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

    Fu st . The Deuils dung in thy teeth: Ile be welcom whe-
    ther thou wilt or no, I: What Ring's this Coz? very pretty
    and fanta sticall ifayth, lets see it.
    Wife Puh! nay you wrench my finger.
    1250 Fu st . I ha sworne Ile ha't, and I hope you wil not let my
    othes be crackt in the ring, wil you? I hope, sir, you are not
    mallicolly at this for all your great lookes: are you angry?
    Cand. Angry? not I sir, nay, if she can part
    So ea sily with her Ring, tis with my heart.
    1255 Geo. Suffer this, sir, & suffer all, a whoreson Gull, to --,
    Can. Peace, George, whē she has reapt what I haue sown,
    Sheele say, one grayne ta stes better of her owne,
    Then whole sheaues gatherd from anothers land:
    Wit's neuer good, till bought at a deare hand.
    1260 Geo. But in the meane time she makes an A s s e of some (body.
    2. Pren. See, see, see, sir, as you turne your backe, they
    doe nothing but ki s s e.
    Cand. No matter, let 'em: when I touch her lip,
    I shall not feele his ki s s es, no nor mi s s e
    1265Any of her lip: no harme in ki s sing is.
    Looke to your bu sine s s e, pray, make vp your wares.
    Fu st . Troth Coz, and well remembred, I would thou
    would st giue mee fiue yards of Lawne, to make my Punke
    some falling bands a the fa shiō, three falling one vpon ano-
    1270ther: for that's the new editiō now: she's out of linnen hor-
    ribly too, troth, sha's neuer a good smock to her back ney-
    ther, but one that has a great many patches in't, & that I'm
    faine to weare my selfe for want of shift to: prithee put me
    into holesom napery, & be stow some cleane commodities
    1275vpō vs. Wife. Reach me those Cambricks, & the Lawnes
    hither. Cand. What to doe wife? to laui sh out my goods
    vpon a foole?
    Fu st . Foole! Sneales eate the foole, or Ile so batter your
    crowne, that it shall scarce go for fiue shillings.
    1280 2. Pr. Do you heare sir? y'are be st be quiet, & say a foole (tels you so.
    Fu st . Nailes, I think so, for thou tel st me.
    Can. Are you angry sir, because I namde the foole?
    Tru st me, you are not wise, in mine owne house;