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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)

    The Hone st Whore.
    185more porter for making thee stay, farewell hone st porter.
    Porter I am in your debt sir, God preserve you. Exit.
    Enter Viola.
    Fu. Not so neither, good porter, gods lid, yonder she coms.
    Si ster Viola, I am glad to see you stirring: its newes to have mee
    190heere, i st not si ster?
    Viola Yes tru st me: I wondred who should be so bolde to
    send for me, you are welcome to Millan brother.
    Fu st . Troth si ster I heard you were married to a verie rich
    chuffe, and I was very sorie for it, that I had no better clothes,
    195and that made me send: for you knowe wee Millaners love to
    strut vpon Spani sh leather. And how does all our friends?
    Viola Very well; you ha travelled enough now, I trowe, to
    sowe your wilde oates.
    Fu st . A pox on em; wilde oates, I ha not an oate to throw
    200at a horse, troth si ster I ha sowde my oates, and reapt 200.
    duckats if I had em, heere, mary I mu st intreate you to lend me
    some thirty or forty till the ship come, by this hand ile discharge
    at my day, by this hand.
    Viola These are your olde oaths.
    205 Fu st . Why si ster, doe you thinke ile forsweare my hand?
    Viola Well, well, you shall have them: put your selfe into
    better fa shion, because I mu st imploy you in a serious matter.
    Fu st . Ile sweare like a horse if I like the matter.
    Uiola You ha ca st off all your olde swaggering humours.
    210 Fu st . I had not sailde a league in that great fi sh-pond (the
    sea) but I ca st vp my very gall.
    Viola I am the more sory, for I mu st imploy a true swagge-
    Fu st . Nay by this yron si ster, they shall finde I am powlder
    215and touch-box, if they put fire once into me.
    Uiola Then lend me your eares.
    Fu st . Mine eares are yours deere si ster.
    Uiola I am married to a man that haz wealth enough, and
    wit enough.
    220 Fu st . A linnen Draper I was tolde si ster.
    Viola Very true, a grave Cittizen; I want nothing that a
    wife can wi sh from a husband: but heeres the spite, hee haz