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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 CONVERTED
    Ca st . I haue strange newes my Lord.
    Duk. Of what? of whom?
    2380 Cast . Of Infaelice, and a mariage.
    Du. Ha! where? with whom.
    Cast . Hipolito. Geo. Here my Lord.
    Du. Hence with that woman, voyd the roome.
    Flu. Away, the Duke's vext.
    2385 Geo. Whoop, come mi stris the Duke's mad too. Exeunt.
    Du. Who told me that Hipolito was dead?
    Cast . He that can make any man dead, the Doctor: but
    my Lord, hees as full of life as wilde-fire; and as quick: Hipo -
    lito, the Doctor, and one more rid hence this euening; the
    2390Inne at which they light is Bethlem Mona starie: Infaeliche
    comes from Bergamo, and meetes them there: Hipolito is
    mad, for he meanes this day to be maryed, the after-noone is
    the houre, and Frier Anselmo is the knitter.
    Du. From Bergamo? i st po s sible? it cannot be,
    2395It cannot be.
    Cast . I will not sweare my Lord,
    But this intelligence I tooke from one,
    Whose braines workes in the plot.
    Du. Whats he? Ca st . Mathaeo.
    2400 Flu. Mathaeo knowes all. Pio. Hees Hipolitoes bosome.
    Duke. How farre stands Bethlem hence?
    Omn. Six or seauen miles.
    Duke. I st euen so, not maried till the afternoone you say?
    Stay, stay, lets worke out some preuention: how:
    2405This is mo st strange, can none but mad-men serue
    To dre s s e their wedding dinner? All of you,
    Get presently to horse; disguise your selues
    Like Countrie-Gentlemen,
    Or riding cittizens, or so: and take
    2410Each man a seuerall path, but let vs meete,
    At Bethlem Mona sterie, some space of time
    Being spent betweene the arriuall each of other,
    As if we came to see the Lunaticks.
    To horse, away, be secret on your liues,
    2415Loue mu st be puni sht that vniu stly thriues. Exeunt.
    Flu. Be secret on your liues! Ca struchio

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