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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)

    One woman serues for mans damnation.
    Be shrew thee, thou doo st make me violate,
    The cha ste st and mo st sanctimonious vow,
    1855That ere was entred in the court of heauen:
    I was on meditations spottles wings,
    vpon my iorney thether; like a storme
    Thou beats my ripened cogitations,
    flat to the ground: and like a theife doo st stand,
    1860To steale deuotion from the holy land.
    Bel. If woman were thy mother; if thy hart,
    Bee not all Marble, (or ift Marble be)
    Let my teares soften it, to pitty me,
    I doe beseech the doe not thus with scorne,
    1865De stroy a woman.
    Hip. Woman I beseech thee,
    Get thee some other suite, this fits thee not,
    I would not grant it to a kneeling Queene,
    I cannot loue thee, nor I mu st not: See,
    1870The copy of that obligation,
    Where my soule's bound in heauy penalties.
    Bel. She's dead you told me, shele let fal her suite.
    Hip. My vowes to her, fled after her to heauen,
    Were thine eyes cleere as mine, thou might st behold her,
    1875Watching vpon yon battlements of starres,
    How I obserue them: should I breake my bond,
    This bord would riue in twaine, these wooden lippes
    Call me mo st periurde villaine, let it suffice,
    I ha set thee in the path; I st not a signe,
    1880I loue thee, when with one so mo st mo st deare,
    Ile haue thee fellowes? All are fellowes there.
    Bel. Be greater then a king, saue not a body,
    But from eternall shipwracke keepe a soule,
    If not, and that againe, sinnes path I tread,
    1885The griefe be mine, the guilt fall on thy head.
    Hip. Stay and take Phi sicke for it, read this booke,
    Aske counsell of this head whats to be done,
    Hele strike it dead that tis damnation,
    If you turne turke againe, oh doe it not,