Digital Renaissance Editions

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

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

Fust. The Deuils dung in thy teeth: Ile be welcom whe-
ther thou wilt or no, I: What Ring's this Coz? very pretty
and fantasticall ifayth, lets see it.
Wife Puh! nay you wrench my finger.
1250Fust. 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 easily with her Ring, tis with my heart.
1255Geo. Suffer this, sir, & suffer all, a whoreson Gull, to --,
Can. Peace, George, whē she has reapt what I haue sown,
Sheele say, one grayne tastes better of her owne,
Then whole sheaues gatherd from anothers land:
Wit's neuer good, till bought at a deare hand.
1260Geo. But in the meane time she makes an Asse of some (body.
2. Pren. See, see, see, sir, as you turne your backe, they
doe nothing but kisse.
Cand. No matter, let 'em: when I touch her lip,
I shall not feele his kisses, no nor misse
1265Any of her lip: no harme in kissing is.
Looke to your businesse, pray, make vp your wares.
Fust. Troth Coz, and well remembred, I would thou
wouldst giue mee fiue yards of Lawne, to make my Punke
some falling bands a the fashiō, 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, & bestow some cleane commodities
1275vpō vs. Wife. Reach me those Cambricks, & the Lawnes
hither. Cand. What to doe wife? to lauish out my goods
vpon a foole?
Fust. Foole! Sneales eate the foole, or Ile so batter your
crowne, that it shall scarce go for fiue shillings.
12802. Pr. Do you heare sir? y'are best be quiet, & say a foole (tels you so.
Fust. Nailes, I think so, for thou telst me.
Can. Are you angry sir, because I namde the foole?
Trust me, you are not wise, in mine owne house;