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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)

    Ca st . Her's mo st Herculian Tobacco, ha some acquaintāce?
    830 Bel. Fah, not I, makes your breath stinke, like the pi s s e of a
    Foxe. Acquaintance, where supt you la st night?
    Ca st . At a place sweete acquaintance where your health
    danc'de the Canaries y'faith: you should ha ben there.
    Bell. I there among your Punkes, marry fah, hang-em:
    835 scorn't: will you neuer leaue sucking of egs in other folkes
    hens nea sts.
    Ca st . Why in good troth, if youle tru st me acquaintance,
    there was not one hen at the board, aske Fluello.
    Flu. No faith Coz; none but Cocks, signior Malauella
    840drunke to thee. Bel. O, a pure beagle; that horse-leach there?
    Flu. And the knight, S. Oliuer Lollio, swore he wold be stow
    a taffata petticoate on thee, but to breake his fa st with thee.
    Bel. With me! Ile choake him then, hang him Mole-cat-
    cher, its the dreaming st snotty-nose.
    845 Pio. Well, many tooke that Lollio for a foole, but he's a
    subtile foole. Bel. I, and he has fellowes: of all filthy
    dry-fi sted knights, I cannot abide that he should touch me.
    Ca st . Why wench, is he scabbed?
    Bel. Hang him, heele not liue to bee so hone st, nor to the
    850credite to haue scabbes about him, his betters haue em: but
    I hate to weare out any of his course knight-hood, because
    hee's made like an Aldermans night-gowne, fac st all with
    conny before, and within nothing but Foxe: this sweete
    Oliuer, will eate Mutton till he be ready to bur st, but the
    855leane iawde- slaue wil not pay for the scraping of his trēcher.
    Pio. Plague him, set him beneath the salt, and let him not
    touch a bit, till euery one has had his full cut.
    Flu. Sordello, the Gentleman-V sher came into vs too,
    marry twas in our cheese, for he had beene to borrow mony
    860for his Lord, of a Citizen.
    Ca st . What an a s s e is that Lord, to borrow money of a
    Bell. Nay, Gods my pitty, what an a s s e is that Citizen to
    lend mony to a Lord.
    865 Enter Matheo and Hypolito, who saluting the Com-,
    pany, as a stranger walkes off . Roger comes in sadly behind them.