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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • 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 2, 1604)

    The converted Curtezan.
    spleene in an Angell, than rough humour in him: why ile give
    you instance for it. This wonderfully temperd signior Candido
    vpon a time invited home to his house certaine Neapolitane
    lords of curious taste, and no meane pallats, conjuring his wife
    455of all loves, to prepare cheere fitting for such honourable tren-
    cher-men. She (just of a womans nature, covetous to try the
    vttermost of vexation, and thinking at last to get the starte of
    his humour,) willingly neglected the preparation, and became
    vnfurnisht, not onely of daintie, but of ordinarie dishes. He (ac-
    460cording to the mildenesse of his breast,) entertained the lords,
    and with courtly discourse beguiled the time (as much as a Cit-
    tizen might do:) To conclude, they were hungry lordes, for
    there came no meate in; their stomacks were plainely gulld,
    and their teeth deluded, and (if anger could have seizd a man,)
    465there was matter enough yfaith to vexe any Citizen in the
    world, if he were not too much made a foole by his wife.
    Flu: I, ile sweare for't: sfoote, had it beene my case, I should
    ha plaide mad trickes with my wife and family: first I would
    ha spitted the men, stewd the maides, and bak't the mistresse,
    470and so served them in.
    Pio: Why t'would ha tempted any blood but his,
    And thou to vexe him? thou to anger him
    With some poore shallow jest?
    Cast: Sblood signior Pioratto, (you that disparage my con-
    475ceit,) ile wage a hundred duckats vppon the head on't, that it
    mooves him, frets him, and galles him.
    Pio: Done, tis a lay, ioyne golls on't: witnes signior Fluello.
    Cast: Witnes, tis done:
    Come, follow me; the house is not farre off,
    480Ile thrust him from his humour, vex his breast,
    And win a hundred duckats by one jest. Exeunt.

    Enter Candidoes wife, George, and two prentices
    in the shoppe.

    Wife Come, you put vp your wares in good order heere, do
    485you not thinke you? one peece cast this way, another that way,
    you had neede have a patient master indeede.