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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20065	The second part of The honest whore with the humours of the patient man, the impatient wife: the honest whore, perswaded by strong arguments to turne curtizan againe: her braue refuting those arguments. And lastly, the comicall passages of an Italian bridewell, where the scæne ends. Written by Thomas Dekker.; Honest whore. Part 2	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1630 (1630)	STC 6506; ESTC S109537	50,947	88

was he whom he killed Oh his name 's here old lacomo sonne to the Florentine lacomo a dog that to meet profit would to the very eyelids wade in blood of his owne children Tell Mathaeo the Duke my father hardly shall deny his signed pardon 't was faire fight yes if rumors tongue goe true so writes he here To morrow morning I returne from Court Pray be you here then I le haue done sir straight But in troth say are you Mathaeos wife You haue forgot me Bel. No my Lord Hip. Your Turner That made you smooth to run an euen byas You know I loued you when your very soule Was full of discord art not a good wench still Bel. Vmph whē I had lost my way to heauen you shewed it I was new borne that day Enter Lodouico Lod. S'foot my Lord your Lady askes if you haue not left your Wench yet When you get in once you neuer haue done come come come pay your old score and send her packing come Hip. Ride softly on before I le oretake you Lod. Your Lady sweares she 'll haue no riding on before without ye Hip. Prethee good Lodonico Lod. My Lord pray hasten Hip. I come to morrow let me see you fare you well commend me to Mathaeo pray one word more Does not your father liue about the Court Bel. I thinke he does but such rude spots of shame Stick on my cheeke that he scarce knowes my name Hip. Orlando Friscabaldo Is 't not Bel. Yes my Lord Hip. What does he for you Bel. All he should when Children From duty start Parents from loue may swarue He nothing does for nothing I deserue Hip. Shall I ioyne him vnto you and restore you to wonted grace Bel. It is impossible Exit Bellaf Hip. It shall be put to tryall fare you well The face I would not looke on I sure then 't was rare When in despight of griefe 't is still thus faire Now sir your businesse with me Ant. I am bold to expresse my loue and duty to your Lordship in these few leaues Hip. A Booke Ant. Yes my good Lord Hip. Are you a Scholler Ant. Yes my Lord a poore one Hip. Sir you honor me Kings may be Schollers Patrons but faith tell me To how many hands besides hath this bird flowne How many partners share with me An. Not one in troth not one your name I held more deare I 'm not my Lord of that low Character Hip. Your name I pray Ant. Antonio Georgio Hip. Of Millan Ant. Yes my Lord Hip. I le borrow leaue To read you o're and then we 'll talke till then Drinke vp this gold good wits should loue good wine This of your loues the earnest that of mine How now sir where 's your Lady not gone yet Enter Bryan Bryan I fart di Lady is runne away from dee a mighty deale of ground she sent me backe for dine owne sweet face I pray dee come my Lord away wut tow goe now Hip. Is the Coach gone Saddle my Horse the sorrell Bryan A pox a de Horses nose he is a lowsy rascally fellow when I came to gird his belly his scuruy guts rumbled di Horse farted in my face and dow knowest an Irishman cannot abide a fart but I haue saddled de Hobby-horse di fine Hobby is ready I pray dee my good sweet Lord wit tow goe now and I will-runne to de Deuill before dee Hip. Well sir I pray le ts see you Master Scholler Bry. Come I pray dee wut come sweet face Goe Exeunt Enter Lodouico Carolo Astolpho Bercaldo Lod. Gods so Gentlemen what doe we forget Omnes What Lod. Are not we all enioyned as this day Thursday is 't not I as that day to be at the Linnen-drapers house at dinner Car. Signior Candido the patient man Asto. Afore Ioue true vpon this day hee 's married Berc. I wonder that being so stung with a Waspe before he dares venture againe to come about the eaues amongst Bees Lod. Oh 't is rare sucking a sweet Hony-combe pray Heauen his old wife be buried deepe enough that she rise not vp to call for her daunce the poore Fidlers Instruments would cracke for it shee 'd tickle them at any hand le ts try what mettle is in his new Bride if there be none we 'll put in some troth it 's a very noble Citizen I pitty he should marry againe I le walke along for it is a good old fellow Caro. I warrant the Wiues of Millan would giue any fellow twenty thousand Duckets that could but haue the face to beg of the Duke that all the Citizens in Millan might be bound to the peace of patience as the Linnen-draper is Lod. Oh fy vpon 't 't would vndoe all vs that are Courtiers we should haue no whoe with the wenches then Enter Hipollito Omnes My Lord 's come Hip. How now what newes Omnes None Lod. Your Lady is with the Duke her Father Hip. And we 'll to them both presently whoe 's that Enter Orlando Friscobaldo Omnes Signior Friscabaldo Hip. Friscabaldo oh pray call him and leaue me wee two haue businesse Car. Ho Signior Signior Friscabaldo The Lord Hipollito Exeunt Orla. My Noble Lord my Lord Hipollito the Dukes Sonne his braue Daughters braue Husband how does your honord Lordship does your Nobility remember so poore a Gentleman as Signior Orlando Friscabaldo old mad Orlando Hip. Oh sir our friēds they ought to be vnto vs as our Iewels as dearely valued being locked vp vnseene as when we weare them in our hands I see Friscabaldo age hath not command of your blood for all Times sickle has gone ouer you you are Orlando still Orl Why my Lord are not the fields mowen and cut downe and stript bare and yet weare they not pide coates againe tho my head be like a Leeke white may not my heart be like the blade greene Hip. Scarce can I read the Stories on your brow Which age hath writ there you looke youthfull still Orla. I eate Snakes my Lord I eate Snakes My heart shall neuer haue a wrinkle in it so long as I can cry Hem with a cleare voice Hip. You are the happier man sir Orla. Happy man I le giue you my Lord the true picture of a happy man I was turning leaues ouer this morning and found it an excellent Italian Painter drew it If I haue it in the right colours I le bestow it on your Lordship Hip. I stay for it Orla. He that makes gold his wife but not his whore He that at noone-day walkes by a prison doore He that 'i th Sunne is neither beame nor moate He that 's not mad after a Petticoate He for whom poore mens curses dig no graue He that is neither Lords nor Lawyers slaue He that makes This his Sea and That his Shore He that in 's Coffin is richer then before He that counts Youth his Sword and Age his Staffe He whose right hand carues his owne Epitaph He that vpon