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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.
    1610About the land that bred vs, as how order
    Was rob'd of ceremonie (the rich robe of order)
    How Truth was freckled, spotted, nay made leaprous:
    How Iu stice----
    Gent. Come, no more.
    1615 Pary. Euen now (as then)
    You ward blowes off from her, that at all weapons
    Strikes at your head: but I repent we drew not
    That dialogue out to length, it was so sweet.
    Gent. At houres more opportune we shal: but country- (man
    1620I heard of late the mu sicke of my soule,
    And you the in strument are made that sounds it:
    Tis giuen me, that your selfe hath seal'd to heauen
    A bond of your deuotion, to goe forth
    As champion of vs all, in that good quarrell,
    1625That hath co st many liues.
    Pary. What need we vse
    Circumgyrations, and such wheelings? Sir,
    Beleeue it, to recouer our sicke Nurse
    Ide kill the noble st fo ster-child she keepes.
    1630 Gent. I know what bird you meane, & whō you hate,
    But let him stand to fall: no Sir, the Deere
    Which we all hope you'le strike, is euen the pride
    And glory of the Forre st: So, or not?
    Pary. My vowes are flowne vp, and it mu st be done,
    1635So this may be but settled.
    Gent. Do you stagger?
    Pary. All winds are not yet layd.
    Gent. Haue you looked out
    For skilfull coa sters, that know all the sounds,
    1640The flats, and quicke sands, and can safely land you
    Out of all touch of danger?
    Pary. I haue met many,
    And like a consort they hold seuerall tunes----
    Gent. But make they mu sicke?
    1645 Pary. Faith a little jarring:
    Sometimes a string or so: yet reuerend Palmio,
    And Anniball a Codreto keepe the streame
    In which I swim: the Nuntio Ragazzoni
    Plies