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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)

    The conuerted Courtizan.
    Harlot! I, that's the spot that taynts my soule:
    1210his weapon left heere? O fit in strument,
    To let forth all the poyson of my fle sh!
    Thy M. hates me, cause my bloud hath rang'd:
    But whē tis forth, then heele beleeue Ime chāg'd.
    Hip. Mad woman, what art doing? Enter Hipo.
    1215 Bel. Eyther loue me,
    Or cleaue my bosome on thy Rapiers poynt.
    Yet doe not neyther; for thou then de stroy st
    That which I loue thee for (thy vertues) here, here,
    Th'art crueller, and kil st me with disdayne:
    1220To die so, sheds no bloud, yet tis worse payne. Exit Hipol.
    Not speake to me! not looke! not bid farewell!
    Hated! this mu st not be, some meanes Ile try.
    Would all Whores were as hone st now, as I. Exeunt.

    SCENA 7.
    1225 Enter Candido, his wife, George, and two Prentices in the
    shop: Fu stigo enters, walking by.
    Geor. See Gentlemen, what you lack? a fine Holland,
    a fine Cambrick, see what you buy.
    1. Pr. Holland for shirts, Cambrick for bands, what i st (you lack?
    1230 Fu st . Sfoot, I lack em all, nay more, I lack money to buy
    em: let me see, let me looke agen: ma s s e this is the shop;
    What Coz! sweet Coz! how do st ifayth, since la st night
    after candlelight? we had good sport ifayth, had we not?
    and when shals laugh agen?
    1235 Wi. When you will, Cozen.
    Fu st . Spoke like a kind Lacedemoniā: I see yonders thy (husband.
    Wi. I, ther's the sweet youth, God ble s s e him.
    Fu st . And how i st Cozen? & how? how i st thou squall?
    Wi. Well, Cozen, how fare you?
    1240 Fu st . How fare I? troth, for sixpence a meale, wench, as
    wel as heart can wi sh, with Calues chaldrons and chitter-
    lings, be sides I haue a Punck after supper, as good as a ro- ( sted Apple.
    Cand. Are you my wiues Cozen?
    Fu st . A am, sir, what ha st thou to do with that?
    1245 Cand. O, nothing but y'are welcome.
    Fu st . The
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