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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.
    1515 Bots. Some Cambricke for my old Lady.
    Cand. Cambricke? you shall, the pure st thred in Millan.
    Lod. and Car. Saue you, Signior Candido.
    Lod. How does my Noble Ma ster? how my faire Mi stris?
    Cand. My Wor shipfull good Seruant, view it well, for 'tis
    1520both fine and euen.
    Car. Cry you mercy, Madam, tho mask'd, I thought it
    should be you by your man. Pray Signior, shew her the be st,
    for she commonly deales for good ware.
    Cand. Then this shall fit her, this is for your Ladi ship.
    1525 Bots. A word, I pray, there is a waiting Gentlewomon of
    my Ladies: her name is Ruyna, saies she's your Kinswoman,
    and that you should be one of her Aunts.
    Wife. One of her Aunts? troth sir, I know her not.
    Bots. If it please you to be stow the poore labour of your
    1530legs at any time, I will be your conuoy thither?
    Wife. I am a Snaile, sir, seldome leaue my house, if't please
    her to vi sit me, she shall be welcome.
    Bots. Doe you heare? the naked troth is: my Lady hath
    a yong Knight, her sonne, who loues you, y'are made, if you
    1535lay hold vpont: this Iewell he sends you.
    Wife. Sir, I returne his loue and Iewell with scorne; let
    goe my hand, or I shall call my husband. You are an arrant
    Knaue. Exit.
    Lod. What, will she doe?
    1540 Bots. Doe? they shall all doe if Bots sets vpon them once,
    she was as if she had profe st the trade, squeami sh at fir st, at
    la st I shewed her this Iewell, said, a Kuight sent it her.
    Lod. Is't gold, and right stones?
    Bots. Copper, Copper, I goe a fi shing with these baites.
    1545 Lod. She nibbled, but wud not swallow the hooke, because
    the Cunger-head her husband was by: but shee bids the
    Gentleman name any afternoone, and she'll meet him at her
    Garden house, which I know.
    Lod. Is this no lie now?
    1550 Bots. Dam me if---
    Lod. Oh prethee stay there.
    Bots.
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