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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.
    And all, you Gallants, can be stow on them,
    Is that French Infant, which n'ere acts but speaks:
    1630What shallow sonne & heire then, fooli sh gallāt,
    Would wa ste all his inheritance, to purchase
    A filthy loathd disease? and pawne his body
    To a dry euill: that vsurie's wor st of all,
    When th'intere st will eate out the principall.
    1635 Mat. Sfoot, she guls em the be st: this is alwaies
    her fa shion, when she would be rid of any com-
    pany that she cares not for, to inioy mine alone.
    Flu. Whats here? in structions, Admonitions, and Caue-
    ats? come out, you scabberd of vengeance.
    1640 Mat. Fluello, spurne your hounds when they fy ste, you
    shall not spurne my Punk, I can tell you my bloud is vext.
    Flu. Pox a your bloud: make it a quarrell.
    Mat. Y'are a Slaue, will that serue turne?
    Omn. Sbloud, hold, hold.
    1645 Ca st . Matheo, Fluello, for shame put vp.
    Mat. Spurne my sweet Varlet!
    Bel. O how many thus
    Mou'd with a little folly, haue let out
    Their soules in Brothell houses, fell downe and dyed
    1650Iu st at their Harlots foot, as 'twere in pride.
    Flu. Matheo, we shall meet.
    Mat. I, I, any where, sauing at Church: pray take heed
    we meet not there.
    Flu. Adue, Damnation.
    1655 Ca st . Cockatrice, farewell.
    Pi. There's more deceit in women, then in hel. Exeunt.
    Mat. Ha, ha, thou doe st gull em so rarely, so naturally: if
    I did not think thou had st bin in earne st: thou art a sweet
    Rogue for't ifayth.
    1660 Bel. Why are not you gone to, Signior Matheo?
    I pray depart my house: you may beleeue me,
    In troth I haue no part of Harlot in me.
    Mat. How's this?
    Bel. Indeed I loue you not: but hate you worse
    1665Then any man, because you were the fir st