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Author: Thomas Dekker
Editor: Joost Daalder
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The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)

The Honest Whore.
I would not die like a rich man, to carry nothing away saue
a winding sheete:
But like a good man, to leaue Orlando behind me.
315I sowed leaues in my Youth, and I reape now Bookes in
my Age.
I fill this hand, and empty this, and when the bell shall toll
for me, if I proue a Swan & go singing to my nest, why so?
If a Crow! throw me out for carrion, & pick out mine eyes,
320May not old Friscabaldo (my Lord) be merry now! ha?
Hip. You may, would I were partner in your mirth.
Orla. I haue a little,
Haue all things;
I haue nothing; I haue no wife, I haue no child, haue no
325 chick, and why should not I be in my Iocundare?
Hip. Is your wife then departed?
Orla. She's an old dweller in those high Countries,
Yet not from me,
Here, she's here: but before me, when a Knaue and a Queane
330are married, they commonly walke like Serieants together:
but a good couple are seldome parted.
Hip. You had a Daughter too sir, had you not?
Orla. Oh my Lord! this old Tree had one Branch, (and
but one Branch growing out of it) It was young, it was
335faire, it was straight; I prumde it daily, drest it carefully,
kept it from the winde, help'd it to the Sunne, yet for all
my skill in planting, it grew crooked, it bore Crabs; I
hewed it downe,
What's become of it, I neither know, nor care.
340Hip. Then can I tell you whats become of it;
That Branch is witherd.
Orl. So 'twas long agoe.
Hip. Her name I thinke was Bellafront, she's dead.
Orlando. Ha? dead?
345Hip. Yes, what of her was left, not worth the keeping,
Euen in my sight was throwne into a Graue.
Orl. Dead! my last and best peace goe with her, I see
deaths a good trencherman, he can eat course homely meat,
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