THE HONEST WHORE.
11691171And on your eye-lids hang
so heauily,
11701172They haue no power to looke
so high as heauen,
11711173Youde
sit and mu
se on nothing but de
spayre,
11721174Cur
se that deuil
Lust, that
so burnes vp your blood,
11731175And in ten thou
sand
shiuers breake your gla
sse
11741176For his temptation. Say you ta
ste delight,
11751177To haue a golden Gull
from rize to Set,
11761178To meat you in his hote luxurious armes,
11771179Yet your nights pay for all: I know you dreame
11781180Of warrants, whips, & Beadles, and then
start
11791181At a dores windy creake: thinke euery Weezle
11801182To be a Con
stable: and euery Rat
11811183A long tayld O
fficer: Are you now not
slaues?
11821184Oh you haue damnation without plea
sure for it!
11831185Such is the
state of Harlots. To conclude,
11841186When you are old, and can well paynt no more,
11851187You turne Bawd, and are then wor
se then before
: 11881190Hip. See
Matheo comes not: time hath bard me,
11891191Would all the Harlots in the towne had heard me.
Exit. 11901192Bel. Stay yet a little longer. no: quite gone!
11911193Cur
st be that minute (for it was no more.
11921194So
soone a mayd is chang'd into a Whore)
11931195Wherein I
fir
st fell, be it for euer blacke;
11941196Yet why
should
sweet
Hipolito shun mine eyes;
11951197For who
se true loue I would becom pure-hone
st,
11961198Hate the worlds mixtures, & the
smiles of gold:
11971199Am I not fayre? Why
should he
flye me then?
11981200Faire creatures are de
sir'd, not
scornd of men.
11991201How many Gallants haue drunk healthes to me,
12001202Out of their daggerd armes, & thought thē ble
st,
12011203Enioying but mine eyes at prodigall fea
sts!
12021204And does
Hipolito dete
st my loue?
12031205Oh,
sure their heedle
sse lu
sts but
flattred me,
12041206I am not plea
sing, beautifull nor young.
12051207Hipolito hath
spyed
some vgly blemi
sh,
12061208Eclip
sing all my beauties: I am foule:
Harlot!