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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1604)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • Contributing editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • Coordinating editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • General textual editor: Eleanor Lowe
  • 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 HONEST WHORE.
    2150Ile sweare then I haue a saint, and not a man Exit.

    13. SCE.
    Enter Duke: Doctor: Fluello, Castruchio, Pioratto.
    Duk. giue vs a little leaue. Doctor your newes.
    Doc. I sent for him my Lord: at last he came,
    2155And did receiue all speech that went from me,
    As gilded pilles made to prolong his health:
    My credit with him wrought it: for, some men.
    Swallow euen empty hookes, like fooles. that feare
    No drowning where tis deepest, Cause tis cleare:
    2160In th'end we sat and eate: a health I dranke
    To Infaelices sweete departed soule,
    (This traine I knew would take.)
    Duk. Twas excellent.
    Doc. He fell with such deuotion on his knees,
    2165To pledge the same.
    Duk. Fond superstitious foole?
    Doc. That had he beene inflam'd with zeale of prayer,
    He could not power't out with more reuerence.
    About my necke he hung, wept on my cheeke,
    2170Kist it, and swore, he would adore my lippes,
    Because they brought forth Infaelices name.
    Duk. Ha, ha, alacke, alacke.
    Doc. The cup he lifs vp high, and thus he said,
    Here noble maid: drinkes, and was poisoned.
    2175Duk. and died?
    Doc. And died my Lord.
    Duk. Thou in that word,
    Hast peied mine aged houres out with more yeares,
    Than thou hast taken from Hipolito,
    2180A noble youth he was, but lesser branches
    Hindring the greaters growth, must be lopt off,
    And feede the fire: Doctor w'are now all thine,
    And vse vs so: be bold.
    Doc. Thankes gracious Lord:
    2185My honoured Lord:
    Duk. hmh.
    Doc. I