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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

    goes to be married till he be starke mad.
    Hip. Muffle your selues yonders Fluello. Enter Fluello.
    Ma. Zounds!
    Flu. O my Lord these cloakes are not for this raine, the
    2460tempe st is too great: I come sweating to tell you of it, that
    you may get out of it.
    Mat. Why whats the matter.
    Flu. Whats the matter! you haue matterd it faire: the (Duk's at hand.
    Onm. The Duke?
    2465 Flu. The very Duke.
    Hip. Then all our plots
    Are turnd vpon our heads; and we are blown vp:
    With our own vnderminings. Sfoot how comes he,
    What villaine dur st betray our being here.
    2470 Flu: Ca struchio, Ca struchio tolde the Duke, and Mathaeo
    here told Ca struchio.
    Hip. Would you betray me to Ca struchio,
    Ma. Sfoot he dambd himselfe to the pit of hell if he spake (ont agen.
    Hip. So did you sweare to me, so were you dambd.
    2475 Mat. Pox on em, & there be no faith in men, if a man shall
    not beleeue oathes: he tooke bread and salt by this light, that
    he would neuer open his lips. Hip. Oh God, oh God.
    Ans . Sonne be not desperate,
    Haue patience, you shal trip your enemy downe:
    2480By his owne sleights, how far is the Duke hence.
    Flu. Hees but new set out: Ca struchio, Pioratto and Sinezi
    come along with him: you haue time enough yet to preuent
    them if you haue but courage.
    Ans . You shall steale secretly into the Chappell,
    2485And presently be maried, if the duke
    Abide here still, spite of ten thousand eyes,
    You shall scape hence like Friers.
    Hip. O ble st disguise: O happy man.
    Ans . Talke not of happine s s e till your closde hand,
    2490Haue her bith'forhead, like the locke of time,
    Be not to slow, nor ha sty, now you clime,
    Vp to the towre of bli s s e, onely be wary
    And patient, thats all, if you like my plot
    Build and dispatch, if not, farewell, then not.
    Hip.