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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
    Peer Reviewed

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

    Gaue money for my soule; you brake the Ice,
    Which after turnd a puddle: I was led
    By your temptation to be miserable:
    I pray seeke out some other that will fall,
    1670Or rather (I pray) seeke out none at all.
    Mat. I st po s sible, to be impossible, an hone st whore! I
    haue heard many hone st wenches turne Strumpets with
    a wet finger; but for a Harlot to turne hone st, is one of Her-
    cules labours: It was more ea sie for him in one night to
    1675make fifty queanes, then to make one of them hone st a-
    gen in fifty yeeres: come, I hope thou doo st but ie st.
    Bel. Tis time to leaue off ie sting, I had almo st
    Ie sted away Saluation: I shall loue you,
    If you will soone forsake me.
    1680 Mat. God buy thee.
    Bel. Oh, tempt no more womē: shun their weighty curse,
    Women (at be st) are bad, make them not worse,
    You gladly seeke our sexes ouerthrow:
    But not to rayse our states for all your wrongs.
    1685Will you vouchsafe me but due recompence,
    To marry with me?
    Mat. How, marry with a Punck, a Cockatrice, a Har-
    lot? mary foh, Ile be burnt thorow the nose fir st.
    Bel. Why la? these are your othes you loue to vndo vs,
    1690To put heauen from vs, whil st our be st houres wa ste:
    You loue to make vs lewd, but neuer cha ste.
    Mat. Ile heare no more of this: this ground vpon,
    Th'art damn'd for altring thy Religion. Exit.
    Bel. Thy lu st and sin speake so much: go thou my ruine,
    1695The fir st fall my soule tooke; by my example
    I hope few maydens now will put their heads
    Vnder mens girdels: who lea st tru sts, is mo st wise:
    Mens othes do ca st a mi st before our eyes.
    My be st of wit be ready: now I goe,
    1700By some deuice to greet Hipolito.
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