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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)


    Y'are but a scuruy Spaniell; hone st Lord,
    Good Lady: Zounds their loue is iu st, tis good,
    And Ile preuent you, tho I swim in bloud. Exit.
    2420 Enter Frier Anselmo, Hipolito, Mathaeo, Infaeliche.
    Hip. Nay, nay, resolue good father, or deny.
    Ans . You pre s s e me to an act, both full of danger,
    And full of happine s s e, for I behold.
    Your fathers frownes, his threats, nay perhaps death,
    2425To him that dare doe this, yet noble Lord,
    Such comfortable beames breake through these clowdes,
    By this ble st mariage, that your honord word
    Being pawnd in my defence) I will tie fa st,
    The holy wedding Knot. Hip. Tu sh feare not the Duke.
    2430 Ans . O sonne, wisely to feare: Is to be free from feare.
    Hip. You haue our words, and you shall haue our liues,
    To guard you safe from all ensuing danger.
    Ma. I, I, chop em vp and away.
    Ans . Stay, when i st fit for me, safe st for you,
    2435To entertaine this bu sines.
    Hip. Not till the euening.
    Ans . Be't so, there is a chappell stands hard by,
    Vpon the We st end of the Abbey wall,
    Thether conuay your selues, and when the sunne
    2440Hath turnd his back vpon this vpper world,
    Ile mary you, that done, no thnndring voice,
    Can breake the sacred bond, yet Lady here you are mo st safe.
    Infae . Father your lou's mo st deere.
    Mat. I well said locke vs into some little roome by our
    2445 selues that we may be mad for an houre or two.
    Hip. O good Mathaeo no, lets make no noise.
    Mat. How! no noise! do you know where you are: sfoot
    amon st all the mad-caps in Millan: so that to throw the house
    out at window will be the better, & no man will suspect that
    2450we lurke here to steale mutton: the more sober we are, the
    more scuruy tis. And tho the Frier tell vs, that heere we are
    safe st, i'me not of his minde, for if those lay here that had lo st
    there mony, none would euer looke after them, but heare are
    none but those that haue lo st their wits, o that if hue and cry
    2455be made, hether theile come, and my reason is, because none

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