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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

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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.
    As if a man to looke on't were afraide,
    530Nor like a Drapers shop with broad darke shed,
    For hee's no Citizen that hides his head.
    Flat Caps as proper are to Citty Gownes,
    As to Armors Helmets, or to Kings their Crownes.
    Let then the City Cap by none be scornd,
    535Since with it Princes heads haue beene adornd.
    If more the round Caps honor you would know,
    How would this long Gowne with this steeple show?
    Omnes. Ha, ha, ha: most vile, most vgly.
    Cand. Pray Signior pardon me, 'twas done in iest.
    540Bride. A cup of claret wine there.
    1. Wine: yes forsooth, wine for the Bride.
    Car. You ha well set out the Cap, sir.
    Lod. Nay, that's flat.
    Long. A health.
    545Lod. Since his Cap's round, that
    }The Bride hits
    the Prentice on
    the lips.
    Shall goe round. Be bare,
    For in the Caps praise all of you haue share.
    Lod. The Bride's at cuffes.
    Cand. Oh, peace I pray thee, thus far off I stand, I spied the
    550error of my seruants, she call'd for Claret, and you fill'd out Sacke; that cup giue me, 'tis for an old mans backe, and
    not for hers. Indeed 'twas but mistaken, aske all these
    else.
    Omnes. No faith, 'twas but mistaken.
    5551. Nay, she tooke it right enough.
    Cand. Good Luke reach her that glasse of Claret.
    Here, Mistris Bride, pledge me there.
    Bride. Now Ile none. Exit Bride.
    Cand. How now?
    560Lod. Looke what your Mistris ayles.
    1. Nothing, sir, but about filling a wrong glasse, a scuruy
    tricke.
    Cand. I pray you hold your tongue, my seruant there tells
    me she is not well.
    565Omnes. Step to her, step to her.
    Lodo.