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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

    Copyright Digital Renaissance Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: Thomas Dekker
    Editor: Joost Daalder
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    The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)

    The Hone st Whore.
    to both your Coffins when you come from hanging-Scab?
    2745 Orl. Fie, Puncke, fie, fie, fie.
    Dor. Out you stale stinking head of Garlicke, foh, at my
    Orl. My head's clouen.
    Hip. O, let the Gentlewoman alone, she's going to shrift.
    2750 A st . Nay to doe penance.
    Car. I, I, goe Puncke, goe to the Cro s s e and be whipt.
    Dor. Mary mew, mary muffe, mary hang you goodman
    Dog: whipt? doe yee take me for a base Spittle whore? in
    troth Gentlemen, you weare the cloathes of Gentlemen, but
    2755you carry not the mindes of Gentlemen, to abuse a Gentle-
    woman of my fa shion.
    Lod. Fa shion? pox a your fa shions, art not a whore?
    Dor. Goodman Slaue.
    Duke. O fie, abuse her not, let vs two talke,
    2760What mought I call your name, pray?
    Cor. I'm not a shamed of my name, Sir, my name is Mi stris
    Doll Target, a We sterne Gentlewoman.
    Lod. Her Target again st any Pike in Millan.
    Duke. Why is this wheele borne after her?
    2765 1. Ma ster. She mu st spinne.
    Dor. A coorse thred it shall be, as all threds are.
    A st . If you spin, then you'll earne money here too?
    Dor. I had rather get halfe a Crowne abroad, then ten
    Crownes here.
    2770 Orl. Abroad? I thinke so.
    Infae . Doe st thou not weepe now thou art here?
    Dor. Say yee? weepe? yes forsooth, as you did when
    you lo st your Maidenhead: doe you not heare how I weep?
    2775 Lod. Farewell Doll.
    Dor. Farewell Dog. Exit.
    Duke. Pa st shame: pa st penitence, why is that blue Gowne?
    1. Ma ster. Being stript out of her wanton loose attire,
    That Garment she puts on, base to the eye,
    2780Onely to cloath her in humility.