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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)

    Of your supposed death, her owne interment,
    And all those plots, which that false Duke, (her father)
    2265Has wrought against you: And sheele meete you.
    Hip. O when:
    Doc. Nay see: how couetous are your desires,
    Earely to morrow morne.
    Hip. O where good father.
    2270Doc. At Bethlem monasterie: are you pleasd now?
    Hip, At Bethlem monasterie: the place well fits,
    It is the scoole where those that loose their wits,
    Practise againe to get them: I am sicke
    Of that disease, all loue is lunaticke.
    2275Doc. Weele steale away (this night) in some disguise,
    Father Anselmo, a most reuerend Frier,
    Expects our comming, before whom weele lay,
    Reasons so strong, that he shall yeeld, in bands,
    Of holy wedlocke, to tie both your hands.
    2280Hip. This is such happinesse:
    That to beleeue it. tis impossible.
    Doc. Let all your ioyes then die in misbeliefe,
    I will reueale no more.
    Hip. O yes good father,
    2285I am so well acquainted with despaire,
    I know not how to hope: I beleeue all.
    Doc. Weele hence this night, much must be done, much (said
    But if the Doctor faile not in his charmes,
    Your Lady shall ere morning fill these armes.
    2290Hip. heauenly Phisition: far thy fame shall spred,
    That mak'st two louers speake when they be dead.
    Candido's wife, and George: Pioratto
    meetes them.
    2295Wi. O watch good George, watch which way the Duke (comes.
    Geo. Here comes one of the butter flies, aske him.
    Wi. Pray sir, comes the duke this way.
    Pio. He's vpon comming mistris. Exit.
    Wi. I thanke you sir: Geroge are there many madfolkes,
    2300where thy Maister lies.
    H 4 Geor