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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)

    Enter at one doore Hipollito; at another, Lodouico, A stolfo,
    2390Carolo, Beraldo, Fontinell.
    Lod. Yonder's the Lord Hipollito, by any meanes leaue
    him and me together: Now will I turne him to a Madman.
    Omnes. Saue you, my Lord. Exeunt.
    Lod. I ha strange newes to tell you.
    2395 Hip. What are they?
    Lod. Your Mare's i'th pound.
    Hip. How's this?
    Lod. Your Nightingale is in a Limebu sh.
    Hip. Ha?
    2400 Lod. Your Puritanicall Hone st Whore sits in a blue gowne.
    Hip. Blue Gowne!
    Lod. She'll chalke out your way to her now: she beats
    Hip. Where, who dares?
    2405 Lod. Doe you know the Bricke-house of Ca stigation, by
    the Riuer side that runnes by Millan: the Schoole where
    they pronounce no letter well but O?
    Hip. I know it not.
    Lod. Any man that has borne Office of Con stable, or any
    2410woman that has falne from a Horse-load to a Cart-load, or
    like an old Hen that has had none but rotten egges in her
    ne st, can direct you to her: there you shall see your Puncke
    among st her back-friends, there you may haue her at your
    will, for there she beates Chalke, or grindes in the Mill, with
    2415a whip deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle; ah little monkey.
    Hip. What Rogue dur st serue that Warrant, knowing I
    loued her?
    Lod. Some Wor shipfull Rascall, I lay my life.
    Hip. Ile beat the Lodgings downe about their eares
    2420That are her Keepers.
    Lod. So you may bring an old house ouer her head.
    Hip. Ile to her----
    Ile to her, stood armed Fiends to guard the doores. Exit.
    Lod. Oh me! what Mon sters are men made by whores?
    2425If this false fire doe Kindle him, there's one Faggot
    More to the bonfire, now to my Bridewell Birds,
    What Song will they sing? Exit.