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  • Title: The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
  • Editors: Frances E. Dolan, Anna Pruitt

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    Author: Thomas Dekker
    Editors: Frances E. Dolan, Anna Pruitt
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    The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)

    The Whore of Babylon.
    Plain. Whats that horse-courser with the bridle?
    Time. A slaue, that since he dares not touch her head,
    Would worke vpon her hand:--- laugh and conspire;
    1845The higher villaines climbe, they fall the higher.
    Plain. Stay father, now the Armie comes forward: shee takes
    downe the flagge, belike their play is done; what will shee beare
    the collours? thou ha st collour enough in thy face already, thou
    need st no more: did ye euer see a more low sie band? there's but
    1850two rapiers in the whole regiment: now they mu ster, now they
    double their files: marke how their hands juggle, and lay about;
    this is the maine battell: O well flori sht Ancient! the day is
    their's; see, now they soūd retrait: whither march they now? Exeūt
    Tim. To death; their falles, thus Time and Truth proclaime,
    1855They shall like leaues drop from the Tree of shame.
    Lets follow them.
    Plain. To the gallowes? not I; what doe we know, but this
    freckled face queane, may be a witch.
    Time. Shee is so; shee's that damned sorcere s s e,
    1860That keepes the inchanted towers of Babylon.
    This is the Truth, that did bewitch thee once.
    Plain. Is this speckled toade shee? Shee was then in mine eye,
    The goodlie st woman that euer wore fore part of Sattin:
    To see what these female creatures are, when they deale with 2.
    1865or 3. Nations; how quickly they were carbuneles & rich stones?
    now shee is more vgly then a bawd.
    Yruth. Shee look'd so then; fairenes it selfe doth cloth her
    In mens eyes, till they see me, and then they loath her.
    Time. Loose no more minutes, come, lets follow them.
    1870 Plain. With hue and crie, now I know her: this villanous drab is
    bawd, now I remember, to the Whore of Babylon; and weele ne-
    uer leaue her, till shee be carted: her face is full of those red pim-
    ples with drinking Aquauite, the common drinke of all bawdes:
    come. Exeunt.
    1875 Titania, Elfiron, Florimel, a gentleman standing aloofe,
    and Ropus.
    Titan. What comes this paper for? Fid. Your hand.
    Titan. The cause?
    Fidel. The Moone that from your beames did borrow light,
    1880Hath from her siluer bow shot pitchy clowds