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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)

    Cast. Sblood, whats that to you? Ile haue a penny-worth.
    Can. A penny-worth! why you shall: Ile serue you pre-(sently.
    2. Pren. Sfoot, a penny-worth mistris!
    565Mist. A penny-worth! call you these gentlemen?
    Cast. No, no, not there.
    Can. What then kinde gentleemen, what at this corner (heere?
    Cast. No nor there neither:
    Ile haue it iust in the middle, or else not.
    570Can. Iust in the middle:- ha - you shall too: what?
    Haue you a single pennie?
    Cast. Yes, heeres one. Can. Lend it me I pray.
    Flu. An exlent followed iest.
    Wife. What will he spoile the lawne now?
    575Can. Patience good wife.
    Wife. I, that patience makes a foole of you: Gentlemen,
    you might ha found found some other Cittizen to haue
    made a kinde gull on, besides my husband.
    Can. Pray Gentlemen take her to be a woman,
    580Do not regard her language.----O kinde soule:
    Such words will driue away my customers.
    Wif Customers with a murren: call you these customers?
    Can. Patience, good wife. Wife. Pax a your patience.
    Geor. Sfoot mistrisse, I warrant these are some cheating
    Can. Looke you Gentlemen, theres your ware, I thanke
    you, I haue your mony: heere, pray know my shop, let me (haue your custome.
    Wife. Custome puoth a.
    Can. Let me take more of your mony.
    590Wife. You had neede so.
    Pio. Harke in thine eare, tha'st lost a hundred duckets.
    Cast. Well, well, I know't: ist possible that Homo
    Should be nor man, nor woman: not once mou'd:
    No not at such an iniurie, not at all!
    595Sure hees a pigeon, for he haz no gall.
    Ful Come, come, y'are angry tho you smother it:
    Y'are vext yfaith,- confesse. Can. Why Gentlemen,
    Should you conceit me to be vext or mou'd?
    He has my ware, I haue his money fort,
    600And thats no Argument I am angry: no,