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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.
    Hors . About worldly profit, sir: how doe your Wor ships?
    Bots. We want tooles, Gentlemen, to furni sh the trade:
    they weare out day and night, they weare out till no mettle
    1480bee left in their backe; wee heare of two or three new
    Wenches are come vp with a Carrier, and your old
    Go shawke here is flying at them.
    Lod. And faith, what fle sh haue you at home?
    Hors . Ordinary Di shes, by my troth, sweet men, there's
    1485few good i'th Cittie; I am as well furni sht as any, and tho
    I say it, as well cu stom'd.
    Bots. We haue meates of all sorts of dre s sing; we haue
    stew'd meat for your Frenchmen, pretty light picking meat
    for your Italian, and that which is rotten roa sted, for Don 1490 Spaniardo.
    Lod. A pox on't.
    Bots. We haue Poulterers ware for your sweet bloods, as
    Doue, Chickin, Ducke, Teale, Woodcocke, and so forth: and
    Butchers meat for the Cittizen: yet Muttons fall very bad
    1495this yeere.
    Lod. Stay, is not that my patient Linnen Draper yonder,
    and my fine yong smug Mi stris, his wife?
    Car. Sirra Grannam, Ile giue thee for thy fee twenty
    crownes, if thou can st but procure me the wearing of yon
    1500veluet cap.
    Hos . You'd weare another thing be sides the cap. Y'are
    a Wag.
    Bots. Twenty crownes? we'li share, and Ile be your pully
    to draw her on.
    1505 Lod. Doo't presently; we'll ha some sport.
    Hors . Wheele you about, sweet men: doe you see, Ile chea-
    pen wares of the man, while st Bots is doing with his wife.
    Lod. Too't: if we come into the shop to doe you grace,
    wee'll call you Madam.
    1510 Bots. Pox a your old face, giue it the badge of all scuruy
    faces, a Masque.
    Cand. What is't you lacke, Gentlewoman? Cambricke or
    Lawnes, or fine Hollands? Pray draw neere, I can sell you a
    penny-worth.
    Bots.