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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
    Peer Reviewed

    The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 2, 1604)

    CVRTIZAN
    The be st Logitian can not proue me so.
    Flu. oh, but the hatefull name of a pennyworth of lawne,
    And then cut out ith middle of the peece:
    Pah, I gue s s e it by my selfe, twould moue a Lambe
    605Were he a Lynnen-draper - twould ifaith.
    Can. Well, giue me leaue to answere you for that,
    We are set here to please all cu stomers,
    Their humours and their fancies: -offend none:
    We get by many, if we leese by one.
    610May be his minde stood to no more then that,
    A penworth serues him, and mong st trades tis (found.
    Deny a pennorth, it may cro s s e a pound.
    Oh, he that meanes to thriue with patient eye,
    Mu st please the diuell, if he come to buy.
    615 Flu. O wondrous man, patient boue wrong or wo,
    How ble st were men, if women could be so.
    Can. And to expre s s e how well my bre st is pleasde,
    And satisfied in all: - George, fill a beaker. Exit George.
    Ile drinke vnto that Gentleman, who lately
    620Be stowed his mony with me. Wife. Gods my life,
    We shall haue all our gaines drunke out in beakers,
    To make amends for pennyworths of lawne. Enter Georg.
    Can. Here wife, begin you to the Gentleman.
    Wife. I begin to him. Can. George, filt vp againe:
    625Twas my fault, my hand shooke. Exit George.
    Pio. How strangely this doth showe?
    A patient man linkt with a waspi sh shrowe.
    Flu. A siluer and gilt beaker: I haue a tricke
    To worke vpon that beaker, sure twil fret him,
    630It cannot choose but vexe him, Seig. Ca struchio,
    In pittie to thee, I haue a cōceit,
    Wil saue thy 100. Duckets yet, twil doot,
    And worke him to impatience.
    Ca st . Sweet Fluello, I should be bountiful to that conceit.
    635 Flu. Well tis enough. Enter George.
    Can. Here Gentleman to you,
    I wi sh your cu stome, yare exceeding welcome.
    Cast . I pledge you Seig. Candido, heere you, that mu st re-
    ceiue a 100. Duccats.
    Pio.
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