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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)

    Doc. I doe beseech your grace to bury deepe,
    This bloudy act of mine.
    Duk. Nay, nay, for that,
    2190Doctor looke you toot: me it shall not moue,
    Thei'r curs'de that ill doe, not that ill do loue,
    Doc. You throw an angry forehead on my face,
    But be you pleas'd, backward thus far to looke,
    That for your good this euill I vndertooke,
    2195 Duk. I, I, we con ster so:
    Doc. And onely for your loue.
    Duk. Confe st : tis true.
    Doc. Nor let it stand again st me as a bar,
    To thru st me from your presence: nor beleeue
    2200(As Princes haue quicke thoughts,) that now my finger
    Being dipt in blood, I will not spare the hand,
    But that for gold (as what can golde not doe?)
    I may be hi'rde to worke the like on you,
    Duk. Which to preuent--.
    2205 Doc. Tis from my hart as far.
    Duk. No matter Doctor, cause ile feareles sleepe,
    And that you shall stand cleare of that suspition
    I bani sh thee for euer from my court.
    This principle is old but true as fate,
    2210Kings may loue treason, but the traitor hate, Exit.
    Doc. I st so? nay then Duke, your stale principle
    With one as stale, the Doctor thus shall quit,
    He fals himselfe that dig anothers pit,
    How now: where is he? will he meete me:
    2215 Enter the Doctors man.
    Doc. man. meete you sir? he might haue met with three
    fencers in this time and haue receiued le s s e hurt then by mee-
    ting one Doctor of Phi sicke: why sir has walkt vnder the old
    Abbey wall yonder this houre, till hees more colde then a
    2220Citizens country house in Ianiuere, you may smell him be-
    hinde sir; la you: yonder he comes.
    Doc. leaue me. Enter Hipolito.
    Doc. man. Ith lurch if you will. Exit.
    Do. O my mo st noble friend.
    Hip. Few
    H 3