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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.
    not all things belonging to a man.
    Fu st . Gods my life, hee's a verie mandrake, or else (God
    ble s s e 225vs) one a these whiblins, and thats woorse, and then
    all the children that he gets lawfully of your body si ster, are
    ba stards by a statute.
    Vio: O you runne over me too fa st brother, I have heard it
    often said, that hee who cannot be angry, is no man. I am sure
    230my husband is a man in print, for all things else, save onely in
    this, no tempe st can move him.
    Fi st . Slid, would he had beene at sea with vs, hee should ha
    beene movde and movde agen, for Ile be sworne la, our drun-
    ken ship reelde like a Dutchman.
    235 Viola No lo s s e of goods can increase in him a wrinckle, no
    crabbed language make his countenance sowre, the stubburn-
    nes of no servant shake him, he haz no more gall in him than a
    Dove, no more sting than an Ant: Mu sitian will he never bee,
    (yet I finde much mu sicke in him,) but he loves no frets, and
    is 240 so free from anger, that many times I am ready to bite off my
    tongue, because it wants that vertue which all womens tongues
    have (to anger their husbands:) Brother, mine can by no thun-
    der: turne him into a sharpenes.
    Fu st . Belike his blood si ster, is well brewd then.
    245 Viola I prote st to thee Fu stigo, I love him mo st affecti-
    onately, but I know not ---- I ha such a tickling with-
    in mee ---- such a strange longing; nay, verily I doo
    Fu stigo Then y'are with childe si ster, by all signes and
    250tokens; nay, I am partly a Phi sitian, and partly something
    else. I ha read Albertus Magnus, and Ari stotles em-
    Viola Y'are wide ath bow hand still brother: my longings
    are not wanton, but wayward: I long to have my patient hus-
    255band eate vp a whole Porcupine, to the intent, the bri stling
    quills may sticke about his lippes like a flemmi sh mu stacho,
    and be shot at me: I shall be leaner than the new Moone, vn-
    le s s e I can make him hornemad.
    Fu st: Sfoote halfe a quarter of an houre does that: make him
    260a cuckold.