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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.
    Car. 'Twere a Morris dance worth the seeing.
    Ast. But the old Fox is so crafty, we shall hardly hunt out
    2210of his den.
    Mat. To that traine I ha giuen fire already; and the hook
    to draw him hither, is to see certaine pieces of Lawne,
    which I told him I haue to sell, and indeed haue such: fetch
    them downe, Pacheco.
    2215Orl. Yes, sir, I'm your Water-spanniell, and will fetch any
    thing: but Ile fetch one dish of meat anon, shall turne your stomacke, and that's a Constable. Exit.

    Enter Bots vshering Mistris Horsleach.
    Omnes. How now? how now?
    2220Car. What Gally-foist is this?
    Lod. Peace, two dishes of stew'd prunes, a Bawde and a
    Pander. My worthy Lieutenant Bots; why, now I see th'art
    a man of thy word, welcome; welcome Mistris Horsleach:
    Pray Gentlemen, salute this reuerend Matron.
    2225Hors. Thankes to all your Worships.
    Lod. I bade a Drawer send in wine too: did none come
    along with thee (Grannam) but the Lieutenant?
    Hors. None came along with me but Bots, if it like your
    Worship.
    2230Bots. Who the pox should come along with you but Bots?

    Enter two Uintners.
    Omnes. Oh braue! march faire.
    Lod. Are you come? that's well.
    Mat. Here's Ordnance able to sacke a Citty.
    2235Lod. Come, repeat, read this Inuentory.
    1. Uint. Imprimis, a pottle of Greeke wine, a pottle of
    Peter sa meene, a pottle of Charnico, and a pottle of Zi-
    attica.
    Lod. Y'are paid?
    22402. Uint. Yes Sir. Exeunt Vintners.
    Mat. So shall some of vs be anon, I feare.
    Bots. Here's a hot day towards: but zounds, this is the
    life