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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)

    The Hone st Whore.
    110monday morning.
    Hipolito I, it cannot be,
    Such a bright taper should burne out so soone.
    Mathaeo O yes my Lord, so soone: why I ha knowne them,
    that at dinner have bin aswell, and had so much health, that they
    115were glad to pledge it, yet before three a clocke have bin found
    dead drunke.
    Hipolito On thurseday buried! and on monday died,
    Quicke ha ste birlady: sure her winding sheete
    Was laide out fore her bodie, and the wormes
    120That now mu st fea st with her, were even bespoke,
    And solemnely invited like strange gue sts.
    Mathaeo Strange feeders they are indeede my lord, and like
    your jea ster or yong Courtier, will enter vpon any mans tren-
    cher without bidding.
    125 Hipolito Cur st be that day for ever that robd her
    Of breath, and me of bli s s e, hencefoorth let it stand
    Within the Wizardes booke (the kalendar)
    Markt with a marginall finger, to be chosen
    By theeves, by villaines, and blacke murderers,
    130As the be st day for them to labour in.
    If hencefoorth this adulterous bawdy world
    Be got with childe with treason, sacrilege,
    Atheisme, rapes, treacherous friend ship, periurie,
    Slaunder, (the beggars sinne) lies, ( sinne of fooles)
    135Or anie other damnd impieties,
    On Monday let em be delivered:
    I sweare to thee Mathaeo, by my soule.
    Heereafter weekely on that day ile glew
    Mine eie-lids downe, because they shall not gaze
    140On any female cheeke. And being lockt vp
    In my close chamber, there ile meditate
    On nothing but my Infaelices end,
    Or on a dead mans scull drawe out mine owne.
    Mathaeo Youle doe all these good workes now every mon-
    145day, because it is so bad: but I hope vppon tuesday morning I
    shall take you with a wench.
    Hipolito If ever whil st fraile bloud through my veins runne,

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