THE HONEST WHORE.
16281628And all, you Gallants, can be
stow on them,
16291629Is that French Infant, which n'ere a
cts but
speaks:
16301630What
shallow
sonne & heire then, fooli
sh gallāt,
16311631Would wa
ste all his inheritance, to purcha
se
16321632A
filthy loathd di
sea
se? and pawne his body
16331633To a dry euill: that v
surie's wor
st of all,
16341634When th'intere
st will eate out the principall.
16351635Mat. Sfoot,
she guls em the be
st: this is alwaies
16361636her fa
shion, when
she would be rid of any com
- 16371637pany that
she cares not for, to inioy mine alone.
16381638Flu. Whats here? in
stru
ctions, Admonitions, and Caue
- 16391639ats? come out, you
scabberd of vengeance.
16401640Mat. Fluello,
spurne your hounds when they fy
ste, you
16411641shall not
spurne my Punk, I can tell you my bloud is vext.
16421642Flu. Pox a your bloud: make it a quarrell.
16431643Mat. Y'are a Slaue, will that
serue turne?
16451645Cast. Matheo,
Fluello, for
shame put vp.
16481648Mou'd with a little folly, haue let out
16491649Their
soules in Brothell hou
ses, fell downe and dyed
16501650Iu
st at their Harlots foot, as 'twere in pride.
16521652Mat. I, I, any where,
sauing at Church: pray take heed
16561656Pi. There's more deceit in women, then in hel.
Exeunt, 16571657Mat. Ha, ha, thou doe
st gull em
so rarely,
so naturally: if
16581658I did not think thou had
st bin in earne
st: thou art a
sweet
16601660Bel. Why are not you gone to, Signior
Matheo?
16611661I pray depart my hou
se: you may beleeue me,
16621662In troth I haue no part of Harlot in me.
16641664Bel. Indeed I loue you not: but hate you wor
se
16651665Then any man, becau
se you were the
fir
st Gaue