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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)

    1480 SCENA 8.
    Enter a Bawd and Roger.
    Bawd. O Roger, Roger, where's your mi stris, wher's your
    mi stris? there's the fine st, neate st Gentleman at my house,
    but newly come ouer: O where is she, where is she, where
    1485is she?
    Rog. My mi stris is abroad, but not among st em: my mi-
    stris is not the whore now that you take her for.
    Baw. How? is she not a whore? do you go about to take
    away her good name, Roger? you are a fine Pandar indeed.
    1490 Rog. I tell you, Madona Finger-locke, I am not sad for
    nothing, I ha not eaten one good meale this three & thir-
    ty dayes: I had wont to get sixteene pence by fetching a
    pottle of Hypocras: but now those dayes are pa st: we had
    as good doings, Madona Finger-locke, she within dores and
    1495I without, as any poore yong couple in Millain.
    Baw. Gods my life, and is she chang'd now?
    Rog. I ha lo st by her squeami shne s s e, more then would
    haue builded 12. bawdy houses.
    And had she no time to turn hone st but now? what a vile
    1500woman is this? twenty pound a night, Ile be sworne, Roger,
    in good gold and no siluer: why here was a time, if she
    should ha pickt out a time, it could not be better! gold y-
    nough stirring; choyce of men, choyce of haire, choyce of
    beards, choyce of legs, and choyce of euery, euery, euery
    1505thing: it cannot sink into my head, that she should be such
    an A s s e. Roger, I neuer beleeue it.
    Rog. Here she comes now. Enter Bellafronte.
    Baw. O sweet Madona, on with your loose gowne, your
    felt & your feather, there's the sweete st, propre st, gallante st
    1510Gentleman at my house, he smells all of Muske & Amber
    greece, his pocket full of Crownes, flame-colourd dublet,
    red satin hose, Carnation silke stockins, and a leg and a
    body, oh!
    Bel. Hence, thou our sexes mon ster, poysonous Bawd,
    1515Lu sts Factor, and damnations Orator,
    Gossip of hell, were all the Harlots sinnes
    Which the whole world conteynes, numbred together,
    Thine farre exceeds them all; of all the creatures
    That euer were created, thou art base st:
    1520What serpent would beguile thee of thy Office?
    It is dete stable: for thou liu' st
    Vpon the dregs of Harlots, guard' st the dore,
    Whil st couples goe to dauncing: O course deuill!
    Thou art the ba stards curse, thou brand st his birth,
    1525The lechers French disease; for thou dry-suck st him:
    The Harlots poyson, and thine owne confu sion.
    Baw. Mary come vp with a pox, haue you no body to
    raile again st, but your Bawd now?
    Bel. And you, Knaue Pandar, kinsman to a Bawd.
    1530 Rog. You and I Madona, are Cozens.
    Bel. Of the same bloud and making, neere allyed,
    Thou, that slaue to sixpence, base-mettald villayne.
    Rog. Sixpence? nay that's not so; I neuer took vnder two
    shillings foure pence, I hope I know my fee.
    1535 Bel. I know not again st which mo st to inueigh:
    For both of you are damnd so equally.
    Thou neuer spar' st for oathes: swear st any thing,
    As if thy soule were made of shoe-leather.
    God dam me, Gentleman, if she be within,
    1540When in the next roome she's found dallying.
    Rog. If it be my vocation to sweare, euery man in his vo-
    cation: I hope my betters sweare and dam themselues, and
    why should not I? Bel. Roger, you cheat kind gentlemen?
    Rog. The more gulls they.
    1545 Bel. Slaue, I ca sheere thee.
    Baw. And you do ca sheere him, he shalbe entertaynd.
    Rog. Shall I? then blurt a your seruice.
    Bel. As hell would haue it, entertaynd by you!
    I dare the deuill himselfe to match those two. Exit.
    1550 Baw. Mary gup, are you growne so holy, so pure, so ho-
    ne st with a pox?
    Rog. Scuruy hone st Punck! But stay Madona, how mu st
    our agreement be now? for you know I am to haue all the
    commings in at the hall dore, & you at the chamber dore.
    1555 Ba. True Rog. except my vailes. Rog. Vailes, what vailes?
    Ba. Why as thus, if a couple come in a Coach, & light to
    lie down a little, then Roger, thats my fee, & you may walke
    abroad; for the Coach-man himselfe is their Pandar.
    Ro. Is a so? in truth I haue almo st forgot, for want of ex-
    1560ercise: But how if I fetch this Citizens wife to that Gull, &
    that Madona to that Gallant, how then?
    Ba. Why then, Roger, you are to haue sixpence a lane,
    so many lanes, so many sixpences.
    Ro. I st so? thē I see we two shall agree and liue together.
    1565 Ba. I Roger, so long as there be any Tauernes and baw-
    dy houses in Millain. Exeunt.