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  • Title: The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
  • Editors: Frances E. Dolan, Anna Pruitt

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    Author: Thomas Dekker
    Editors: Frances E. Dolan, Anna Pruitt
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    The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)

    The Whore of Babylon.
    3. King. Put your selfe & your grief into my hands.
    Camp. Are you a Doctor? your hands Sir, pray why?
    3. King. You know me not.
    1030 Camp. Do you know your selfe? your bu sines?
    Are you a scholler?
    3. King. Iudge of that by these.
    Camp. Oh Sir, I haue seene many heads vnder such (wool.
    That scarce had braines to line it: if y'are a scholler,
    1035Mee thinks you should know manners, by your leaue Sir.
    3. Ring. Pray leaue your name behind you.
    Camp. Name, Campeius.
    3. King. Campeius! vmh: Campeius? a lucky plannet
    Strikes out this houre: Campeius! Babylon,
    1040His name hath in her tables: on his forehead,
    Our Queene hath set her marke: it is a mould
    Fit to ca st mischeife in: none sooner rent
    A Church in two, then Schollers discontent.
    I mu st not loose this Martines ne st,--- once more
    1045Y'are happely met.
    Camp. This bur stil hang on mee!
    And you Sir.
    3. King. Tell me pray, did you neuer ta st - I'me bold - did you nee'r ta st
    Those cleere & redolent fountains that do nori sh,
    1050In viue and fre sh humiditie those plants
    That grow on thother side (our oppo sites)
    Those that to vs here, are th'Antipodes,
    Cleane again st vs in grounds - you feele me - say
    Ne're drunke you of that nectar.
    1055 Camp. Neuer.
    3. King. Neuer!
    I wi sh you had, I gather from your eyes,
    What your disease is, I ha bin your selfe,
    This was Campeius once (tho not so learn'd)
    1060For I was bred (as you) in Fairy Land,
    A Country! well but tis our country: and so,
    Good to breed beggers. Shee starues Arts: fatts fools,
    Shee sets vp drinking roomes, & pulls downe schools.
    Camp. So Sir.
    1065 3. King. No more but so Sir? this discourse
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