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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1604)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • Contributing editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • Coordinating editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • General textual editor: Eleanor Lowe
  • 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 (Quarto 1, 1604)

    THE HONEST WHORE.
    with a potle-pot, and stands aloofe off.
    Matheo. Saue you Gallants, signior Fluello, exceedingly
    well met, as I may say.
    870Flu. Signior Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I may
    say.
    Ma. And how fares my little prettie Mistris?
    Bell. Eene as my little pretie seruant; sees three court di-
    shes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now?
    875why the diuell standst thou so? Art in a trance?
    Ro. Yes forsooth. Bell Why dost not fil out their wine?
    Ro. Forsooth tis fild out already: all the wine that the sig-
    nior has bestowde vpon you is cast away, a Porter ranne a
    litle at me, and so fac'st me downe that I had not a drop.
    880Bel. Ime a curst to let such a withered Artichocke faced-
    Rascall grow vnder my nose: now you looke like an old he
    cat, going to the gallowes: Ile be hangde if he ha not put vp
    the mony to cony-catch vs all.
    Ro. No truely forsooth, tis not put vp yet.
    885Bel. How many Gentlemen hast thou serued thus?
    Ro. None but fiue hundred, besides prentices and seruing-(men.
    Bell Doest thinke Ile pocket it vp at thy hands?
    Ro. Yes forsooth, I feare you will pocket it vp.
    Bel Fye, fye, cut my lace good seruant, I shall ha the mo-
    890ther presently Im'e so vext at this horse-plumme.
    Flu. Plague, not for a scald pottle of wine.
    Ma. Nay, sweete Bellafronte, for a little Pigs wash.
    Cast. Here Roger, fetch more, a mischance. Yfaith Ac-
    quantance.
    895Bell Out of my sight, thou vngodly puritanical creature.
    Ro. For the tother pottle? yes forsooth. Exit.
    Bell. Spill that too: what Gentleman is that seruant? your
    Friend?
    Ma. Gods so a stoole, a stoole, if you loue me Mistris en-
    900tertaine this Gentleman respectiuely, & bid him welcome.
    Bell. Hees very welcome, pray Sir sit.
    Hip Thankes Lady.
    Flu. Count Hypolito, ist not? cry you mercie signior, you
    walke here all this while, and we not heard you? let me be-
    stow