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- Edition: The Honest Whore, Part 2
The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Modern)
- Introduction
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Acknowledgements
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Abbreviations
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Introduction
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Analysis of the Plays
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: The Plays in Performance
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Textual Introduction
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- The Honest Whore, Parts 1 and 2: Appendices
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- Texts of this edition
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601.1[2.1]
O my sweet husband, wert thou in thy grave
Dost know me? [Giving her his cloak] My cloak, prithee, lay始t up. Yes, 606faith, my winding-sheet was taken out of lavender, to be 607stuck with rosemary. I lacked but the knot here or here. 608Yet if I had had it, I should ha始 made a wry mouth at the 609world like a plaice. But, sweetest villain, I am here now, and 610I will talk with thee soon.
And glad am I thou始rt here.
Did these heels caper in shackles? Ah, my little 613plump rogue, I始ll bear up for all this, and fly high. Catso, 614catso!
Mattheo –
What sayst, what sayst? O brave fresh air! A pox 617on these grates, and jingling of keys, and rattling of iron. 618I始ll bear up, I始ll fly high, wench. Hang? Toss!
Mattheo, prithee make thy prison thy glass,
I始ll go visit all the mad rogues now, and the good 623roaring boys.
Thou dost not hear me?
Yes, faith, do I.
Thou hast been in the hands of misery,
Yes. 始Sfoot, I wonder how the inside of a tavern 629looks now. O, when shall I bezzle, bezzle?
Nay, see, thou始rt thirsty still for poison! Come,
632Mattheo
Honest ape始s face!
始Tis that sharpened an axe to cut thy throat.
Bellafront, Bellafront, I protest to thee, I swear, as I 648hope for my soul, I will turn over a new leaf. The prison, I 649confess, has bit me; the best man that sails in such a ship 650may be lousy.
2.1.33.1[Knocking within.]
One knocks at door.
I始ll be the porter. They shall see a jail cannot hold 653a brave spirit – I始ll fly high!
2.1.35.1Exit.
How wild is his behaviour! O, I fear
Come in, pray. Would you speak with me, sir?
Is your name Signor Mattheo?
My name is Signor Mattheo.
Is this gentlewoman your wife, sir?
This gentlewoman is my wife, sir.
The destinies spin a strong and even thread of both 666your loves! [Aside] The mother始s own face; I ha始 not forgot that. [He weeps.] I始m 667an old man, sir, and am troubled with a whoreson salt rheum, 668that I cannot hold my water. – Gentlewoman, the last man I 669served was your father.
My father? Any tongue that sounds his name
[Weeping.] I can speak no more.
How now, old lad? What, dost cry?
The rheum still, sir, nothing else. I should be well 678seasoned, for mine eyes lie in brine. Look you, sir, I have a 679suit to you.
What is始t, my little white pate?
Troth, sir, I have a mind to serve your worship.
To serve me? Troth, my friend, my fortunes are, as 683a man may say –
Nay, look you, sir. I know when all sins are old 685in us, and go upon crutches, that covetousness does but 686then lie in her cradle. 始Tis not so with me. Lechery loves 687to dwell in the fairest lodging, and covetousness in the 688oldest buildings, that are ready to fall; but my white head, 689sir, is no inn for such a gossip. If a servingman at my years 690be not stored with with biscuit enough, that has sailed about the 691world, to serve him the voyage out of his life, and to bring 692him east home, ill pity but all his days should be fasting 693days. I care not so much for wages, for I have scraped a 694handful of gold together. I have a little money, sir, which 695I would put into your worship始s hands, not so much to 696make it more –
No, no, you say well, thou sayst well. But I must 698tell you – how much is the money, sayst thou?
About twenty pound, sir.
Twenty pound? Let me see; that shall bring thee in, 701after ten per centum per annum –
No, no, no, sir, no; I cannot abide to have money 703engender. Fie upon this silver lechery, fie! If I may have 704meat to my mouth, and rags to my back, and a flock-bed 705to snort upon, when I die the longer liver take all.
A good old boy, i始faith! If thou serv始st me, thou shalt 707eat as I eat, drink as I drink, lie as I lie, and ride as I ride.
[Aside] That始s if you have money to hire horses.
Front, what dost thou think on始t? This good old 710lad here shall serve me.
Alas, Mattheo, wilt thou load a back
[Aside to her] Peace, pox on you, peace! There始s a trick in始t. I 714fly high. It shall be so, Front, as I tell you. [Aloud to Orlando] Give me thy hand; 715thou shalt serve me, i始faith. Welcome. As for your money –
Nay, look you, sir, I have it here.
Pish, keep it thyself, man, and then thou始rt sure 始tis 718safe.
Safe? An 始twere ten thousand ducats your worship 720should be my cash-keeper. I have heard what your 721worship is – [Aside] An excellent dunghill cock, to scatter all abroad! – 722But I始ll venture twenty pounds on始s head.
2.1.71.1[Gives him the money.]
And didst thou serve my worshipful 724father-in-law, Signor Orlando Frescobaldo, that madman, once?
I served him so long till he turned me out of doors.
It始s a notable chuff; I ha始 not seen him many a day.
No matter an you ne始er see him; it始s an arrant 728grandee, a churl, and as damned a cut-throat –
Thou villain, curb thy tongue! Thou art a Judas,
[To her] Away, ass! He speaks but truth. Thy father is a –
Gentleman.
And an old knave. There始s more deceit in him than 734in sixteen 始pothecaries. It始s a devil! Thou mayst beg, starve, 735hang, damn – does he send thee so much as a cheese?
Or so much as a gammon of bacon? 737He始ll give it his dogs first.
A javel, a javel.
A Jew, a Jew, sir.
A dog.
An English mastiff, sir.
Pox rot out his old stinking garbage!
[To him] Art not ashamed to strike an absent man thus?
Your doors? A vengeance! I shall live to cut that old 748rogue始s throat, for all you take his part thus.
[Aside] He shall live to see thee hanged first.
Godso, my lord, your lordship is most welcome.
753Hippolito
Was bold to see you.
755Mattheo
Yes, sir.
756Hippolito
I始ll borrow her lip.
With all my heart, my lord.
2.1.96.1[Hippolito kisses Bellafront and takes her aside.]
Who始s this, I pray, sir?
My lord Hippolito. What始s thy name?
Pacheco.
Pacheco? Fine name! Thou seest, Pacheco, I keep 762company with no scoundrels, nor base fellows.
[Aside to Bellafront] Came not my footman to you?
764Bellafront
Yes, my Lord.
I sent by him a diamond and a letter;
767Bellafront
Yes my lord, I did.
Read you the letter?
769Bellafront
O始er and o始er 始tis read.
And, faith, your answer?
771Bellafront
Now the time始s not fit;
773Hippolito
I始ll now then leave you,
777Mattheo
A glass of wine?
Not now, I始ll visit you at other times.
Excellent well, I thank your lordship. I owe you 781my life, my lord, and will pay my best blood in any service 782of yours.
I始ll take no such dear payment. Hark you, Mattheo, 784I know the prison is a gulf. If money run low with you, 785my purse is yours; call for it.
Faith, my lord, I thank my stars they send me 787down some. I cannot sink so long as these bladders hold.
I will not see your fortunes ebb. Pray try;
[To Orlando] Open the door, sirrah.
[Aside to Orlando at the door] Drink this [Giving him money]; and anon I pray thee give thy mistress 792this [Giving him a purse].
2.1.118.1Exit.
[Aside] O noble spirit! If no worse guests here dwell,
The only royal fellow! He始s bounteous as the Indies. 796What始s that he said to thee, Bellafront?
Nothing.
I prithee, good girl –
Why, I tell you – nothing.
Nothing? It始s well. Tricks! That I must be 801beholden to a scald, hot-livered, goatish gallant to stand with my 802cap in my hand, and vail bonnet, when I ha始 spread as lofty 803sails as himself! Would I had been hanged. Nothing? – 804Pacheco, brush my cloak.
Where is始t, sir?
Come, we始ll fly high.
2.1.128.1Exit.
[Aside] My twenty pounds fly high! O wretched woman,
Fellow, begone, I pray thee. If thy tongue
Zounds, I hope he will not play upon me.
Play on thee? No, you two will fly together,
2.1.139Weave thy nets ne始er so high,
You have small reason to take his part, for I have 827heard him say five hundred times you were as arrant a 828whore as ever stiffened tiffany neckcloths in water-starch 829upon a Saturday i始th始 afternoon.
Let him say worse! When, for the earth始s offence,
And so, if your father call you whore, you始ll not call 834him old knave. [Aside] Frescobaldo, she carries thy mind up and 835down; she始s thine own flesh, blood, and bone. [Aloud] Troth, 836mistress, to tell you true, the fireworks that ran from me upon 837lines against my good old master, your father, were but to 838try how my young master, your husband, loved such squibs. 839But it始s well known I love your father as myself. I始ll ride 840for him at midnight, run for you by owl-light; I始ll die 841for him, drudge for you; I始ll fly low, and I始ll fly high (as 842my master says), to do you good, if you始ll forgive me.
I am not made of marble; I forgive thee.
Nay, if you were made of marble, a good 845stone-cutter might cut you. I hope the twenty pound I delivered 846to my master is in a sure hand.
In a sure hand, I warrant thee, for spending.
I see my young master is a madcap and a bonus socius. 849I love him well, mistress. Yet, as well as I love him, I始ll not 850play the knave with you. Look you, I could cheat you of 851this purse full of money; but I am an old lad, and I scorn 852to cony-catch. Yet I ha始 been dog at a cony in my time.
2.1.154.1[He gives her the purse.]
A purse! Where hadst it?
The gentleman that went away whispered in mine 855ear and charged me to give it you.
The lord Hippolito?
Yes, if he be a lord; he gave it me.
始Tis all gold.
始Tis like so. It may be he thinks you want money, 860and therefore bestows his alms bravely, like a lord.
He thinks a silver net can catch the poor;
As your nails to your fingers, which I think 865never deceived you.
Thou to this lord shalt go. Commend me to him,
2.1.171If not, by this.
2.1.171.1[She gives him Hippolito始s purse, diamond ring, and letter.]
872Orlando
Is this all?
873Bellafront
This is all.
[Aside] Mine own girl still!
875Bellafront
A star may shoot, not fall.
2.1.172.1Exit Bellafront.
A star? Nay, thou art more than the moon, for 877thou hast neither changing quarters nor a man standing in 878thy circle with a bush of thorns. Is始t possible the lord 879Hippolito, whose face is as civil as the outside of a 880dedicatory book, should be a mutton-monger? A poor man has 881but one ewe, and this grandee sheep-biter leaves whole 882flocks of fat wethers whom he may knock down, 883to devour this! I始ll trust neither lord nor butcher with 884quick flesh for this trick. The cuckoo, I see now, sings all 885the year, though every man cannot hear him. But I始ll 886spoil his notes. Can neither love-letters nor the devil始s 887common picklocks, gold nor precious stones, make my 888girl draw up her portcullis? Hold out still, wench!
2.1.175.1Exit.