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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1604)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

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    Authors: Thomas Dekker, Thomas Middleton
    Editor: Joost Daalder
    Peer Reviewed

    The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1604)

    The Hone st Whore.
    Doctor Ile starve her on the Appenine
    Ere he shall marrie her: I mu st confe s s e,
    Hipolito is nobly borne, a man;
    340Did not mine enemies blood boile in his veines,
    Whom I would court to be my sonne in law?
    But Princes whose high spleenes for empery swell,
    Are not with ea sie arte made paralell.
    2 Ser. She wakes my Lord. Duke Looke Doctor Benedick.
    345I charge you on your lives maintaine for truth,
    What ere the Doctor or my selfe averre
    For you shall beare hes hence to Bergaine
    Inf. Oh God, what fearefull dreames?
    Doctor Lady. Inf. Ha.
    350 Duke Girle.
    Why Infaeli sha, how i st now, ha, speake?
    Inf. I'me well, what makes this Doctor heere? I'me well.
    Duke Thou wert not so even now, sicknes pale hand
    Laid hold on thee even in the dead st of fea sting,
    355And when a cap crownde with thy lovers health
    Had toucht thy lips, a sencible cold dew
    Stood on thy cheekes, as if that death had wept
    To see such beautie alterd.
    Inf. I remember
    360I sate at banquet, but felt no such change.
    Duke Thou ha st forgot then how a me s s enger
    Came wildely in with this vnsavorie newes
    That he was dead.
    Inf. What me s s enger? whoes dead?
    365 Duke Hipolito, alacke, wring not thy hands.
    Inf. I saw no me s s enger, heard no such newes,
    Doctor Tru st me you did sweete Lady.
    Duke La you now. 2 Servants Yes indeede Madam.
    Duke La you now, tis well God knowes.
    370 Inf. You ha slaine him, and now you'le murder mee.
    Duke Good Infaeli sh ae vexe not thus thy selfe,
    Of this the bad report before did strike
    So coldly to the heart, that the swift currents
    Of life were all frozen vp.
    It