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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.
    2225Hip. Few but your selfe,
    Could haue inticd me thus, to trust the Aire,
    With my close sighes, you send for me: what newes?
    Doc. Come you must doff this blacke: die that pale cheeke,
    Into his owne colour; goe: Attire your selfe
    2230Fresh as a bridegroome, when he meetes his bride,
    The Duke has done much treason to thy loue,
    Tis now reuealed, tis now to be reuengde,
    Be mery honord friend, thy Lady liues.
    Hip. What Lady?
    2235Doc. Infaelice, Shees reuiude;
    Reuiude: alacke! death neuer had the hart,
    To take breath from her.
    Hip. Vmh: I thanke you sir,
    Phisicke prolongs life, when it cannot saue,
    2240This helpes not my hopes. mine are in their graue:
    You doe some wrong to mocke me.
    Doc. By that loue,
    Which I haue euer borne you, what I speake
    Is trueth: the maiden liues: that funerall,
    2245Dukes teares, the morning, was all counterfet,
    A sleepy draught cozend the world and you,
    I was his minister and then chambred vp,
    To stop discouery.
    Hip. O trecherous Duke:
    2250Doc. He cannot hope so certainely for blisse:
    As he beleeues that I haue poysond you,
    He wode me toot, I yeelded, and confirm'd him,
    In his most bloudy thoughts.
    Hip. A very deuill!
    2255Doc. Her did he closely coach to Bergamo,
    And thither?
    Hip. Will I ride, stood Bergamo,
    In the low countries of blacke hell, ile to her.
    Doc. You shall to her, but not to Bergamo,
    2260How passion makes you fly beyond your selfe.
    Much of that weary iourney I'ha cut off,
    For she by letters hath intelligence,
    Of