11ACTVS PRIMVS. SCAENA PRIMA. 22Enter at one doore a Funerall, a Coronet lying on the Hearse, Scut- 33 chins and Garlands hanging on the sides, attended by Gasparo 44 Trebatzi, Duke of Millan, Castruchio, Sinezi. Pioratto 5 Fluello, 5and others at an other doore. Enter Hipolito in discon- 66 tented apparance: Matheo a Gentleman his friend, labouring 99BEhold, yon Commet
shewes his head againe;
1010Twice hath he thus at cro
sse-turnes throwne on vs
1111Prodigious lookes: Twice hath he troubled
1212The waters of our eyes. See, hee's turnde wilde;
1414All On afore there ho.
1515Duke Kin
smen and
friends, take
from your manly
sides
1616Your weapons to keepe backe the de
sprate boy
1717From doing violence to the innocent dead.
1818Hipolito I pry thee deere
Matheo.
1919Matheo Come, y'are mad.
2020Hip: I do are
st thee murderer:
set downe.
2121Villaines
set downe that
sorrow, tis all mine.
2222Duke I do be
seech you all, for my bloods
sake
2323Send hence your milder
spirits, and let wrath
2424Ioine in confederacie with your weapons points;
2525If he proceede to vexe vs, let your
swordes
2626Seeke out his bowells: funerall griefe loathes words.
2828Hip. Set downe the body.
3030Y'are wrong
: i'th open
streete
? you
see
shees dead.
3131Hip: I know
shee is not dead.
3232Duke Franticke yong man,
3333Wilt thou beleeve the
se gentlemen? pray
speake:
A 2
The Honest Whore:
3434Thou doo
st abu
se my childe, and mock
st the teares
3535That heere are
shed for her: If to behold
3636Tho
se ro
ses withered, that
set out her cheekes:
3737That paire of
starres that gave her body light,
3838Darkned and dim for ever
: All tho
se rivers
3939That fed her veines with warme and crim
son
streames,
4040Frozen and dried vp: If the
se be
signes of death,
4141Then is
she dead. Thou vnreligious youth,
4242Art not a
shamde to emptie all the
se eyes
4343Of funerall teares, (a debt due to the dead,)
4444As mirth is to the living: Sham'
st thou not
4545To have them
stare on thee? harke, thou art cur
st 4646Even to thy face, by tho
se that
scarce can
speake.
4848Duke What would
st thou have? is
she not dead
? 4949Hip. Oh, you ha killd her by your crueltie.
5050Duke Admit I had, thou kill
st her now againe;
5151And art more
savage then a barbarous Moore.
5252Hip. Let me but ki
sse her pale and bloodle
sse lip.
5353Duke O
fie,
fie,
fie.
5454Hip. Or if not touch her, let me looke on her.
5555Math. As you regard your honour.
5757Math. Or if you lov'de hir living,
spare her now.
5858Duke I, well done
sir, you play the gentleman:
5959Steale hence
: tis nobly done
: away
: Ile ioyne
6060My force to yours, to
stop this violent torment:
6161Pa
sse on.
Exeunt with funerall. 6262Hip. Matheo, thou doo
st wound me more.
6363Math. I give you phi
sicke noble
friend, not wounds,
6464Duke Oh well
said, well done, a true gentleman:
6565Alacke, I know the
sea of lovers rage
6666Comes ru
shing with
so
strong a tide
: it beates
6767And beares downe all re
spe
cts of life, of honour,
6868Of
friends, of foes, forget her gallant youth.
7070Duke Na, na, be but patient
: 7171For why deaths hand hath
sued a
stri
ct divor
se
Twixt
The Honest Whore.
7272Twixt her and thee: whats beautie but a coar
se?
7373What but faire
sand-du
st are earths pure
st formes:
7474Queenes bodies are but trunckes to put in wormes.
7575Mathew Speake no more
sentences, my good lord, but
slip
7676hence; you
see they are but
fits, ile rule him I warrant ye. I,
so,
7777treade gingerly, your Grace is heere
somewhat too long alrea
- 7878dy. Sbloud the jea
st were now, if having tane
some knockes
7979o'th pate already, he
should get loo
se againe, and like a madde
8080Oxe, to
sse my new blacke cloakes into the kennell. I mu
st hu
- 8181mour his lord
ship
: my lord
Hipolito, is it in your
stomacke to
8383Hipolito Where is the body?
8484Matheo The body, as the Duke
spake very wi
sely, is gone
8686Hipolito I cannot re
st, ile meete it at next turne,
8787Ile
see how my love lookes,
Mathaeo holds him ins armes 8888Mathaeo How your love lookes
? wor
se than a
scarre-crowe,
8989wra
stle not with me
: the great felow gives the fall for a duckat.
9090Hipolito I
shall forget my
selfe.
9191Mathaeo Pray do
so, leave your
selfe behinde your
selfe, and
9292go whither you will. Sfoote, doe you long to have ba
se roags
9393that maintaine a
saint
Anthonies fire in their no
ses (by nothing
9494but two peny Ale) make ballads of you? if the Duke had but
so
9595much mettle in him, as is in a coblers awle, he would ha beene a
9696vext thing: he and his traine had blowne you vp, but that their
9797powlder haz taken the wet of cowards
: youle bleed three pot
- 9898tles of Aligant, by this light, if you follow em, and then wee
9999shall have a hole made in a wrong place, to have Surgeons roll
100100thee vp like a babie in
swadling clowts.
101101Hipolito What day is to day, M
athaeo? 102102Mathaeo Yea mary, this is an ea
sie que
stion
: why to day is,
103103let me
see, thur
seday.
Hipolito Oh, thur
seday.
104104Mathaeo Heeres a coile for a dead commoditie, sfoote wo
- 105105men when they are alive are but dead commodities, for you
106106shall have one woman lie vpon many mens hands.
107107Hipolito Shee died on monday then.
108108Mathaeo And thats the mo
st villainous day of all the weeke
109109to die in
: and
she was wel, and eate a me
sse of water-grewel on
A 3 monday
The Honest Whore.
111111Hipolito I, it cannot be,
112112Such a bright taper
should burne out
so
soone.
113113Mathaeo O yes my Lord,
so
soone: why I ha knowne them,
114114that at dinner have bin a
swell, and had
so much health, that they
115115were glad to pledge it, yet before three a clocke have bin found
117117Hipolito On thur
seday buried! and on monday died,
118118Quicke ha
ste birlady:
sure her winding
sheete
119119Was laide out fore her bodie, and the wormes
120120That now mu
st fea
st with her, were even be
spoke,
121121And
solemnely invited like
strange gue
sts.
122122Mathaeo Strange feeders they are indeede my lord, and like
123123your jea
ster or yong Courtier, will enter vpon any mans tren
- 125125Hipolito Cur
st be that day for ever that robd her
126126Of breath, and me of bli
sse, hencefoorth let it
stand
127127Within the Wizardes booke (the kalendar)
128128Markt with a marginall
finger, to be cho
sen
129129By theeves, by villaines, and blacke murderers,
130130As the be
st day for them to labour in.
131131If hencefoorth this adulterous bawdy world
132132Be got with childe with trea
son,
sacrilege,
133133Athei
sme, rapes, treacherous
friend
ship, periurie,
134134Slaunder, (the beggars
sinne) lies, (
sinne of fooles)
135135Or anie other damnd impieties,
136136On
Monday let em be delivered
: 137137I
sweare to thee Math
aeo, by my
soule.
138138Heereafter weekely on that day ile glew
139139Mine eie-lids downe, becau
se they
shall not gaze
140140On any female cheeke. And being lockt vp
141141In my clo
se chamber, there ile meditate
142142On nothing but my
Infaelices end,
143143Or on a dead mans
scull drawe out mine owne.
144144Mathaeo Youle doe all the
se good workes now every mon
- 145145day, becau
se it is
so bad
: but I hope vppon tue
sday morning I
146146shall take you with a wench.
147147Hipolito If ever whil
st fraile bloud through my veins runne,
On
The Honest Whore.
148148On womans beames I throw a
ffe
ction,
149149Save her thats dead: or that I loo
sely
flie
150150To'th
shoare of any other wafting eie,
151151Let me not pro
sper heaven. I will be true,
152152Even to her du
st and a
shes
: could her tombe
153153Stand whil
st I livde
so long, that it might rot,
154154That
should fall downe, but
she be ne're forgot.
155155Mathaeo If you have this
strange mon
ster, Hone
stie, in
156156your belly, why
so Iig-makers and chroniclers
shall picke
som
- 157157thing out of you
: but and I
smell not you and a bawdy hou
se
158158out within the
se tenne daies, let my no
se be as bigge as an En
- 159159gli
sh bag-pudding
: Ile followe your lord
ship, though it be to
160160the place aforenamed.
Exeunt.