15681568Enter Bellafronte with a Lute, pen, inke and paper 15711571 THe Courtiers flattring Iewels, 15741574 That sucke vp poore Bees Honyes: 15771577 Silks and Veluets, Pearles and Ambers, 15781578 Shall not draw me to their Chambers. Shee writes. 15801580Oh, tis in vayne to write: it will not plea
se,
15811581Inke on this paper would ha but pre
sented
15821582The foule blacke
spots that
sticke vpon my
soule,
15831583And rather make me loth
somer, then wrought
15841584My loues impre
ssion in
Hipolitoes thought.
15851585No, I mu
st turne the cha
ste leaues of my bre
st,
15861586And pick out
some
sweet meanes to breed my re
st.
15881588As true vnto thy heart, as thy heart to thee,
And
THE HONEST WHORE.
15891589And hate all men, their gifts and company.
15901590Enter Matheo, Castruchio, Fluello, Pioratto. 15911591Mat. You, goody Punck,
subandi Cockatrice, O yare a
15921592sweet whore of your promi
se, are you not think you? how
15931593wel you came to
supper to vs la
st night: mew, a whore &
15941594breake her word! nay you may blu
sh, & hold downe your
15951595head at it wel ynough: Sfoot, aske the
se gallants if we
staid
15961596not till we were as hungry as Seriants.
15981598Cast. Nay fayth
Acquaintance, let me tell you, you forgat
15991599your
selfe too much: we had excellēt cheere, rare vintage,
16011601Pior. And when wee were in our Woodcocks (
sweete
16021602Rogue) a brace of Gulles, dwelling here in the City, came
16031603in & payd all the
shot.
Mat. Pox on her, let her alone.
16041604Bel. O, I pray doe, if you be Gentlemen:
16051605I pray depart the hou
se; be
shrew the dore
16061606For being
so ea
sily entreated: fayth,
16071607I lent but little eare vnto your talke,
16081608My mind was bu
sied otherwi
se in troth,
16091609And
so your words did vnregarded pa
sse:
16101610Let this
su
ffice, I am not as I was.
16111611Flu. I am not what I was! no Ile be
sworne thou art not:
16121612for thou wert hone
st at
fiue, & now th'art a Puncke at
fif
- 16131613teene: thou wert ye
sterday a
simple whore, and now th'art
16141614a cunning Conny-catching Baggage to day.
16151615Bel. Ile
say Ime wor
se, I pray for
sake me then,
16161616I doe de
sire you leaue me, Gentlemen,
16171617And leaue your
selues: O be not what you are,
16181618(Spendthrifts of
soule and body)
16191619Let me per
swade you to for
sake all Harlots,
16201620Wor
se thē the deadlie
st poy
sons, they are wor
se:
16211621For o're their
soules hangs an eternall cur
se,
16221622In being
slaues to
slaues, their labours peri
sh,
16231623Th'are
seldome ble
st with
fruit; for ere it blo
ssoms,
16251625They haue no i
ssue but foule vgly ones,
16261626That run along with them, e'ene to their graues:
16271627For
stead of children, they breed ranke di
sea
ses,
F 3 And
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
THE HONEST WHORE.
16661666Gaue money for my
soule; you brake the Ice,
16671667Which after turnd a puddle: I was led
16681668By your temptation to be mi
serable:
16691669I pray
seeke out
some other that will fall,
16701670Or rather (I pray)
seeke out none at all.
16711671Mat. I
st po
ssible, to be impo
ssible, an hone
st whore! I
16721672haue heard many hone
st wenches turne Strumpets with
16731673a wet
finger; but for a Harlot to turne hone
st, is one of
Her- 16741674cules labours: It was more ea
sie for him in one night to
16751675make
fifty queanes, then to make one of them hone
st a
- 16761676gen in
fifty yeeres: come, I hope thou doo
st but ie
st.
16771677Bel. Tis time to leaue o
ff ie
sting, I had almo
st 16781678Ie
sted away Saluation: I
shall loue you,
16811681Bel. Oh, tempt no more womē:
shun their weighty cur
se,
16821682Women (at be
st) are bad, make them not wor
se,
16831683You gladly
seeke our
sexes ouerthrow:
16841684But not to ray
se our
states for all your wrongs.
16851685Will you vouch
safe me but due recompence,
16871687Mat. How, marry with a Punck, a Cockatrice, a Har
- 16881688lot? mary foh, Ile be burnt thorow the no
se
fir
st.
16891689Bel. Why la? the
se are your othes you loue to vndo vs,
16901690To put heauen from vs, whil
st our be
st houres wa
ste:
16911691You loue to make vs lewd, but neuer cha
ste.
16921692Mat. Ile heare no more of this: this ground vpon,
16931693Th'art damn'd for altring thy Religion.
Exit. 16941694Bel. Thy lu
st and
sin
speake
so much: go thou my ruine,
16951695The
fir
st fall my
soule tooke; by my example
16961696I hope few maydens now will put their heads
16971697Vnder mens girdels: who lea
st tru
sts, is mo
st wi
se:
16981698Mens othes do ca
st a mi
st before our eyes.
16991699My be
st of wit be ready: now I goe,
17001700By
some deuice to greet
Hipolito.
F 4 SCENA
THE HONEST WHORE.