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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.
    905 stowa stoole vpō you beseech you, you are a stranger here,
    we know the fa shions ath house.
    Ca st . Please you be heere my Lord. Tabacco.
    Hipo. No good Ca struchio.
    Flu. You haue abandoned the Court I see my lord since
    910the death of your mi stre s s e, well she was a delicate piece-be-
    seech you sweete, come let vs serue vnder the cullors of your
    acquaintance stil: for all that, please you to meete here at the
    lodging of my cuz, I shall be stow a banquet vpon you.
    Hipo. I neuer can deserue this kindne s s e syr.
    915What may this Lady be, whom you call cuz?
    Flu. Faith syr a poore gentlewoman, of pa s sing good ca-
    riage, one that has some sutes in law, and lyes here in an At-
    turnies house.
    Hipo. Is she married?
    920 Flu. Hah, as all your punks are, a captens wife, or so?
    neuer saw her before, my Lord.
    Hipo. Neuer tru st me a goodly creature.
    Flu. By gad when you know her as we do, youle swear she is
    the prettie st, kinde st, sweete st, mo st bewitching hone st ape
    925vnder the pole. A skin, your satten is not more soft, nor
    lawne whiter.
    Hipo. Belike then shees some sale curtizan.
    Flu. Troth as all your be st faces are, a good wench.
    Hipo. Great pitty that shees a good wench.
    930 Ma. Thou shalt haue it ifaith mi stre s s e: how now signiors?
    what? whispering? did not I lay a wager I should take you
    within seuen daies in a house of vanity.
    Hipo. You did, and I be shrew your heart, you haue won.
    Ma. How do you like my mi stre s s e?
    935 Hipo. Well, for such a mi stre s s e: better, if your mi stre s s e
    be not you ma ster.
    I mu st breake manners gentlemen, fare you well.
    Ma. Sfoote you shall not leaue vs.
    Bell. The gentleman likes not the ta st of our company,
    940 Omni. Beseech you stay.
    Hipo. Tru st me my affaires becken for me, pardon me.
    Ma. Will you call for me halfe an houre hence here?
    Hipe.
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