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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 Hone st Whore:
    Thou doo st abuse my childe, and mock st the teares
    35That heere are shed for her: If to behold
    Those roses withered, that set out her cheekes:
    That paire of starres that gave her body light,
    Darkned and dim for ever: All those rivers
    That fed her veines with warme and crimson streames,
    40Frozen and dried vp: If these be signes of death,
    Then is she dead. Thou vnreligious youth,
    Art not a shamde to emptie all these eyes
    Of funerall teares, (a debt due to the dead,)
    As mirth is to the living: Sham' st thou not
    45To have them stare on thee? harke, thou art cur st
    Even to thy face, by those that scarce can speake.
    Hip. My Lord.
    Duke What would st thou have? is she not dead?
    Hip. Oh, you ha killd her by your crueltie.
    50 Duke Admit I had, thou kill st her now againe;
    And art more savage then a barbarous Moore.
    Hip. Let me but ki s s e her pale and bloodle s s e lip.
    Duke O fie, fie, fie.
    Hip. Or if not touch her, let me looke on her.
    55 Math. As you regard your honour.
    Hip. Honour! smoake.
    Math. Or if you lov'de hir living, spare her now.
    Duke I, well done sir, you play the gentleman:
    Steale hence: tis nobly done: away: Ile ioyne
    60My force to yours, to stop this violent torment:
    Pa s s e on. Exeunt with funerall.
    Hip. Matheo, thou doo st wound me more.
    Math. I give you phi sicke noble friend, not wounds,
    Duke Oh well said, well done, a true gentleman:
    65Alacke, I know the sea of lovers rage
    Comes ru shing with so strong a tide: it beates
    And beares downe all respects of life, of honour,
    Of friends, of foes, forget her gallant youth.
    Hip. Forget her?
    70 Duke Na, na, be but patient:
    For why deaths hand hath sued a strict divorse

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