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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 .
    Hip. Perhaps I shall.
    Ma. Perhaps? fah! I know you can sweare to me you wil,
    945 Hip. Since you will pre s s e me on my word, I will. Exit.
    Bell. What sullen picture is this seruant?
    Ma. Its Count Hipolito, the braue Count.
    Pio. As gallant a spirit, as any in Millan you sweete (Iewe,
    Flu. Oh hees a mo st e s s entiall gentleman, coz.
    950 Ca st . Did you neuer heare of Count Hipolitos ac-
    quaintance?
    Bell. Marymuffe a your counts, & be no more life in'em.
    Ma. Hees so malcontent! sirra Bellafronta, & you be ho-
    ne st gallants, lets sup together, and haue the count with vs:
    955thou shalt sit at the vpper end puncke.
    Bell. Puncke, you sowcde gurnet?
    Ma. Kings truce: come, ile be stow the supper to haue
    him but laugh.
    Ca st . He betraies his youth too gro sly to that tyrant ma- (lancholy.
    960 Ma. All this is for a woman.
    Bell. A woman! some whore! what sweet Iewell i st?
    Pio. Wod she heard you. Flu. Troth so wud I.
    Ca st . And I by heauen.
    Bell. Nay good seruant, what woman? Ma. Pah.
    965 Bell. Pry thee tell me, abu s s e and tell me: I warrant hees
    an hone st fellowe, if hee take on thus for a wench: good
    roague who:
    Ma. Byth Lord I will not, mu st not faith mi stre s s e: i st a
    match sirs? his night, at Th'antilop: I, for thers be st wine, and (good boyes.
    970 Omni. Its done at Th'antilop.
    Bell. I cannot be there to night.
    Ma. Cannot? bith lord you shall.
    Bell. By the Lady I will not: shaall!
    Flu. Why then put it off till fryday: wut come then cuz?
    975 Bell. Well. Enter Roger.
    Ma. Y'are the waspi she st Ape. Roger, put your mis-
    tre s s e in mind to sup with vs on friday next: y'are be st come
    like a madwoman without a band in your wa stcoate, & the
    lynings of your kirtle outward, like 980euery common hackney
    that steales out at the back gate of her sweet knights lodging
    Bell.