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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.
    Cambricks, Lawnes, what doe you lacke. Exit Lodouico.
    Cand. A cur st Cowes milke I ha drunke once before,
    And 'twas so ranke in ta ste, Ile drinke no more.
    970Wife, Ile tame you.
    Bride. You may, sir, if you can,
    But at a wra stling I haue seene a fellow
    Limbd like an Oxe, throwne by a little man.
    Cand. And so you'll throw me. Reach me (Knaues) a yard.
    975 Lod. A Yard for my Ma ster.
    1. Prent. My Ma ster is growne valiant.
    Cand. Ile teach you fencing trickes.
    Omnes. Rare, rare; a prize.
    Lod. What will you doe, sir?
    980 Can. Mary, my good Prentice, nothing but breathe my wife.
    Bride. Breathe me with your yard?
    Lod. No, he'll but measure you out, forsooth.
    Bride. Since you'll needes fence, handle your weapon well,
    For if you take a yard, Ile take an ell.
    985Reach me an ell.
    Lod. An ell for my Mi stris.
    Keep the lawes of the Noble Science, sir, & measure weapons
    with her; your yard is a plaine Heatheni sh weapon; 'tis too
    short, she may giue you a handfull, & yet you'l not reach her.
    990 Cand. Yet I ha the longer arme, come fall too't roundly,
    And spare not me (wife) for Ile lay't on soundly.
    If o're husbands their wiues will needes be Ma sters,
    We men will haue a law to win't at wa sters
    Lod. 'Tis for the breeches, is't not?
    995 Cand. For the breeches.
    Bride. Husband I am for you, Ile not strike in ie st.
    Cand. Nor I.
    Bride. But will you signe to one reque st?
    Cand. What's that?
    1000 Bride. Let me giue the fir st blow.
    Cand. The fir st blow, wife, shall I? Prompt?
    Lod. Let her ha'te.
    If she strike hard, in to her, and breake her pate.
    Cand.