The Honest Whore.
111111Hipolito I, it cannot be,
112112Such a bright taper
should burne out
so
soone.
113113Mathaeo O yes my Lord,
so
soone: why I ha knowne them,
114114that at dinner have bin a
swell, and had
so much health, that they
115115were glad to pledge it, yet before three a clocke have bin found
117117Hipolito On thur
seday buried! and on monday died,
118118Quicke ha
ste birlady:
sure her winding
sheete
119119Was laide out fore her bodie, and the wormes
120120That now mu
st fea
st with her, were even be
spoke,
121121And
solemnely invited like
strange gue
sts.
122122Mathaeo Strange feeders they are indeede my lord, and like
123123your jea
ster or yong Courtier, will enter vpon any mans tren
- 125125Hipolito Cur
st be that day for ever that robd her
126126Of breath, and me of bli
sse, hencefoorth let it
stand
127127Within the Wizardes booke (the kalendar)
128128Markt with a marginall
finger, to be cho
sen
129129By theeves, by villaines, and blacke murderers,
130130As the be
st day for them to labour in.
131131If hencefoorth this adulterous bawdy world
132132Be got with childe with trea
son,
sacrilege,
133133Athei
sme, rapes, treacherous
friend
ship, periurie,
134134Slaunder, (the beggars
sinne) lies, (
sinne of fooles)
135135Or anie other damnd impieties,
136136On
Monday let em be delivered
: 137137I
sweare to thee Math
aeo, by my
soule.
138138Heereafter weekely on that day ile glew
139139Mine eie-lids downe, becau
se they
shall not gaze
140140On any female cheeke. And being lockt vp
141141In my clo
se chamber, there ile meditate
142142On nothing but my
Infaelices end,
143143Or on a dead mans
scull drawe out mine owne.
144144Mathaeo Youle doe all the
se good workes now every mon
- 145145day, becau
se it is
so bad
: but I hope vppon tue
sday morning I
146146shall take you with a wench.
147147Hipolito If ever whil
st fraile bloud through my veins runne,
On