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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 Hone st Whore.
    How does my father? I so much doe shame him,
    So much doe wound him, that I scarce dare name him.
    675 Orl. I can speake no more.
    Mat. How now old Lad, what doe st cry?
    Orl The rhewme still, sir, nothing else; I should be well
    seasond, for mine eyes lye in brine: looke you, sir, I haue a suite to you.
    680 Math. What is't my little white pate?
    Orl. Troth, sir, I haue a mind to serue your Wor ship.
    Mat. To serue me? Troth, my friend, my fortunes are, as
    a man may say----
    Orl. Nay looke you, sir, I know when all sinnes are old
    685in vs, and goe vpon Crutches, that Couetousne s s e does but
    then lie in her Cradle; 'Tis not so with me. Letchery loues
    to dwell in the faire st lodging, and Couetousne s s e in the olde st buildings, that are ready to fall: but my white head,
    sir, is no Inne for such a go s sip. If a Seruingman at my yeeres
    690be not stored with bisket enough, that has sayled about the
    world to serue him the voyage out of his life, and to bring
    him Ea st-home; Ill pitty but all his daies should be fa sting daies: I care not so much for wages, for I haue scraped a
    handfull of gold together; I haue a little money, sir, which
    695I would put into your Wor ships hands, not so much to
    make it more.
    Mat. No, no, you say well, thou saye st well; but I mu st
    tell you: How much is the money, saye st thou?
    Orl. About twenty pound, Sir.
    700 Mat. Twenty pound? Let me see: that shall bring thee in,
    after ten per centum, per annum.
    Orl. No, no, no, sir, no; I cannot abide to haue money in-
    gender: fye vpon this siluer Lechery, fye; if I may haue
    meat to my mouth, and rags to my backe, and a flock-bed
    705to snort vpon, when I die, the longer liuer take all.
    Mat. A good old Boy, yfaith, if thou serue st me, thou shalt
    eat as I eat, drinke as I drinke, lye as I lye, and ride as I ride.
    Orl. That's if you haue money to hire horses.
    Mat. Front. What doe st thou thinke on't? This good old

    Lad