smell him 2221behind, sir. La you, yonder he comes.
 4.4.562222Doctor
 Leave me.
 4.4.572223Doctorʼs Man
 [Aside] Iʼthʼ lurch, if you will. 
 4.4.57.1Exit.
 4.4.57.2Enter Hippolito [dressed in black].
 4.4.582224Doctor
 O my most noble friend!
 2225Hippolito
 O my most noble friend!  Few but yourself
 4.4.592226Could have enticed me thus, to trust the air
 4.4.602227With my close sighs. You sent for me; what news?
 4.4.612228Doctor
  Come, you must doff this black, dye that pale cheek
 4.4.622229Into his own colour. Go, attire yourself
 4.4.632230Fresh as a bridegroom when he meets his bride.
 4.4.642231The Duke has done much treason to thy love;
 4.4.652232ʼTis now revealed, ʼtis now to be revenged.
 4.4.662233Be merry, honoured friend: thy lady lives.
 4.4.672234Hippolito
 What lady?
 2235Doctor
 What lady?  Infelice. Sheʼs revived.
 4.4.682236Revived? Alack, death never had the heart
 4.4.692237To take breath from her.
 2238Hippolito
 To take breath from her.  Umh. I thank you, sir.
 4.4.702239Physic prolongs life when it cannot save.
 4.4.712240This helps not my hopes; mine are in their grave.
 4.4.722241You do some wrong to mock me.
 2242Doctor
 You do some wrong to mock me.  By that love
 4.4.732243Which I have ever borne you, what I speak
 4.4.742244Is truth. The maiden lives. That funeral,
 4.4.752245Dukeʼs tears, the mourning, was all counterfeit.
 4.4.762246A sleepy draught cozened the world and you.
 4.4.772247I was his minister, and then chambered up
 4.4.782248To stop discovery.
 2249Hippolito
 To stop discovery.  O treacherous Duke!
 4.4.792250Doctor
 He cannot hope so certainly for bliss
 4.4.802251As he believes that I have poisoned you.
 4.4.812252He wooed me toʼt; I yielded, and confirmed him
 4.4.822253In his most bloody thoughts.
 2254Hippolito
 In his most bloody thoughts.  A very devil!
 4.4.832255Doctor
 Her did he closely coach to Bergamo,
 4.4.842256And thither – 
 2257Hippolito
 And thither –   Will I ride. Stood Bergamo
 4.4.852258In the low countries of black hell, Iʼll to her.
 4.4.862259Doctor
 You shall to her, but not to Bergamo.
 4.4.872260How passion makes you fly beyond yourself!
 4.4.882261Much of that weary journey I haʼ cut off,
 4.4.892262For she by letters hath intelligence
 4.4.902263Of your supposèd death, her own interment,
 4.4.912264And all those plots which that false Duke, her father,
 4.4.922265Has wrought against you. And sheʼll meet you – 
 2266Hippolito
 Has wrought against you. And sheʼll meet you –   O, when?
 4.4.932267Doctor
 Nay, see, how covetous are your desires!
 4.4.942268Early tomorrow morn.
 2269Hippolito
 Early tomorrow morn.  O, where, good father?
 4.4.952270Doctor
 At Bethlem Monastery. Are you pleased now?
 4.4.962271Hippolito
 At Bethlem Monastery! The place well fits;
 4.4.972272It is the school where those that lose their wits
 4.4.982273Practise again to get them. I am sick
 4.4.992274Of that disease: all love is lunatic.
 4.4.1002275Doctor
 Weʼll steal away this night in some disguise.
 4.4.1012276Father Anselmo, a most reverend friar,
 4.4.1022277Expects our coming; before whom weʼll lay
 4.4.1032278Reasons so strong that he shall yield in bands
 4.4.1042279Of holy wedlock to tie both your hands.
 4.4.1052280Hippolito
 This is such happiness
 4.4.1062281That to believe it ʼtis impossible.
 4.4.1072282Doctor
 Let all your joys then die in misbelief;
 4.4.1082283I will reveal no more.
 2284Hippolito
 I will reveal no more.  O, yes, good father!
 4.4.1092285I am so well acquainted with despair,
 4.4.1102286I know not how to hope. I believe all.
 4.4.1112287Doctor
 Weʼll hence this night. Much must be done, much said.
 4.4.1122288But if the doctor fail not in his charms
 4.4.1132289Your lady shall ere morning fill these arms.
 4.4.1142290Hippolito
 Heavenly physician! Far thy fame shall spread,
 4.4.1152291That makʼst two lovers speak when they be dead.
 4.4.115.12292Exeunt.
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