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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.
    Car. 'Twere a Morris dance worth the seeing.
    A st . But the old Fox is so crafty, we shall hardly hunt out
    2210of his den.
    Mat. To that traine I ha giuen fire already; and the hook
    to draw him hither, is to see certaine pieces of Lawne,
    which I told him I haue to sell, and indeed haue such: fetch
    them downe, Pacheco.
    2215 Orl. Yes, sir, I'm your Water-spanniell, and will fetch any
    thing: but Ile fetch one di sh of meat anon, shall turne your stomacke, and that's a Con stable. Exit.

    Enter Bots v shering Mi stris Hor sleach.
    Omnes. How now? how now?
    2220 Car. What Gally-foi st is this?
    Lod. Peace, two di shes of stew'd prunes, a Bawde and a
    Pander. My worthy Lieutenant Bots; why, now I see th'art
    a man of thy word, welcome; welcome Mi stris Hor sleach:
    Pray Gentlemen, salute this reuerend Matron.
    2225 Hors . Thankes to all your Wor ships.
    Lod. I bade a Drawer send in wine too: did none come
    along with thee (Grannam) but the Lieutenant?
    Hors . None came along with me but Bots, if it like your
    Wor ship.
    2230 Bots. Who the pox should come along with you but Bots?

    Enter two Uintners.
    Omnes. Oh braue! march faire.
    Lod. Are you come? that's well.
    Mat. Here's Ordnance able to sacke a Citty.
    2235 Lod. Come, repeat, read this Inuentory.
    1. Uint. Imprimis, a pottle of Greeke wine, a pottle of
    Peter sa meene, a pottle of Charnico, and a pottle of Zi-
    Lod. Y'are paid?
    2240 2. Uint. Yes Sir. Exeunt Vintners.
    Mat. So shall some of vs be anon, I feare.
    Bots. Here's a hot day towards: but zounds, this is the