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- Edition: The Honest Whore, Part 2
The Honest Whore, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1630)
- 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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C 2 Enter
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602Enter Bellafront and Matheo.
604art aliue agen? O welcome, welcome.
606faith, my winding sheete was taken out of Lauender, to be
608yet if I had had it, I should ha made a wry mou h at the
610I will talke with thee soone.
611Bel. And glad am I th'art here.
613plumpe rogue, Ile beare vp for all this, and flye hye. Catzo
614Catzo.
615Bel. Matheo?
617on these Grates and gingling of Keyes, and rattling of Iron,
620And in it view the wrinkles, and the scarres,
621By which thou wert disfigured, viewing them, mend them.
623roaring boyes.
625Mat. Yes faith doe I.
629lookes now. Oh when shall I bizle, bizle?
631not haue thee swagger.
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638Has almost lodg'd vs in the beggers Inne.
646Blacknesse in Mores is no deformity.
648hope my soule, I will turne ouer a new leafe, the prison I 649confesse has bit me, the best man that sayles in such a Ship, 650may be lowsy.
651Bel. One knockes at doore.
654Bel. How wilde is his behauiour! oh, I feare
657Fortunes spred, he loued me: being now poore,
658Ile beg for him, and no wife can doe more.
659Enter Matheo, and Orlando like a Seruingman.
661Orl. Is your name Signior Matheo?
662Mat. My name is Signior Matheo.
666your loues: the Mothers owne face, I ha not forgot that, I'm
668that I cannot hold my water. Gentlewoman, the last man I
669serued was your Father.
671Speakes Musicke to me: welcome good old man.
672How does my father? liues he? has he health?
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674So much doe wound him, that I scarce dare name him.
680Math. What is't my little white pate?
683a man may say----
686then lie in her Cradle; 'Tis not so with me. Letchery loues
687to dwell in the fairest lodging, and Couetousnesse in the 688oldest buildings, that are ready to fall: but my white head,
691world to serue him the voyage out of his life, and to bring
692him East-home; Ill pitty but all his daies should be fasting 693daies: I care not so much for wages, for I haue scraped a
694handfull of gold together; I haue a little money, sir, which
696make it more.
699Orl. About twenty pound, Sir.
701after ten per centum, per annum.
703gender: fye vpon this siluer Lechery, fye; if I may haue
704meat to my mouth, and rags to my backe, and a flock-bed
705to snort vpon, when I die, the longer liuer take all.
707eat as I eat, drinke as I drinke, lye as I lye, and ride as I ride.
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711Bel. Alas, Matheo, wilt thou load a backe
712That is already broke?
713Mat. Peace, pox on you, peace, there's a tricke in't, I
718safe.
722but Ile venture twenty pounds on's head.
724law, Signior Orlando Friscabaldo, that mad man once?
728dy, a Churle, and as damnd a cut-throat.
729Bel. Thou villaine, curb thy tongue, thou art a Iudas,
732Bel. Gentleman.
733Mat. And an old knaue, there's more deceit in him then
738Mat. A Iayle, a Iayle.
740Mat. A Dog.
744Art not ashamed to let this vild Dog barke,
745And bite my Father thus? Ile not indure it;
Mat.
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748rogues throat, for all you take his part thus.
750Enter Hipollito.
752I'm proud of this, my Lord.
754Is that your wife?
756Hip. Ile borrow her lip.
757Mat. With all my heart, my Lord.
759Mat. My Lord Hipollito: what's thy name?
760Orl. Pacheco.
762company with no Scondrels, nor base fellowes.
763Hip. Came not my Footman to you?
764Bel. Yes my Lord.
766Did you receiue them?
767Bel. Yes my Lord, I did.
768Hip. Read you the letter?
769Bel. O're and o're 'tis read.
772You see, my Husbands here.
773Hip. Ile now then leaue you,
774And choose mine houre; but ere I part away,
775Harke, you remember I must haue no nay.
776Matheo, I will leaue you.
779Y'are come off well then?
782of yours.
Hip.
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784I know, the prison is a gulfe, if money runne low with you,
785my purse is yours: call for it.
795Mat. The onely royall fellow, he's bounteous as the Indies,
797Bel. Nothing.
798Mat. I prethee good Girle?
799Bel. Why I tell you nothing.
802cap in my hand, and vaile bonnet, when I ha spred as lofty
804checo, brush my cloake.
809This varlot's able to make Lucrece common.
811colour?
812Bel. Fellow, be gone I pray thee; if thy tongue itch after
814for him.
815Orl. Zownes, I hope he will not play vpon me?
817Because you are rouing arrowes of one feather.
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822Is food for health; but thy blacke tongue doth swell
823With venome, to hurt him that gaue thee bread,
829vpon a Saturday 'ith afternoone.
831Hot vengeance through the marble cloudes is driuen,
839but it's well knowne, I loue your father as my selfe; Ile ride
840for him at mid-night, runne for you by Owle-light; Ile dye
843Bel. I am not made of marble: I forgiue thee.
845cutter might cut you: I hope the twenty pound I deliuered
849I loue him well, Mistris: yet as well as I loue him, Ile not
850play the knaue with you; looke you, I could cheat you of
852to cunny-catch: yet I ha beene Dog at a Cony in my time.
855eare, and charged me to giue it you.
856Bel. The Lord Hipollito?
Orl.
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857Orla. Yes, if he be a Lord, he gaue it me.
858Bel. 'Tis all gold.
860and therefore bestowes his almes brauely, like a Lord.
862Here's baite to choake a Nun, and turne her whore.
863Wilt thou be honest to me?
865uer deceiued you.
867And tell him this, the Towne has held out long,
871He shall beleeue thee by this token, or this; if not, by this.
872Orla. Is this all?
873Bel. This is all.
876Orl. A Starre? nay, thou art more then the moone, for
878thy circle with a bush of thornes. Is't possible the Lord 879Hipollito, whose face is as ciuill as the outside of a Dedicato-
880ry Booke, should be a Muttonmunger? A poore man has
881but one Ewe, and this Grandy Sheepe-biter leaues whole
882Flockes of fat Weathers (whom he may knocke downe)
883to deuoure this. Ile trust neither Lord nor Butcher with
885the yeere, though euery man cannot heare him, but Ile
886spoyle his notes; can neither Loue-letters, nor the Deuils
887common Pick-lockes (Gold) nor Precious Stones make my
888Girle draw vp her Percullis: hold out still, wench.
889All are not Bawds (I see now) that keepe doores,
890Nor all good wenches that are markt for Whores. Exit.