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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.
    1150Enter Hipollito.
    Infae. Are you so close, you Bawd, you pandring slaue?
    Hip. How now? why Infaelice? what's your quarrell?
    Infae. Out of my sight, base varlet, get thee gone.
    Hip. Away you rogue.
    1155Bry. Slawne loot, fare de well, fare de well. Ah marragh
    frofat boddah breen. Exit.
    Hip. What, growne a fighter? prethee what's the matter?
    Infae. If you'll needs know, it was about the clocke: how
    workes the day, my Lord, (pray) by your watch?
    1160Hip. Lest you cuffe me, Ile tell you presently: I am
    neere two.
    Infae. How, two? I am scarce at one.
    Hip. One of vs then goes false.
    Infae. Then sure 'tis you,
    1165Mine goes by heauens Diall, (the Sunne) and it goes true.
    Hip. I thinke (indeed) mine runnes somewhat too fast.
    Infae. Set it to mine (at one) then.
    Hip. One? 'tis past:
    'Tis past one by the Sunne.
    1170Infae. Faith then belike,
    Neither your clocke nor mine does truely strike,
    And since it is vncertaine which goes true,
    Better be false at one, then false at two.
    Hip. Y'are very pleasant, Madam.
    1175Infae. Yet not merry.
    Hip. Why Infaelice, what should make you sad?
    Infae. Nothing my Lord, but my false watch, pray tell me,
    You see, my clocke, or yours is out of frame,
    Must we vpon the Workeman lay the blame,
    1180Or on your selues that keepe them?
    Hip. Faith on both.
    He may by knauery spoile them, we by sloth,
    But why talke you all riddle thus? I read
    Strange Comments in those margines of your lookes:
    1185Your cheekes of late are (like bad printed Bookes)
    So dimly charactred, I scarce can spell,
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