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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. Right, my Noble Knight: those Pedlers were two
    Knaues of mine; he fleec'd the men before, and now he pur-
    poses to flea the Master. He will rob me, his teeth water to
    2065be nibbling at my gold, but this shal hang him by'th gills, till
    I pull him on shore.
    Duke. Away: ply you the businesse.
    Orl. Thankes to your Grace: but my good Lord, for my
    Daughter.
    2070Duke. You know what I haue said.
    Orl. And remember what I haue sworne: She's more ho-
    nest, on my soule, then one of the Turkes Wenches, watcht
    by a hundred Eunuches.
    Lod. So she had need, for the Turkes make them whores.
    2075Orl. He's a Turke that makes any woman a Whore, hee's
    no true Christian I'm sure. I commit your Grace.
    Duke. Infaelice.
    Infae. Here, sir.
    Lod. Signior Friscabaldo.
    2080Orl. Frisking agen, Pacheco?
    Lod. Vds so, Pacheco? wee'll haue some sport with this
    Warrant: 'tis to apprehend all suspected persons in the
    house: Besides, there's one Bots a Pander, and one Madam
    Horsleach a Bawde, that haue abus'd my friend, those two
    2085Coneyes will we ferret into the pursenet.
    Orl. Let me alone for dabbing them o'th necke: come,
    come.
    Lod. Doe ye heare, Gallants? meet me anon at Matheos.
    Omnes. Enough. Exeunt Lodouico & Orlando.
    2090Duke. Th' old Fellow sings that note thou didst before,
    Onely his tunes are, that she is no Whore,
    But that she sent his Letters and his gifts,
    Out of a Noble Triumph o're his Lust,
    To shew she trampled his Assaults in dust.
    2095Infae. 'Tis a good honest seruant, that old man.
    Duke. I doubt no lesse.
    Infae. And it may be my husband,
    Because when once this woman was vnmaskt,
    He