1915191511. SCE. Enter Fustigo, Crambo and Poli. 19161916Fus. Hold vp your hands gentlemen: heres one, two, three,
19171917(nay I warrant they are
sound pi
stols, and without
flawes, I
19181918had them (of my
sister, and I know
she v
ses to put nothing
19191919thats crackt,) three, foure,
fiue,
sixe,
seuen, eight and nine, by
19201920this hand bring me but a piece of his bloud. and you
shall
19211921haue 9. more. Ile lurke in a tauerne not far o
ff, & prouide
sup
- 19221922per to clo
se vp the end of the Tragedy, the linnen drapers re
- 19231923mēber-
stand toot I be
seech you, & play your partes perfe
ctly.
19241924Cram. Looke you Signior, tis not your golde that we way.
19251925Fust. Nay, nay, way it and
spare not, if it lacke one graine of (corne;
19261926Ile giue you a bu
shell of wheate to make it vp.
19271927Cram. But by your fauour Signior, which of the
seruants
G 3 is
THE HONEST WHORE.
19281928is it, becau
se wele puni
sh iu
stly.
19291929Fust. Mary tis the head man; you
shall ta
st him by his
19301930tongue a pretty tall prating felow, with a
Tuscalonian beard.
19321932Fust. Cods life I was neere
so thrumbd
since I was a gentle
- 19331933man: my coxcombe was dry beaten as if my haire had beene
19341934hemp.
Cram. Wele dry beate
some of them.
19351935Fust. Nay it grew
so high, that my
sister cryed murder out
19361936very manfully: I haue her con
sent in a manner to haue him
19371937pepperd, els ile not doot to win more then ten cheaters do at a
19381938ri
fling: breake but his pate or
so, onely his mazer, becau
se
19391939ile haue his head in a cloath a
swell as mine, hees a linnen dra
- 19401940per and may take enough. I could enter mine a
ction of batte
- 19411941ry again
st him, but we may haps be both dead and rotten be
- 19431943Cram. No more to doe, but in
sconce your
selfe i'th taueren;
19441944prouide no great cheare, couple of Capons,
some Phe
sants,
19451945Plouers, an Oringeado-pie or
so: but how bloudy
soere the
19471947Fust. No, no, nay if I
stir,
some body
shal
stinke: ile not budge:
19491949Cram. Well, well, to the tauerne, let not our
supper be raw,
19501950for you
shall haue blood enough-your belly full.
19511951Fust. Thats all
so god
sa me, I thir
st after, bloud for bloud,
19521952bump for bump, no
se for no
se, head for head, pla
ster for pla
- 19531953ster, and
so farewell: what
shall I call your names becau
se ile
19541954leaue word, if any
such come to the barre.
19551955Cram. My name is Corporall
Crambo.
19561956Poh. and mine, Lieutenant
Poh.
Exeunt. 19571957Cram. Poli. Is as tall a man as euer opened Oy
ster: I would
19581958not be the diuell to meete
Poh, farewell.
19591959Fust. Nor I by this light, if
Poh be
such a
Poh.
Exeunt.