The Honest Whore:
3434Thou doo
st abu
se my childe, and mock
st the teares
3535That heere are
shed for her: If to behold
3636Tho
se ro
ses withered, that
set out her cheekes:
3737That paire of
starres that gave her body light,
3838Darkned and dim for ever
: All tho
se rivers
3939That fed her veines with warme and crim
son
streames,
4040Frozen and dried vp: If the
se be
signes of death,
4141Then is
she dead. Thou vnreligious youth,
4242Art not a
shamde to emptie all the
se eyes
4343Of funerall teares, (a debt due to the dead,)
4444As mirth is to the living: Sham'
st thou not
4545To have them
stare on thee? harke, thou art cur
st 4646Even to thy face, by tho
se that
scarce can
speake.
4848Duke What would
st thou have? is
she not dead
? 4949Hip. Oh, you ha killd her by your crueltie.
5050Duke Admit I had, thou kill
st her now againe;
5151And art more
savage then a barbarous Moore.
5252Hip. Let me but ki
sse her pale and bloodle
sse lip.
5353Duke O
fie,
fie,
fie.
5454Hip. Or if not touch her, let me looke on her.
5555Math. As you regard your honour.
5757Math. Or if you lov'de hir living,
spare her now.
5858Duke I, well done
sir, you play the gentleman:
5959Steale hence
: tis nobly done
: away
: Ile ioyne
6060My force to yours, to
stop this violent torment:
6161Pa
sse on.
Exeunt with funerall. 6262Hip. Matheo, thou doo
st wound me more.
6363Math. I give you phi
sicke noble
friend, not wounds,
6464Duke Oh well
said, well done, a true gentleman:
6565Alacke, I know the
sea of lovers rage
6666Comes ru
shing with
so
strong a tide
: it beates
6767And beares downe all re
spe
cts of life, of honour,
6868Of
friends, of foes, forget her gallant youth.
7070Duke Na, na, be but patient
: 7171For why deaths hand hath
sued a
stri
ct divor
se
Twixt