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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)

    Cedars are shaken, when shrubs doe feele no bruize.
    1815 Enter Bellafronte like a Page.
    How? from Mathaeo.
    Bell. Yes my Lord.
    Hip. Art sick?
    Bell. Not all in health my Lord.
    1820 Hip. Keepe off.
    Bell. I do:
    Hard fate when women are compeld to wooe.
    Hip. This paper does speake nothing.
    Bell. Yes my Lord,
    1825Matter of life it speakes, and therefore writ
    In hidden Caracter; to me iu struction
    My mai ster giues, And (le s s e you please to stay
    Till you both meet) I can the text display.
    Hip. Doe so: read out.
    1830 Bell. I am already out:
    Looke on my face, and read the strange st story!
    Hip. What villaine, ho? Enter his seruant.
    Ser. Call you my Lord?
    Hip. Thou slaue, thou ha st let in the diuell.
    1835 Ser. Lord ble s s e vs, where? hees not clouen my Lord that
    I can see: be sides the diuell goes more like a Gentleman
    than a Page: good my Lord Boon couragio .
    Hip. Thou ha st let in a woman, in mans shape.
    And thou art dambd for't.
    1840 Ser. Not dambd I hope for putting in a woman to a Lord.
    Hip. Fetch me my Rapier,--do not: I shall kill thee.
    Purge this infected chamber of that plague,
    That runnes vpon me thus: Slaue, thru st her hence.
    Ser. Alas my Lord, I shall neuer be able to thru st her hence
    1845without helpe: come Mermaid you mu st to Sea agen.
    Bell. Here me but speake, my words shall be all Mu sick:
    Here me but speake.
    Hip. Another beates the dore,
    T'other Shee-diuell, looke.
    1850 Ser. Why then hell's broke loose. Exit.
    Hip. Hence, guard the chamber: let no more come on,

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