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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.
    Doctor Ile starve her on the Appenine
    Ere he shall marry her: I mu st confe s s e,
    Hipolito is nobly borne, a man;
    340Did not mine enemies blood boile in his veines,
    Whom I would court to be my sonne in law?
    But Princes whose high spleenes for empery swell,
    Are not with ea sie Arte made paralell.
    2 Ser. She wakes my Lord. Duke Looke Doctor Benedict .
    345I charge you on your lives maintaine for truth,
    What ere the Doctor or my selfe averre,
    For you shall beare her hence to Bergamo
    Inf: Oh God, what fearefull dreames?
    Doctor Lady. Inf. Ha.
    350 Duke Girle.
    Why Infaelica, how i st now, ha, speake?
    Inf. I'me well, what makes this Doctor heere? I'me well.
    Duke Thou wert not so even now, sicknes pale hand
    Laid hold on thee even in the midst} of fea sting;
    355And when a cup crownde with thy lovers health
    Had toucht thy lips, a sencible cold dew
    Stood on thy cheekes, as if that death had wept
    To see such beautie alter.
    Inf. I remember
    360I sate at banquet, but felt no such change.
    Duke Thou ha st forgot then how a me s s enger
    Came wildely in with this vnsavorie newes,
    That he was dead.
    Inf. What me s s enger? whoes dead?
    365 Duke Hipolito, alacke, wring not thy hands.
    Inf. I saw no me s s enger, heard no such newes.
    Doctor Tru st me you did sweete Lady.
    Duke La you now. 2 Servants Yes indeede Madam.
    Duke La you now, tis well good knaves.
    370 Inf. You ha slaine him, and now you'le murder me.
    Duke Good Infelica vexe not thus thy selfe,
    Of this the bad report before did strike
    So coldly to thy heart, that the swift currents
    Of life were all frozen vp.