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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.
    Wife. Come not to me for any key.
    Ile not be troubled to deliuer it.
    1400Cand. Good wife, kind wife, it is a needfull trouble,
    but for my gowne.
    Wife. Mothes swallow downe your gowne:
    you set my teeth an edge with talking on't.
    Cand. Nay prythee, sweet, I cannot meet without it,
    1405I should haue a great fine set on my head.
    Wife. Set on your coxcomb: tush, fine me no fines.
    Can. Beleeue me (sweet) none greets the Senate-house,
    without his Robe of reuerence, that's his Gowne.
    Wife. Wel, then y'are like to crosse that custome once,
    1410You get nor key, nor gowne, and so depart:
    This trick will vexe him sure, and fret his heart. Exit.
    Cand. Stay, let me see, I must haue some deuice,
    My cloke's too short: fy, fy, no cloke will doo't:
    It must be something fashioned like a gowne,
    1415With my armes out: oh George, come hither George,
    I pry thee lend me thine aduice.
    Geor. Troth sir, were it any but you, they would break (open chest.
    Cand. O no, breake open chest! thats a Theeues office:
    Therein you counsell me against my bloud:
    1420'Twould shew impatience that, any meeke meanes
    I would be glad to imbrace. Masse I haue got it:
    Go, step vp, fetch me downe one of the Carpets,
    The saddest colourd Carpet, honest George,
    Cut thou a hole ith middle for my necke,
    1425Two for mine armes, nay prithee looke not strange.
    Geor. I hope you doe not thinke sir, as you meane.
    Cand. Prithee about it quickly, the houre chides me:
    Warily George, softly, take heed of eyes, Exit George.
    Out of two euils hee's accounted wise,
    1430That can picke out the least; the Fine imposde
    For an vn-gowned Senator, is about
    Forty Cruzadoes, the Carpet not 'boue foure.
    Thus haue I chosen the lesser euill yet,
    Preseru'd my patience, foyld her desperate wit.
    1435Geor. Here, sir, heer's the Carpet. Enter George.
    Cand. O