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- Edition: The Honest Whore, Part 2
The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Modern)
- Introduction
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Acknowledgements
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Abbreviations
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Introduction
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Analysis of the Plays
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: The Plays in Performance
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Textual Introduction
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Appendices
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- Texts of this edition
- Facsimiles
The Honest Whore, [Part Two]
1[1.1]
1.1.0.12Enter at one door Beraldo, Carolo, Fontinell, [and] Astolfo, with 3Servingmen or Pages attending on them. At another 4door, enter Lodovico, meeting them.
Good day, gallants.
Good morrow, sweet 7Lodovico.
How dost thou, Carolo?
Here始s a sweet morning, gentlemen.
O, a morning to tempt Jove from his ningle Ganymede, 14which is but to give dairy-wenches green gowns as 15they are going a-milking. [To Astolfo] What, is thy lord stirring yet?
Yes; he will not be horsed this hour, sure.
My lady swears he shall, for she longs to be 18at court.
O, we shall ride switch and spur. Would we 20were there once!
[To Brian] How now, is thy lord ready?
No, so Crees sa始 me; my lady will have some little 24ting in her pelly first.
O, then they始ll to breakfast.
Footman, does my lord ride i始th始 coach with my 27lady, or on horseback?
No, foot, la; my lady will have me lord sheet wid 29her. My lord will sheet in de one side, and my lady sheet 30in de toder side.
1.1.14.1Exit.
‘My lady sheet in de toder side始! Did you ever hear a 32rascal talk so like a pagan? Is始t not strange that a fellow of his 33star should be seen here so long in Italy, yet 34speak so from a Christian?
An Irishman in Italy! That so strange? Why, the nation 37have running heads.
1.1.16.1Exchange walk.
Nay, Carolo, this is more strange: I ha始 been in France – 39there始s few of them. Marry, England they count a warm 40chimney-corner, and there they swarm like crickets to the 41crevice of a brew-house. But, sir, in England I have noted 42one thing.
What始s that? What始s that of England?
Marry, this, sir – [Indicating Antonio] What始s he yonder?
A poor fellow would speak with my lord.
In England, sir – troth, I ever laugh when I think 47on始t: to see a whole nation should be marked i始th始 forehead, 48as a man may say, with one iron – why, sir, there all 49costermongers are Irishmen.
O, that始s to show their antiquity, as coming 51from Eve who was an apple-wife; and they take after the 52mother.
[Laughing] Good, good! Ha, ha!
Why, then, should all your chimney-sweepers 55likewise be Irishmen? Answer that, now; come, your wit!
Faith, that始s soon answered; for Saint Patrick, you 57know, keeps purgatory. He makes the fire, and his 58countrymen could do nothing if they cannot sweep the 59chimneys.
Good again!
Then, sir, you have many of them, like this fellow 62(especially those of his hair), footmen to noblemen and 63others. And the knaves are very faithful where they love, by 64my faith – very proper men, many of them, and as active as 65the clouds: whirr, ha!
Are they so?
And stout! Exceeding stout. Why, I warrant this 68precious wild villain, if he were put to始t, would fight 69more desperately than sixteen Dunkirks.
The women, they say, are very fair.
No, no, our country buona-robas – O! – are the 72sugarest delicious rogues.
O, look, he has a feeling of them!
Not I, I protest. There始s a saying when they 75commend nations. It goes: the Irishman for his hand, the 76Welshman for a leg, the Englishman for a face, and Dutchman for a 77beard –
I始faith, they may make swabbers of them.
The Spaniard – let me see – for a little foot, I take it; the 80Frenchman – what a-pox hath he? And so the rest. 81Are they at breakfast yet? Come, walk.
[Talking apart to his companions] This Lodovico is a notable-tongued fellow.
Discourses well.
And a very honest gentleman.
O, he始s well valued by my lord.
[To his companions] How now, how now, what始s she?
Let始s make towards her.
[To Astolfo] Will it be long, sir, ere my lord come forth?
[To her] Would you speak with my lord?
[To her, indicating the petition] How now, what始s this? A nurse始s bill? Hath any here 92got thee with child, and now will not keep it?
No, sir, my business is unto my lord.
He始s about his own wife始s now; he始ll hardly 95despatch two causes in a morning.
No matter what he says, fair lady, he始s a knight; 97there始s no hold to be taken at his words.
My lord will pass this way presently.
1.1.48.1[Bellafront stands aside.]
[Talking apart to the other Gentlemen] A pretty, plump rogue.
A good lusty, bouncing baggage.
[To Lodovico] Do you know her?
A pox on her! I was sure her name was in my 103table-book once. I know not of what cut her die is now, but she 104has been more common than tobacco. This is she that had 105the name of ‘The Honest Whore始.
Is this she?
This is the blackamoor that by washing was turned 108white; this is the birding-piece new scoured; this is she 109that – if any of her religion can be saved – was saved by my 110lord Hippolito.
She has been a goodly creature.
‘She has been始! That始s the epitaph of all whores. I始m 113well acquainted with the poor gentleman her husband. 114Lord, what fortunes that man has overreached! She knows 115not me, yet I have been in her company; I scarce know her, 116for the beauty of her cheek hath, like the moon, suffered 117strange eclipses since I beheld it. But women are like 118medlars – no sooner ripe but rotten.
My lord is come.
We ha始 wasted half this morning! – Morrow, Lodovico.
[To Infelice] Morrow, madam.
Let始s away to horse.
126Other Gentlemen
Ay, ay, to horse, to horse.
[Approaching Hippolito] I do beseech your lordship, let your eye
1.1.64.1[She gives him the petition.]
129Hippolito
I始m in haste;
1.1.65Pray thee, good woman, take some apter time.
Good woman, do.
131Bellafront
O, 始las! It does concern
1.1.67A poor man始s life.
132Hippolito
[To Infelice] Sweetheart, seat yourself;
Life? 1.1.68.1[He reads the petition.]
[Aside to Infelice] What stockings have you put on this morning, 135madam? If they be not yellow, change them; that paper is a 136letter from some wench to your husband.
O sir, that cannot make me jealous.
1.1.70.1Exeunt [all but Hippolito, Bellafront, and Antonio].
[To Antonio] Your business, sir? To me?
139Antonio
Yes, my good lord.
Presently, sir. [To Bellafront] Are you Mattheo始s wife?
That most unfortunate woman.
142Hippolito
I始m sorry
1.1.74These storms are fallen on him. I love Mattheo,
147Bellafront
Too true.
What was he whom he killed? O, his name始s here:
1.1.82Would to the very eyelids wade in blood
1.1.85Deny his signèd pardon. 始Twas fair fight, yes,
158Bellafront
No, my lord.
159Hippolito
Your turner,
Umph! When I had lost my way to heaven, you showed it;
1.1.95.1Enter Lodovico.
始Sfoot, my lord, your lady asks if you have not left 166your wench yet. When you get in once, you never have 167done. Come, come, come, pay your old score and send her 168packing. Come.
Ride softly on before; I始ll o始ertake you.
Your lady swears she始ll have no riding on before 171without ye.
Prithee, good Lodovico –
My lord, pray hasten.
I come.
1.1.101.1[Exit Lodovico.]
1.1.102[To Bellafront] Tomorrow let me see you. Fare you well.
I think he does; but such rude spots of shame
Orlando Frescobaldo, is始t not?
180Bellafront
Yes, my lord.
What does he for you?
All he should; when children
Shall I join him unto you, and restore you
187Bellafront
It is impossible.
It shall be put to trial. Fare you well.
1.1.114.1Exit Bellafront.
192Antonio
I am bold
1.1.119In these few leaves.
1.1.119.1[He shows Hippolito a book.]
194Hippolito
A book!
195Antonio
Yes, my good lord.
Are you a scholar?
197Antonio
Yes, my lord, a poor one.
Sir you honour me.
202Antonio
Not one,
1.1.125In troth, not one; your name I held more dear.
Your name, I pray?
205Antonio
Antonio Giorgio.
Of Milan?
207Antonio
Yes, my lord.
208Hippolito
I始ll borrow leave
1.1.129.1[Giving him money]
I fart dy Lady is run away from dee, a mighty 215deal of ground. She sent me back for dine own sweet 216face. I pray dee come, my lord, away; wu始t tow go now?
Is the coach gone? 218Saddle my horse, the sorrel.
A pox o始de horse始s nose! He is a lousy, rascally 220fellow. When I came to gird his belly, his scurvy guts 221rumbled; dy horse farted in my face, and dow knowst an 222Irishman cannot abide a fart. But I have saddled de hobby-horse; 223dy fine hobby is ready. I pray dee, my good sweet lord, 224wi始t tow go now, and I will run to de devil before dee?
Well, sir. [To Antonio] I pray let始s see you, Master Scholar.
Come, I pray dee; wu始t come, sweet face? Go.
1.1.137.1Exeunt