THE HONEST WHORE.
10561058Should haue this golden hooke, and la
sciuious baite,
10571059Throwne out to the full length, why let me tell you:
10581060I ha
seene letters
sent
from that white hand,
10591061Tuning
such mu
sicke to
Matheos eare.
10601062Bell. Mathaeo! thats true, but beleeue it, I
1061No
sooner had laid hold vpon your pre
sence,
1062But
straight mine eye conueid you to my heart.
10631065Hipo. Oh, you cannot faine with me, why,
I know Lady,
10641066This is the common pa
ssion of you all,
10651067To hooke in a kind gentleman, and then
10661068Abu
se his coyne, conueying it to your louer,
10671069And in the end you
shew him a french trick,
10681070And
so you leaue him, that a coach may run
10711073Not I: therein ile proue an hone
st whore,
10721074In being true to one, and to no more.
10731075Hipo. If any be di
spo
sde to tru
st your oath,
10741076Let him: ile not be he, I know you feine
10751077All that you
speake, I: for a mingled harlot,
10761078Is true in nothing but in being fal
se.
10771079What!
shall
I teach you how to loath your
selfe?
10781080And mildly too
: not without
sen
se or rea
son.
10791081Bell. I am content, I would faine loath my
selfe,
10811083Hipo. Then if your gratious blood be not all wa
sted,
10831085Lend me your
silence, and attention,- you haue no
soule,
10841086That makes you wey
so light: heauens trea
sure bought it,
10851087And halfe a crowne hath
sold it: for your body
10861088Is like the common
shoare, that
still receiues
10871089All the townes
filth.
The
sin of many men
10881090Is within you, and thus much
I suppo
se,
10891091That if all your committers
stood in ranke,
10901092Theide make a lane, (in which your
shame might dwell)
10911093And with their
spaces reach
from hence to hell.
10921094Nay,
shall
I vrge it more, there has bene knowne,
As