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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)

    Hip. Perhaps I shall.
    Ma. Perhaps? fah! I know you can, sweare to me you wil.
    945 Hip. Since you will pre s s e me on my word, I will. Exit.
    Bell. What sullen picture is this seruant?
    Ma. Its Count Hipolito, the braue Count.
    Pio. As gallant a spirit, as any in Millan you sweete (Iewe,
    Flu. Oh hees a mo st e s s entiall gentleman, coz.
    950 Ca st . Did you neuer heare of Count Hipolitos ac-
    Bell. Marymuffe a your counts, & be no more life in 'em.
    Ma. Hees so malcontent! sirra Bellafronte, & you be ho-
    ne st gallants, lets sup together, and haue the count with vs:
    955thou shalt sit at the vpper end puncke.
    Bell. Puncke you sowcde gurnet?
    Ma. Kings truce: come, ile be stow the supper to haue
    him but laugh.
    Ca st . He betraies his youth too gro sly to that tyrant me- (lancholy.
    960 Ma. All this is for a woman.
    Bell. A woman! some whore! what sweet Iewell i st?
    Pio. Wod she heard you. Flu. Troth so wud I.
    Ca st . And I by heauen.
    Bell. Nay good seruant, what woman? Ma. Pah.
    965 Bell. Pry thee tell me, abu s s e and tell me: I warrant hees
    an hone st fellowe, if hee take on thus for a wench: good
    roague who:
    Ma. Byth Lord I will not, mu st not, faith mi stre s s e: i st a
    match sirs? this night, at Th'antilop:, for thers be st wine, and (good boyes.
    970 Omni. Its done at Th'antilop.
    Bell. I cannot be there tonight.
    Ma. Cannot? bith lord you shall.
    Bell. By the Lady I will not: shaall!
    Flu. Why then put it off till fryday: wut come then cuz?
    975 Bell. Well. Enter Roger.
    Ma. Y'are the waspi she st Ape. Roger, put your mi stris in
    minde, your scurny mi stris heere, to sup with vs on friday
    next: y'are be st come like a mad woman, without a band in
    your wa stcoate, & the lynings of your kirtle outward, like
    980euery common hackny that steals out at the back gate of her
    sweet knights lodging