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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Modern)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

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    Authors: Thomas Dekker, Thomas Middleton
    Editor: Joost Daalder
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    The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Modern)

    1480[3.2]
    Enter a Bawd [Mistress Fingerlock], and Roger.
    Fingerlock
    O Roger, Roger, whereʼs your mistress, whereʼs your mistress? Thereʼs the finest, neatest gentleman at my house, but newly come over. O, where is she, where 1485is she?
    Roger
    My mistress is abroad, but not amongst ʼem. My mistress is not the whore now that you take her for.
    Fingerlock
    How? Is she not a whore? Do you go about to take away her good name, Roger? You are a fine pander indeed!
    1490Roger
    I tell you, Madonna Fingerlock, I am not sad for nothing. I haʼ not eaten one good meal this three-and-thirty days. I had wont to get sixteen pence by fetching a pottle of hippocras, but now those days are past. We had as good doings, Madonna Fingerlock, she within doors and 1495I without, as any poor young couple in Milan.
    Fingerlock
    Godʼs my life, and is she changed now?
    Roger
    I haʼ lost by her squeamishness more than would have builded twelve bawdy-houses.
    Fingerlock
    And had she no time to turn honest but now? What a vile 1500woman is this! Twenty pound a night, Iʼll be sworn, Roger, in good gold and no silver. Why, here was a time! If she should haʼ picked out a time, it could not be better. Gold enough stirring, choice of men, choice of hair, choice of beards, choice of legs, and choice of every, every, every 1505thing. It cannot sink into my head that she should be such an ass. Roger, I never believe it.
    Roger
    Here she comes now.
    Enter Bellafront.
    Fingerlock
    O sweet madonna, on with your loose gown, your felt and your feather! Thereʼs the sweetest, propʼrest, gallantest 1510gentleman at my house. He smells all of musk and ambergris, his pocket full of crowns, flame-coloured doublet, red satin hose, carnation silk stockings, and a leg and a body – O!
    Bellafront
    Hence, thou our sexʼs monster, poisonous bawd,
    1515Lustʼs factor, and damnationʼs orator!
    Gossip of hell! Were all the harlotsʼ sins
    Which the whole world contains numbered together,
    Thine far exceeds them all. Of all the creatures
    That ever were created, thou art basest;
    1520What serpent would beguile thee of thy office?
    It is detestable, for thou livʼst
    Upon the dregs of harlots, guardst the door,
    Whilst couples go to dancing. O coarse devil!
    Thou art the bastardʼs curse, thou brandst his birth;
    1525The lecherʼs French disease, for thou dry-suckst him;
    The harlotʼs poison; and thine own confusion.
    Fingerlock
    Marry come up, with a pox! Have you nobody to rail against but your bawd now?
    Bellafront
    [To Roger] And you, knave pander, kinsman to a bawd –
    [To Fingerlock] You and I, madonna, are cousins.
    Bellafront
    Of the same blood and making, near allied;
    Thou, that slave to sixpence, base-metalled villain –
    Sixpence? Nay, thatʼs not so; I never took under two shillings four-pence. I hope I know my fee.
    1535Bellafront
    I know not against which most to inveigh,
    For both of you are damned so equally.
    [To Roger] Thou never sparʼst for oaths, swearst anything,
    As if thy soul were made of shoe-leather:
    ‘God damn me, gentleman, if she be withinʼ –
    1540When in the next room sheʼs found dallying.
    If it be my vocation to swear, every man in his vocation; I hope my betters swear and damn themselves, and why should not I?
    Bellafront
    Roger, you cheat kind gentlemen!
    The more gulls they.
    1545Bellafront
    Slave, I cashier thee.
    Fingerlock
    An you do cashier him, he shall be entertained.
    Shall I? [To Bellafront] Then blurt oʼyour service.
    Bellafront
    [To Fingerlock] As hell would have it, entertained by you!
    I dare the devil himself to match those two.
    Exit.
    1550Fingerlock
    Marry gup, are you grown so holy, so pure, so honest, with a pox?
    Scurvy honest punk! But stay, madonna, how must our agreement be now? For, you know, I am to have all the comings-in at the hall door, and you at the chamber door.
    1555Fingerlock
    True, Roger, except my vails.
    Roger
    Vails? What vails?
    Fingerlock
    Why, as thus: if a couple come in a coach and ʼlight to lie down a little, then, Roger, thatʼs my fee, and you may walk abroad; for the coachman himself is their pander.
    Is ʼa so? In truth, I have almost forgot, for want of 1560exercise. But how if I fetch this citizenʼs wife to that gull, and that madonna to that gallant? How then?
    Fingerlock
    Why then, Roger, you are to have sixpence a lane – so many lanes, so many sixpences.
    Isʼt so? Then I see we two shall agree and live together.
    1565Fingerlock
    Ay, Roger, so long as there be any taverns and bawdy-houses in Milan.
    Exeunt.