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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.
    your Wench yet? When you get in once, you neuer haue
    done: come, come, come, pay your old score, and send her
    packing, come.
    Hip. Ride softly on before, Ile oretake you.
    170 Lod. Your Lady sweares she'll haue no riding on before,
    without ye.
    Hip. Prethee good Lodonico.
    Lod. My Lord pray ha sten.
    Hip. I come: to morrow let me see you, fare you well:
    175commend me to Mathaeo: pray one word more: Does not
    your father liue about the Court?
    Bel. I thinke he does, but such rude spots of shame
    Stick on my cheeke, that he scarce knowes my name.
    Hip. Orlando Friscabaldo, Is't not?
    180 Bel. Yes my Lord.
    Hip. What does he for you?
    Bel. All he should: when Children
    From duty start, Parents from loue may swarue.
    He nothing does: for nothing I deserue.
    185 Hip. Shall I ioyne him vnto you, and re store you
    to wonted grace?
    Bel. It is impo s sible. Exit Bellaf.
    Hip. It shall be put to tryall: fare you well:
    The face I would not looke on I sure then 'twas rare,
    190When in despight of griefe, 'tis still thus faire.
    Now, sir, your bu sine s s e with me.
    Ant. I am bold to expre s s e my loue and duty to your
    Lord ship in these few leaues.
    Hip. A Booke!
    195 Ant. Yes my good Lord.
    Hip. Are you a Scholler?
    Ant. Yes, my Lord, a poore one.
    Hip. Sir, you honor me.
    Kings may be Schollers Patrons, but faith tell me,
    200To how many hands be sides hath this bird flowne,
    How many partners share with me?
    An. Not one in troth, not one: your name I held more deare,

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