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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.
    Cand. O well done, George, weele cut it iu st ith mid st:
    Tis very well I thanke thee, helpe it on.
    Ge. It mu st come ouer your head, sir, like a wenches pe- (ticoate.
    Cand. Th'art in the right, good George, it mu st indeed.
    1440Fetch me a nightcap, for Ile gyrd it close,
    As if my health were queazy: twill show well,
    For a rude carele s s e night-gowne, wil't not, think st?
    Ge. Indifferent well, sir, for a night-gowne, being girt & (pleated.
    Cand. I, and a night-cap on my head.
    1445 Ge. Thats true sir, Ile run & fetch one, & a staffe. Exit Ge.
    Can. For thus they cannot chuse but con ster it,
    One that is out of health, takes no delight,
    Weares his apparell without appetite,
    And puts on heedles rayment without forme. Enter Geo.
    1450So, so, kind George, be secret now: & prithee do not laugh
    at me till Ime out of sight. Geor. I laugh? not I, sir.
    Cand. Now to the Senate-house:
    Methinks, Ide rather weare without a frowne,
    A patient Carpet, then an angry Gowne. Exit.
    1455 Ge. Now looks my M. iu st like one of our Carpet knights,
    only hee's somewhat the hone ster of the two. Enter Can- didoes wife.
    Wi. What, is your ma ster gone?
    Geo. Yes forsooth, his back is but new turnd.
    Wi. And in his cloke? did he not vexe and sweare?
    1460 Geo. No, but heele make you sweare anon: no indeed,
    he went away like a lambe.
    Wi. Key, sinke to hell: still patient, patient still!
    I am with child to vexe him: prythee George,
    If e're thou look st for fauour at my hands,
    1465Vphold one Ie st for me. Geor. Again st my ma ster?
    Wi. Tis a meere Ie st in fayth: say, wilt thou doo't?
    Geor. Well, what i st?
    Wi. Heere, take this key, thou know st where all things (lie,
    Put on thy ma sters be st apparell, Gowne,
    1470Chayne, Cap, Ruffe, euery thing, be like himselfe,
    And 'gayn st his comming home, walke in the shop,
    Fayne the same cariage, and his patient looke,
    'Twill breed but a ie st thou know st, speake, wilt thou?
    Geor. 'Twill wrong my ma sters patience.
    Wi. Pry-