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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.

    Enter Bellafront and Matheo.

    Bell. Oh my sweet Husband, wert thou in thy graue, and
    art aliue agen? O welcome, welcome.
    605 Mat. Doe st know me? my cloake prethee lay't vp. Yes
    faith, my winding sheete was taken out of Lauender, to be
    stucke with Rosemary, I lackt but the knot here, or here;
    yet if I had had it, I should ha made a wry mou h at the
    world like a Playse: but sweete st villaine, I am here now, and
    610I will talke with thee soone.
    Bel. And glad am I th'art here.
    Mat. Did these heeles caper in shackles? A my little
    plumpe rogue, Ile beare vp for all this, and flye hye. Catzo
    615 Bel. Matheo?
    Mat. What saye st, what saye st? Oh braue fre sh ayre, a pox
    on these Grates and gingling of Keyes, and rattling of Iron,
    Ile beare vp, Ile flye hye wench, hang To s s e.
    Bel. Matheo, prethee make thy prison thy gla s s e,
    620And in it view the wrinkles, and the scarres,
    By which thou wert disfigured, viewing them, mend them.
    Mat. Ile goe vi sit all the mad rogues now, and the good
    roaring boyes.
    Bel. Thou doe st not heare me?
    625 Mat. Yes faith doe I.
    Bel. Thou ha st beene in the hands of misery, and tane strong
    Phy sicke, prethee now be sound.
    Mat. Yes. S'foot, I wonder how the in side of a Tauerne
    lookes now. Oh when shall I bizle, bizle?
    630 Bel. Nay see, th'art thir sty still for poyson, come, I will
    not haue thee swagger.
    Mat. Hone st Apes face.
    Bel. 'Tis that sharpned an axe to cut thy throate.
    Good Loue, I would not haue thee sell thy sub stance
    635And time (worth all) in those damned shops of Hell;
    Those Dycing houses, that stand neuer well,