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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.
    Ragaz. Shootes he at highe st?
    Palm. Yes.
    Rag. Draw home, and giue
    Your arrowes compa s s e, that vntill they fall
    1575Full on the head, none see them: you do well:
    My hands are yours: good speede.---
    Exit Ragazoni.
    Pal. Campeggio?
    1580Now shall you heare some newes.
    Camp. I doe a s s ure you,
    The Mi stris of vs all, hath on this paper
    Breath'd you a ble s sing: your deuotion
    Is recommended highly, and to nouri sh
    1585The flames new kindled in you, here's more fewell,
    Pary. Licence to go and come, in verbo imperatricis per omnes Iuris-
    dictiones Babilonicas absque impedimento.
    Good: would it had come sooner.
    Camp. Why?
    1590 Palm. 'Tis generall,
    Exceeding absolute and peremptorie.
    Pary. It giues me my ful saile: but by deepe vows,
    I am to trauell lower, yet if season
    Beat me not backe, I will to Babylon,
    1595What rubs soe're I meete in letters still,
    Ile ki s s e her sacred hand.
    Camp. You change not byas.
    Pary. Oh good sir, yonder is the goale I run for!
    Raggazoni at one dore, a Gentleman at another.
    1600 Rag. Lend me your speeches both.
    Pal. Yonder comes one of your owne countrey.
    Pary. Oh I know him Sir.
    Pal. Walk in this colledge cla s s e but som few minutes,
    Ile send or bring to you a Gentleman,
    1605Next neighbour to your countrey: an Albanois-----
    The man I told you of. Exeunt.
    Pary. Thankes Sir.
    Gent. Met happily, I look'd for you.
    Pary. Deere countryman the parly we late held