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

    Copyright Digital Renaissance Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Authors: Thomas Dekker, Thomas Middleton
    Editor: Joost Daalder
    Peer Reviewed

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

    THE HONEST WHORE .
    I lay my little meadenhead, my nose itches so.
    Ro. I said so too la st night, when our Fleas twing'd me.
    Bell. So Poke my ruffe now, my gowne, my gown, haue (I my fall?

    795Wher's my fall Roger? One knocks.
    Ro. Your fall forsooth is behind.
    Bell. Gods my pittikins, some foole or other knocks.
    Ro. Shall I open to the foole mi stre s s e?
    Bell. And all these bables lying thus? away with it quick-
    800ly, I, I, knock & be dambde, whosoeuer you be. So: giue the
    fre sh Salmon lyne now: let him come a shoare, hee shall
    serue for my breakefa st, tho he goe again st my stomack.
    Roger Fetch in Fluello, Ca struchio, and Pioratto.
    Flu. Morrow coz.
    805 Ca st . How does my sweete acquaintance?
    Pio. Saue thee little Marmoset: how doe st thou good
    pretty roague?
    Bell. Well, Godamercy good pretty rascall.
    Flu. Roger some light I pry thee.
    810 Ro. You shall Signior, for we that liue here in this vale
    of misery, are as darke as hell. Exit. for a candle.
    Ca st . Good Tabacco, Fluello?
    Flu. Smell? (Enter Roger.
    Pio. It may be tickling geere: for it plaies with my nose (already.
    815 Ro. Her's another light Angell, Signior.
    Bell. What? yon pyed curtal, whats that you are neighing?
    Ro. I say God send vs the light of heauen, or some more
    Angels.
    Bell. Goe fetch some wyne, and drinke halfe of it.
    820 Ro. I mu st fetch some wyne gentlemen and drinke halfe (of it.
    Flu. Here Roger.
    Ca st . No let me send pry thee.
    Flu. Hold you canker worme.
    Ro. You shall send both, if you please Signiors.
    825 Pio. Stay, whats be st to drinke a mornings?
    Ro. Hypocras sir, for my mi stres, if I fetch it, is mo st deare (to her.
    Flu. Hypocras! ther then, her's a te ston for you, you snake
    Ro. Right syr, her's iij. s. vi. d. for a pottle & a manchet- Ex.
    Her's