736737Enter Roger with a stoole, cushin, looking-glasse and chafing-dish, 737738 Those being set downe, he pulls out of his pocket, a violl with 738739 white cullor in it. And 2. boxes, one with white, another red 739740 painting, he places all things in order & a candle by thē, singing 740741 with the ends of old Ballads as he does it. At last Bella- 741742 front (as he rubs his cheeke with the cullors, whistles with- 744745Bel. What are you playing the roague about?
745746Ro. About you, for
sooth:
I me drawing vp a hole in your
747748Bell. Is my gla
sse there? and my boxes of complexion?
748749Ro. Yes for
sooth: your boxes of complexion are
749750here
I thinke: yes tis here: her's your twe complexi
- 750751ons, and if I had all the foure complexions,
I should
751752nere
set a good face vpont,
some men
I see are borne vn
- 752753der hard-fauourd plānets as well as women: zounds
I looke
worse
THE HONEST WHORE.
753754wor
se now then
I did before, & it makes her face gli
ster mo
st 754755damnably, theres knauery in dawbing I hold my life, or el
se
755756this is onely female
Pomatum.
756757 Enter Bellafronte not full ready, without a gowne, shee sits 757758downe, with her bodkin curles her haire, cullers her lips. 758759Bell. Wheres my ru
ffe and poker you block-head
? 759760Ro. Your ru
ffe, your pocker, are ingendring together
761vp
- 760on the cup-bord of the Court, or the Court-cup-bord.
761762Bel. Fetch e'm: Is the poxe in your hames, you can goe
763764Ro. Wood the pox were in your
fingers, vnle
sse you could
764765leaue
flinging; catch.
Exit. 765766Bell. Ile catch you, you dog by and by
: do you grumble?
766767 Cupid
is a God, as naked as my naile She sings. 767768 Ile whip him with a rod, if he my true loue faile.
768769Ro. Thers your ru
ffe,
shall I poke it?
769770Bel. Yes hone
st Ro, no
stay
: pry thee good boy, hold here,
770771 Downe, downe, downe, down, I fall downe and arise, downe, I ne- 772773Ro. Troth M. then leaue the trade if you
shall neuer ri
se.
773774Bell. What trade? good-man
Abram.
774775Ro. Why that, if down and ari
se or the falling trade.
775776Bell. Ile fall with you by and by.
776777Ro. If you doe
I know who
shall
smart fort:
777778Troth Mi
stris, what do
I looke like now?
778779Bell. Like as you are: a panderly Sixpenny Ra
scall.
779780Ro. I may thanke you for that: infaith
I looke like an old
780781Prouerbe,
Hold the Candle before the diuell.
781782Bell. Vds life,
Ile
sticke my knife in your Guts and you
782783prate to me
so:
What?
She sings. 783784 Well met, pug, the pearle of beautie: vmh, vmh. 784785 How now sir knaue, you forget your dutie, vmh, vmh. 785786 Marry muffe Sir, are you growne so daintie; fa, la, la, &c. 786787 Is it you Sir?
the worst of twentie, fa la, la, leera la. 787788Pox on you, how doe
st thou hold my gla
sse?
788789Ro. Why, as
I hold your doore: with my
fingers.
789790Hell. Nay pray thee
sweet hony
Ro. hold vp hand
somely
790791Sing prety Wantons warble, &c. We
shall ha gue
sts today.
I lay
THE HONEST WHORE.
791792I lay my little meadenhead, my no
se itches
so.
792793Ro. I said
so too la
st night, when our Fleas twing'd me.
793794Bell. So Poke my ru
ffe now, my gowne, my gown, haue (I my fall
? 794795Wher's my fall
Roger?
One knocks. 795796Ro. Your fall for
sooth is behind.
796797Bell. Gods my pittikins,
some foole or other knocks.
797798Ro. Shall
I open to the foole mi
stre
sse?
798799Bell. And all the
se bables lying thus? away with it quick
- 799800ly, I, I, knock & be dambde, who
soeuer you be. So: giue the
800801fre
sh Salmon lyne now: let him come a
shoare, hee
shall
801802serue for my breakefa
st, tho he goe again
st my
stomack.
802803Roger Fetch in Fluello, Castruchio, and Pioratto. 804805Cast. How does my
sweete acquaintance?
805806Pio. Saue thee little Marmo
set: how doe
st thou good
807808Bell. Well, Godamercy good pretty ra
scall.
808809Flu. Roger some light
I pry thee.
809810Ro. You
shall
Signior, for we that liue here in this vale
810811of mi
sery, are as darke as hell.
Exit. for a candle. 811812Cast. Good Tabacco,
Fluello?
812813Flu. Smell?
(Enter Roger. 813814Pio. It may be tickling geere: for it plaies with my no
se (already.
814815Ro. Her's another light Angell,
Signior.
815816Bell. What? yon pyed curtal, whats that you are neighing?
816817Ro. I
say God
send vs the light of heauen, or
some more
818819Bell. Goe fetch
some wyne, and drinke halfe of it.
819820Ro. I mu
st fetch
some wyne gentlemen and drinke halfe (of it.
821822Cast. No let me
send pry thee.
822823Flu. Hold you canker worme.
823824Ro. You
shall
send both, if you plea
se
Signiors.
824825Pio. Stay, whats be
st to drinke a mornings?
825826Ro. Hypocras
sir, for my mi
stres, if I fetch it, is mo
st deare (to her.
826827Flu. Hypocras! ther then, her's a te
ston for you, you
snake
827828Ro. Right
syr, her's iij. s. vi. d. for a pottle & a manchet-
Ex. Her's
THE HONEST WHORE.
828829Cast. Her's mo
st herculaniā Tobacco, ha
some acquaintāce?
829830Bel. Fah, not
I, makes your breath
stinke, like the pi
sse of a
830831Foxe. Acquaintance, where
supt you la
st night?
831832Cast. At a place
sweete acquaintance where your health
832833danc'de the
Canaries y'faith: you
should ha ben there.
833834Bell. I there among your Punkes, marry fah, hang-em:
834835scorn't: will you neuer leaue
sucking of egs in other folkes
836837Cast. Why in good troth, if youle tru
st me acquaintance,
837838there was not one hen at the board, aske
Fluello.
838839Flu. No faith Coz; none but
Cocks,
signior
Malauella 839840drunke to thee.
Bel. O, a pure beagle; that hor
se-leach there?
840841Flu. And the knight, S.
Oliuer Lollilo,
swore he wold be
stow
841842a ta
ffata petticoate on thee, but to breake his fa
st with thee.
842843Bel. With me! Ile choake him then, hang him Mole-cat
- 843844cher, its the dreaming
st snotty-no
se.
844845Pio. Well, many tooke that
Lollio for a foole, but he's a
845846subtile foole.
Bel. I, and he has fellowes: of all
filthy
846847dry-
fisted knights,
I cannot abide that he
should touch me.
847848Cast. Why wench, is he
scabbed?
848849Bel. Hang him, heele not liue to bee
so hone
st, nor to the
849850credite to haue
scabbes about him, his betters haue em: but
850851I hate to weare out any of his cour
se knight-hood, becau
se
851852hee's made like an Aldermans night-gowne, fac
st all with
852853conny before, and within nothing but Foxe: this
sweete
853854Oliuer, will eate Mutton till he be ready to bur
st, but the
854855leane iawde-
slaue wil not pay for the
scraping of his trēcher.
855856Pio. Plague him,
set him beneath the
sault, and let him not
856857touch a bit, till euery one has had his full cut.
857858Flu. Lord Ello, the Gentleman-V
sher came into vs too,
858859marry twas in our chee
se, for he had beene to borrow mony
859860for his Lord, of a Citizen.
860861Cast. What an a
sse is that Lord, to borrow money of a
862863Bell. Nay, Gods my pitty, what an a
sse is that Citizen to
864865 Enter Matheo and Hypolito, who saluting the Com- 865866pany, as a stranger walkes off. Roger comes in sadly behind them, D with
THE HONEST WHORE.
866867with a potle-pot, and stands aloofe off. 867868Matheo. Saue you Gallants,
signior
Fluello, exceedingly
869870Flu. Signior
Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I may
871872Ma. And how fares my little prettie Mi
stris?
872873Bell. Eene as my little pretie
seruant;
sees three court di
- 873874shes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now?
874875why the diuell
stand
st thou
so? Art in a trance?
875876Ro. Yes for
sooth.
Bell Why do
st not
fil out their wine?
876877Ro. For
sooth tis
fild out already: all the wine that the
sig
- 877878nior has be
stowde vpon you is ca
st away, a Porter ranne a
878879litle at me, and
so fac'
st me downe that
I had not a drop.
879880Bel. Ime a cur
st to let
such a withered Artichocke faced
- 880881Ra
scall grow vnder my no
se: now you looke like an old he
881882cat, going to the gallowes: Ile be hangde if he ha not put vp
882883the mony to cony-catch vs all.
883884Ro. No truely for
sooth, tis not put vp yet.
884885Bel. How many Gentlemen ha
st thou
serued thus?
885886Ro. None but
fiue hundred, be
sides prentices and
seruing
-(men.
886887Bell Doe
st thinke
Ile pocket it vp at thy hands?
887888Ro. Yes for
sooth,
I feare you will pocket it vp.
888889Bel Fye, fye, cut my lace good
seruant,
I shall ha the mo
- 889890ther pre
sently Im'e
so vext at this hor
se-plumme.
890891Flu. Plague, not for a
scald pottle of wine.
891892Ma. Nay,
sweete
Bellafronte, for a little Pigs wa
sh.
892893Cast. Here
Roger, fetch more, a mi
schance. Yfaith Ac
- 894895Bell Out of my
sight, thou vngodly puritanical creature.
895896Ro. For the tother pottle? yes for
sooth.
Exit. 896897Bell. Spill that too: what
Gentleman is that
seruant? your
898899Ma. Gods
so a
stoole, a
stoole, if you loue me Mi
stris en
- 899900tertaine this Gentleman re
spe
ctiuely, & bid him welcome.
900901Bell. Hees very welcome, pray Sir
sit.
902903Flu. Count
Hypolito, i
st not
? cry you mercie
signior, you
903904walke here all this while, and we not heard you? let me be
- stow
THE HONEST WHORE.
904905stowa
stoole vpō you be
seech you, you are a
stranger here,
905906we know the fa
shions ath hou
se.
906907Cast. Plea
se you be heere my Lord.
Tabacco. 907908Hipo. No good
Castruchio.
908909Flu. You haue abandoned the Court
I see my lord
since
909910the death of your mi
stre
sse, well
she was a delicate piece-be
- 910911seech you
sweete, come let vs
serue vnder the cullors of your
911912acquaintance
stil: for all that, plea
se you to meete here at my
912913lodging of my cuz,
I shall be
stow a banquet vpon you.
913914Hipo. I neuer can de
serue this kindne
sse
syr.
914915What may this Lady be, whom you call cuz?
915916Flu. Faith
syr a poore gentlewoman, of pa
ssing good ca
- 916917riage, one that has
some
sutes in law, and lyes here in an At
- 919920Flu. Hah, as all your punks are, a captens wife, or
so?
920921neuer
saw her before, my Lord.
921922Hipo. Neuer tru
st me a goodly creature.
922923Flu. By gad when you know her as we do, youle
swear
she is
923924the prettie
st, kinde
st,
sweete
st, mo
st bewitching hone
st ape
924925vnder the pole. A skin, your
satten is not more
soft, nor
926927Hipo. Belike then
shees
some
sale curtizan.
927928Flu. Troth as all your be
st faces are, a good wench.
928929Hipo. Great pitty that
shees a good wench:
929930Ma. Thou
shalt ha ifaith mi
stre
sse
: how now
signiors?
930931what? whi
spering? did not
I lay a wager I
should take you
931932within
seuen daies in a hou
se of vanity.
932933Hipo. You did, and I be
shrew your heart, you haue won.
933934Ma. How do you like my mi
stre
sse?
934935Hipo. Well, for
such a mi
stre
sse: better, if your mi
stre
sse
936937I mu
st breake manners gentlemen, fare you well.
937938Ma. Sfoote you
shall not leaue vs.
938939Bell. The gentleman likes not the ta
st of our company,
940941Hipo. Tru
st me my a
ffaires becken for me, pardon me.
941942Ma. Will you call for me halfe an houre hence here?
D 2 Hipo.
THE HONEST WHORE.
943944Ma. Perhaps
? fah!
I know you can
sweare to me you wil,
944945Hip. Since you will pre
sse me on my word,
I will.
Exit. 945946Bell. What
sullen pi
cture is this
seruant?
946947Ma. Its Count
Hipolito, the braue Count.
947948Pio. As gallant a
spirit, as any in
Millan you
sweete (
Iewe,
948949Flu. Oh hees a mo
st e
ssentiall gentleman, coz.
949950Cast. Did you neuer heare of Count
Hipolitos ac
- 951952Bell. Marymu
ffe a your counts, & be no more life in'em.
952953Ma. Hees
so malcontent!
sirra
Bellafronta, & you be ho
- 953954ne
st gallants, lets
sup together, and haue the count with vs:
954955thou
shalt
sit at the vpper end puncke.
955956Bell. Puncke, you
sowcde gurnet?
956957Ma. Kings truce: come, ile be
stow the
supper to haue
958959Cast. He betraies his youth too gro
sly to that tyrant ma
-(lancholy.
959960Ma. All this is for a woman.
960961Bell. A woman
! some whore! what
sweet
Iewell i
st?
961962Pio. Wod
she heard you.
Flu. Troth
so wud
I.
963964Bell. Nay good
seruant, what woman?
Ma. Pah.
964965Bell. Pry thee tell me, abu
sse and tell me:
I warrant hees
965966an hone
st fellowe, if hee take on thus for a wench: good
967968Ma. Byth Lord
I will not, mu
st not faith mi
stre
sse: i
st a
968969match
sirs? his night, at
Th'antilop: I, for thers be
st wine, and (good boyes.
969970Omni. Its done at Th'antilop.
970971Bell. I cannot be there to night.
971972Ma. Cannot? bith lord you
shall.
972973Bell. By the Lady I will not:
shaall
! 973974Flu. Why then put it o
ff till
fryday: wut come then cuz?
974975Bell. Well.
Enter Roger. 975976Ma. Y'are the wa
spi
she
st Ape.
Roger, put your mis
- 976tre
sse in
977mind to
sup with vs on
friday
978next: y'are be
st come
977like a madwoman without a band in
979your wa
stcoate, & the
978lynings of your kirtle outward, like
980euery common hackney
979that
steales out at the back gate of her
981sweet knights lodging
Bell.
THE HONEST WHORE.
980982Bell. Goe, goe, hang your
selfe.
Cast. Its dinner time
Matheo, (
shalls hence
? 981983Omni. Yes, yes, farewell wench.
Exeunt. 982984Bell. Farewell boyes:
Roger what wine
sent they for?
983985Ro. Ba
stard wine, for if it had bin truly begotten, it wud
984986not ha bin a
shamde to come in, her's vi.s. to pay for nur
sing
986988Bell. A company of rookes! O good
sweete
Roger, run to
987989the Poulters and buy me
some
fine Larkes.
989991Bell. Yes faith a couple, if they be not deare.
990992Ro. Ile buy but one, theres one already here.
Exit. 992994Hipo. Is the gentleman (my
friend) departed mi
stre
sse?
993995Bell. His backe is but new-turnd
syr.
994996Hipo. Fare you well.
Bell. I can dire
ct you to him.
996998Bell. If you plea
se
stay, heele not be ab
sent long.
9981000Bell. Pray
sit for
sooth.
Hipo. I'me hot.
9991001Hipo. If may v
se your roome, ile rather walke.
10001002Bell. At your be
st plea
sure-whew-
some rubbers there.
10011003Hipo. Indeed ile non: -Indeed
I will not: thanks.
10021004Pretty-
fine-lodging. I perceiue my
friend
10031005Is old in your acquaintance.
Bell. Troth
syr, he comes
10041006As other gentlemen, to
spend
spare howers;
10051007If your
selfe like our roofe (
such as it is)
10061008Your owne acquaintance may be as old as his.
10071009Hipo. Say
I did like; what welcome
should
I find
? 10081010Bell. Such as my pre
sent fortunes can a
fford.
10091011Hipo. But would you let me play
Mathaeos part?
10111013Hipo. Why imbrace you: dally with you, ki
sse:
10121014Faith tell me, will you leaue him, and loue me?
10131015Bell. I am in bondes to no man
syr.
Hipo. Why then,
10141016Y'are
free for any man: if any, me.
10151017But
I mu
st tell you Lady, were you mine,
10161018You
should be all mine: I could brooke no
sharers,
10171019I should be couetous, and
sweepe vp all.
D 3 I would
THE HONEST WHORE.
10181020I
should be plea
sures v
surer: faith I
should.
10201022Hipo. Why
sigh you Lady? may I knowe?
10211023Bell. T'has neuer bin my fortune yet to
single
10221024Out that one man, who
se loue could fellow mine.
10231025As
I haue euer wi
sht it: ô my Stars
! 10241026Had
I but met with one kind gentleman,
10251027That would haue purchacde
sin alone, to him
selfe,
10261028For his owne priuate v
se, although
scarce proper:
10271029Indi
fferent han
some: meetly legd and thyed:
10281030And my allowance rea
sonable-yfaith,
10291031According to my body-by my troth,
10301032I would haue bin as true vnto his plea
sures,
10311033Yea, and as loyall to his afternoones,
10321034As euer a poore gentlewoman could be.
10331035Hipo. This were well now, to one but newly
fledg'd,
10341036And
scarce a day old in this
suttle world:
10351037Twere prettie Art, good bird-lime, cunning net:
10361038But come, come, faith-confe
sse: how many men
10371039Haue drunke this
selfe-
same prote
station,
10421044Hipo. Indeed
! in truth!-how warily you
sweare?
10431045Tis well: if ill it be not: yet had
I 10441046The ru
ffian in me, and were drawne before you
10451047But in light cullors,
I doe know indeed,
10461048You could not
sweare indeede, But thunder oathes
10471049That
should
shake heauen, drowne the harmonious
sphers,
10481050And pierce a
soule (that lou'd her makers honour)
10531055Our
sins by cu
stome,
seeme (at la
st) but
small.
10541056Were I but o're your thre
shold, a next man,
10551057And after him a next, and then a fourth,
Should
THE HONEST WHORE.
10561058Should haue this golden hooke, and la
sciuious baite,
10571059Throwne out to the full length, why let me tell you:
10581060I ha
seene letters
sent
from that white hand,
10591061Tuning
such mu
sicke to
Matheos eare.
10601062Bell. Mathaeo! thats true, but beleeue it, I
1061No
sooner had laid hold vpon your pre
sence,
1062But
straight mine eye conueid you to my heart.
10631065Hipo. Oh, you cannot faine with me, why,
I know Lady,
10641066This is the common pa
ssion of you all,
10651067To hooke in a kind gentleman, and then
10661068Abu
se his coyne, conueying it to your louer,
10671069And in the end you
shew him a french trick,
10681070And
so you leaue him, that a coach may run
10711073Not I: therein ile proue an hone
st whore,
10721074In being true to one, and to no more.
10731075Hipo. If any be di
spo
sde to tru
st your oath,
10741076Let him: ile not be he, I know you feine
10751077All that you
speake, I: for a mingled harlot,
10761078Is true in nothing but in being fal
se.
10771079What!
shall
I teach you how to loath your
selfe?
10781080And mildly too
: not without
sen
se or rea
son.
10791081Bell. I am content, I would faine loath my
selfe,
10811083Hipo. Then if your gratious blood be not all wa
sted,
10831085Lend me your
silence, and attention,- you haue no
soule,
10841086That makes you wey
so light: heauens trea
sure bought it,
10851087And halfe a crowne hath
sold it: for your body
10861088Is like the common
shoare, that
still receiues
10871089All the townes
filth.
The
sin of many men
10881090Is within you, and thus much
I suppo
se,
10891091That if all your committers
stood in ranke,
10901092Theide make a lane, (in which your
shame might dwell)
10911093And with their
spaces reach
from hence to hell.
10921094Nay,
shall
I vrge it more, there has bene knowne,
As
THE HONEST WHORE.
10931095As many by one harlot, maym'd and di
smembred,
10941096As would ha
stuft an Ho
spitall: this
I might
10951097Apply to you, and perhaps doe you right:
10961098O y'are as ba
se as any bea
st that beares,
10971099Your body is ee'ne hirde, and
so are theirs.
10981100For gold and
sparkling iewels, (if he can)
10991101Youle let a
Iewe get you with chri
stian:
11001102Be he a Moore, a Tartar, tho his face
11011103Looke vglier then a dead mans
scull,
11021104Could the diuel put on a humane
shape,
11031105If his pur
se
shake out crownes, vp then he gets,
11041106Whores will be rid to hell with golden bits:
11051107So that y'are crueller then Turkes, for they
11061108Sell Chri
stians onely, you
sell your
selues away.
11071109Why tho
se that loue you, hate you
: and will terme you
11081110Lickeri
sh damnation: wi
sh them
selues halfe
sunke
11091111After the
sin is laid out, and ee'ne cur
se
11101112Their
fruitle
sse riot, (for what one begets
11111113Another poi
sons) lu
st and murder hit,
11121114A tree being often
shooke, what
fruit can knit?
11151117A harlot is like
Dunkirke, true to none,
11161118Swallowes both Engli
sh, Spani
sh, ful
some Dutch,
11171119Blacke-doord Italian, la
st of all the
French,
11181120And he
sticks to you faith
: giues you your diet,
11191121Brings you acquainted,
fir
st with mon
sier Do
ctor,
11201122And then you know what followes.
11221124Ranke,
stinking, and mo
st loath
some mi
sery.
11231125Hip. Me thinks a toad is happier then a whore,
11241126That with one poi
son
swells, with thou
sands more
11251127The other
stocks her veines: harlot:
fie!
fie,
11261128You are the mi
serable
st Creatures breathing,
11271129The very
slaues of nature: marke me el
se,
11281130You put on rich attires, others eyes weare them,
11291131You eat, but to
supply your blood with
sin,
11301132And this
strange cur
se ee'ne haunts you to your graues.
From
THE HONEST WHORE.
11311133From fooles you get, and
spend it vpon
slaues:
11321134Like Beares and Apes, y'are bayted and
shew tricks
11331135For money; but your Bawd the
sweetne
sse licks.
11341136Indeed you are their Iourney-women, and doe
11351137All ba
se and damnd workes they li
st set you to:
11361138So that you n'ere are rich; for doe but
shew me,
11371139In pre
sent memory, or in ages pa
st,
11381140The fayre
st and mo
st famous Courtezan,
11391141Who
se
fle
sh was dear'
st; that rai
sd the price of
sin,
11401142And held it vp; to who
se intemperate bo
some,
11411143Princes, Earles, Lords, the wor
st has bin a knight,
11421144The mean'
st a Gentleman, haue o
ffred vp
11431145Whole Hecatombs of
sighs, & raind in
showres
11441146Handfuls of gold, yet for all this, at la
st 11451147Di
sea
ses
suckt her marrow, then grew
so poore,
11461148That
she has begd, e'ene at a beggers doore.
11471149And (wherin heau'n has a
singer) when this Idoll,
11481150From coa
st to coa
st, has leapt on forrayne
shores,
11491151And had more wor
ship, thē th'outlandi
sh whores:
11501152When
seuerall Nations haue gone ouer her,
11511153When for eache
seuerall City
she has
seene,
11521154Her Maydenhead has bin new, & bin
sold deare:
11531155Did liue wel there, & might haue dyde vnknown,
11541156And vndefam'd; back comes
she to her owne,
11551157And there both mi
serably liues and dyes,
11561158Scornd euen of tho
se, that once ador'd her eyes,
11571159As if her fatall-circled life, thus ranne,
11581160Her pride
should end there, where it
fir
st began.
11591161What do you weepe to heare your Story read?
11601162Nay, if you
spoyle your cheeks, Ile read no more.
11621164Indeed 'twill do me good to weepe indeed.
11631165Hip. To giue tho
se teares a relli
sh, this I adde,
11641166Y'are like the Iewes,
scatterd, in no place certain,
11651167Your daies are tedious, your houres burden
some:
11661168And wer't not for full
suppers, midnight Reuels,
11671169Dauncing, wine, ryotous meetings, which doe drowne,
11681170And bury quite in you all vertuous thoughts,
E And
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!
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.