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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.
    Orl. Right, my Noble Knight: those Pedlers were two
    Knaues of mine; he fleec'd the men before, and now he pur-
    poses to flea the Ma ster. He will rob me, his teeth water to
    2065be nibbling at my gold, but this shal hang him by'th gills, till
    I pull him on shore.
    Duke. Away: ply you the bu sine s s e.
    Orl. Thankes to your Grace: but my good Lord, for my
    2070 Duke. You know what I haue said.
    Orl. And remember what I haue sworne: She's more ho-
    ne st, on my soule, then one of the Turkes Wenches, watcht
    by a hundred Eunuches.
    Lod. So she had need, for the Turkes make them whores.
    2075 Orl. He's a Turke that makes any woman a Whore, hee's
    no true Chri stian I'm sure. I commit your Grace.
    Duke. Infaelice.
    Infae . Here, sir.
    Lod. Signior Friscabaldo.
    2080 Orl. Frisking agen, Pacheco?
    Lod. Vds so, Pacheco? wee'll haue some sport with this
    Warrant: 'tis to apprehend all suspected persons in the
    house: Be sides, there's one Bots a Pander, and one Madam
    Hor sleach a Bawde, that haue abus'd my friend, those two
    2085Coneyes will we ferret into the pursenet.
    Orl. Let me alone for dabbing them o'th necke: come,
    Lod. Doe ye heare, Gallants? meet me anon at Matheos.
    Omnes. Enough. Exeunt Lodouico & Orlando.
    2090 Duke. Th' old Fellow sings that note thou did st before,
    Onely his tunes are, that she is no Whore,
    But that she sent his Letters and his gifts,
    Out of a Noble Triumph o're his Lu st,
    To shew she trampled his A s s aults in du st.
    2095 Infae . 'Tis a good hone st seruant, that old man.
    Duke. I doubt no le s s e.
    Infae . And it may be my husband,
    Because when once this woman was vnmaskt,