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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 2, 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 2, 1604)

    The converted Curtezan.
    Wife: Puh, he would count such a cut no vnkindenes.
    Fu st . The hone ster Cittizen he; then make him drunke and
    cut off his beard.
    Wife Fie, fie, idle, idle, hee's no French-man to fret at the
    265lo s s e of a little scalde haire. No brother, thus it shall be, you mu st
    be secret.
    Fu: As your Mid-wife I prote st si ster, or a Barber-surgeon.
    Wife Repaire to the Tortoys heere in S. Chri stophers streete,
    I will send you mony; turne your selfe into a brave man: in steed
    270of the armes of your mi stris, let your sword and your militarie
    scarfe hang about your necke.
    Fu st . I mu st have a great Horse-mans French feather too
    si ster.
    Wife O, by any meanes to shew your light head, else your
    275hat will sit like a coxcombe: to be briefe, you mu st bee in all
    points a mo st terrible wide-mouth'd swaggerer:
    Fu st: Nay, for swaggering points let me alone.
    Wife Resort then to our shop, & (in my husbands presence)
    ki s s e me, snatch rings, jewells, or any thing, so you give it backe
    280agen brother in secret.
    Fu st: By this hand si ster.
    Wife Sweare as if you came but new from knight-
    Fu st . Nay, ile sweare after 400. a yeare.
    285 Wife Swagger worse then a Lievetenant among fre sh water
    souldiers, call me your love, your yngle, your coosen, or so; but
    si ster at no hand.
    Fu st : No, no, it shall be coosen, or rather cuz, thats the gul-
    ling word betweene the Cittizens wives & their mad-caps,
    290that man em to the garden; to call you one a my naunts si ster,
    were as good as call you arrant whoore: no, no, let me alone to
    cosen you rarely.
    Wife H'az heard I have a brother, but never saw him, there-
    fore put on a good face.
    295 Fu st : The be st in Millan I warrant.
    Wife Take vp wares, but pay nothing, rifle my bosome, my
    pocket, my purse, the boxes for mony to dice with all; but bro-
    ther, you mu st give all backe agen in secret.
    Fu stigo