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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 conuerted Courtizan.
    Fust. Sfoot Coz, a good iest, did you heare him? he told
    me in my eare, I was a flat foole, an Asse, a Gull, and Ile
    thrumb you: doe you see this Cambrick sir?
    Wi. What, not my men, I hope?
    1325Fust. No, not your men, but one of your men ifayth.
    1. Pr. I pray sir, come hither, what say you to this? heres
    an excellent good one.
    Fust. I marry, this likes me well, cut me off some halfe (score yards.
    2. Pr. Let your whores cut, yare an impudent coxcomb,
    1330you get none, & yet Ile thrum you.- A very good Cam-
    brick sir.
    Fust. Agen, agen, as God iudge me: Sfoot, Coz, they
    stand thrūming here with me all day, & yet I get nothing.
    1. Pr. A word I pray sir, you must not be angry, prentices
    1335haue hote blouds, young fellowes,- What say you to this
    piece? looke you, tis so delicate, so soft, so euen, so fine a
    thrid, that a Lady may weare it.
    Fust. Sfoot I thinke so, if a Knight marry my Punck, a
    Lady shall weare it: cut me off 20. yards: th'art an honest (lad.
    13401. Pr. Not without mony, gull, & ile thrū you to.
    Omn. Gull, weele thrum you.
    Fust. O Lord, sister, did you not heare something cry
    thump? zounds your men here make a plaine Asse of me.
    Wi. What, to my face so impudent?
    1345Geor. I, in a cause so honest, weele not suffer
    Our masters goods to vanish monylesse.
    Wife. You will not suffer them.
    2. Pr. No, and you may blush,
    In going about to vex so mild a brest,
    1350As is our masters. Wi. Take away those pieces.
    Cozen, I giue them freely.
    Fust. Masse, and Ile take em as freely.
    Om. Weele make you lay em down agen more freely.
    Wi. Help, help, my brother wilbe murdered. Enter Can.
    1355Cand. How now, what coyle is here? forbeare, I say.
    Geor. He cals vs Flatcaps, and abuses vs.
    Can. Why, sirs? do such examples flow from me?
    Wi. They are of your keeping sir, alas poore brother.
    Fust. I