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  • Title: The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)
  • Editor: Joost Daalder
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-490-5

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    Author: Thomas Dekker
    Editor: Joost Daalder
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    The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)

    The Honest Whore.
    Orl. A little tiny woman, lower then your Ladiship by
    1115head and shoulders, but as mad a wench as euer vnlaced a
    petticote: these things should I indeed haue deliuered to my
    Lord your Husband.
    Infae. They are deliuered better: Why should she send
    backe these things?
    1120Orl. Ware, ware, there's knauery.
    Infae. Strumpets like cheating gamesters will not win
    At first: these are but baites to draw him in.
    How might I learne his hunting houres?
    Orl. The Irish Footman can tell you all his hunting
    1125houres, the Parke he hunts in, the Doe he would strike, that
    Irish Shackatory beates the bush for him, and knowes all;
    he brought that Letter, and that Ring; he is the Carrier.
    Infae. Knowest thou what other gifts haue past betweene
    them?
    1130Orl. Little S. Patricke knowes all.
    Infae. Him Ile examine presently.
    Orl. Not whilest I am here, sweet Madam.
    Infae. Be gon then, & what lyes in me command. Exit Orl.

    Enter Bryan.
    1135Infae. Come hither sirra, how much cost those Satins, and
    cloth of Siluer, which my husband sent by you to a low
    Gentlewoman yonder?
    Bry. Faat Sattins? faat Siluers, faat low Gentlefolkes?
    dow pratest dow knowest not what, yfaat la.
    1140Infae. She there, to whom you carried letters.
    Bry. By dis hand and bod dow saist true, if I did so, oh
    how? I know not a letter a de Booke yfaat la.
    Infae. Did your Lord neuer send you with a Ring, sir, set
    with a Diamond?
    1145Bry. Neuer, sa crees sa me, neuer; he may runne at a tow-
    sand rings yfaat, and I neuer hold his stirrop, till he leape in-
    to de saddle. By S. Patricke, Madam, I neuer touch my Lords
    Diamond, nor euer had to doe, yfaat la, with any of his pre-
    cious stones.
    Enter