THE HONEST WHORE.
12071209Harlot! I, that's the
spot that taynts my
soule:
1208What! has he left
1210his weapon heere behind him,
1209And gone forgetfull? O
fit in
strument
12101211To let forth all the poy
son of my
fle
sh!
12111212Thy M. hates me, cau
se my bloud hath rang'd:
12121213But whē tis forth, then heele beleeue Ime chāg'd.
12131214Hip. Mad woman, what art doing?
Enter Hipo. 12151216Or
split my heart vpon thy Rapiers poynt:
12161217Yet doe not neyther; for thou then de
stroy
st 12171218That which I loue thee for (thy vertues) here, here,
12181219Th'art crueller, and kil
st me with di
sdayne:
12191220To die
so,
sheds no bloud, yet tis wor
se payne.
ExitHipol. 12201221Not
speake to me! not bid farewell! a
scorne!
12211222Hated! this mu
st not be,
some meanes Ile try.
12221223Would all Whores were as hone
st now, as I.
Exeunt. 12241225Enter Candido, his wife, George, and two Prentices in the 12251226shop: Fustigo enters, walking by. 12261227Geor. See Gentlemen, what you lack? a
fine Holland,
12271228a
fine Cambrick,
see what you buy.
122812291. Pr. Holland for
shirts, Cambrick for bands, what i
st (you lack? 12291230Fust. Sfoot, I lack em all, nay more, I lack money to buy
12301231em: let me
see, let me looke agen: ma
sse this is the
shop;
12311232What Coz!
sweet Coz! how do
st ifayth,
since la
st night
12321233after candlelight? we had good
sport ifayth, had we not?
12351236Fust. Spoke like a kind Lacedemoniā: I
see yonders thy
(husband. 12361237Wi. I, ther's the
sweet youth, God ble
sse him.
12371238Fust. And how i
st Cozen? & how? how i
st thou
squall?
12391240Fust. How fare I? troth, for
sixpence a meale, wench, as
12401241wel as heart can wi
sh, with Calues chaldrons and chitter
- 12411242lings, be
sides I haue a
Punck after
supper, as good as a ro
-(asted Apple. 12431244Fust. A am,
sir, what ha
st thou to do with that?
12441245Cand. O, nothing but y'are welcome.
E 2 Fust. The