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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.
    1990Women, whom Lu st so pro stitutes to sale,
    Like Dancers vpon ropes; once seene, are stale.
    Hip. If all the threds of Harlots lyues are span,
    So coorse as you would make them, tell me why
    You so long loued the trade?
    1995 Bel. If all the threds
    Of Harlots lyues be fine as you would make them,
    Why doe not you perswade your wife turne whore,
    And all Dames else to fall [illeg.] befere that sin?
    Like an ill husband (tho I knew the same,
    2000To be my vndoing) followed I that game.
    Oh when the worke of Lu st had earn'd my bread,
    To ta ste it, how I trembled, le st each bit,
    Ere it went downe, should choake me (chewing it?)
    My bed seem'd like a Cabin hung in Hell,
    2005The Bawde Hells Porter, and the lickori sh wine
    The Pander fetch'd, was like an ea sie Fine,
    For which, me thought I leas'd away my soule,
    And oftentimes (euen in my quaffing bowle)
    Thus said I to my selfe, I am a whore,
    2010And haue drunke downe thus much confu sion more.
    Hip. It is a common rule, and 'tis mo st true,
    Two of one trade neuer loue; no more doe you.
    Why are you sharpe 'gain st that you once profe st?
    Bel. Why doate you on that, which you did once dete st?
    2015I cannot (seeing she's wouen of such bad stuffe)
    Set colours on a Harlot base enough.
    Nothing did make me, when I loued them be st,
    To loath them more then this: when in the street
    A faire yong mode st Damsell I did meet,
    2020She seem'd to all a Doue (when I pa s s 'd by)
    And I (to all) a Rauen: euery eye
    That followed her, wont with a ba sh full glance
    At me, each bold and ieering countenance
    Darted forth scorne: to her (as if she had bin
    2025Some Tower vnvanqui shed) would they vaile,
    'Gain st me swolne Rumor hoi sted euery saile.

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