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The Honest Whore
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The two plays included in this volume follow the lives of a princess and a whore. Although set in Italy, this passionate tale of paternal disapproval and sexual deceit savors more of the underworld of Jacobean London with its asylums and prisons, gambling and prostitution.
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THE FIRST PART OF THE HONEST WHORE
SCENE 1
Enter at one door a funeral, a coronet lying on the hearse, scutcheons and garlands hanging on the sides, attended by Gasparo Trebatzi, DUKE of Milan, CASTRUCHIO, SINEZI; PIORATTO, FLUELLO, and others at another door
Enter HIPPOLYTO in discontented appearance, MATHEO a gentleman (his friend) labouring to hold him back
Duke | Behold, yon comet shows his head again. Twice hath he thus at cross-turns thrown on us Prodigious looks. Twice hath he troubled The waters of our eyes. See, heâs turnâd wild! Go on in Godâs name. |
All | On afore there, ho! |
Duke | Kinsmen and friends, take from your manly sides Your weapons, to keep back the desperate boy From doing violence to the innocent dead. |
Hippolyto | I prithee, dear Matheo â |
Matheo | Come, youâre mad! |
Hippolyto | I do arrest thee, murderer! Set down, Villains, set down that sorrow: âtis all mine. |
Duke | I do beseech you all, for my bloodâs sake, Send hence your milder spirits and let wrath Join in confederacy with your weaponsâ points. If he proceed to vex us, let your swords Seek out his bowels. Funeral grief loathes words. |
All | Set on. |
Hippolyto | Set down the body! |
Matheo | Oh, my lord! Youâre wrong. Iâthâ open street? You see sheâs dead. |
Hippolyto | I know she is not dead. |
Duke | Frantic young man, Wilt thou believe these gentlemen? Pray, speak. Thou dost abuse my child, and mockâst the tears That here are shed for her. If to behold Those roses witherâd that set out her cheeks; That pair of stars that gave her body light, Darkenâd and dim for ever; all those rivers That fed her veins with warm and crimson streams, Frozen and dried up; if these be signs of death, Then is she dead. Thou unreligious youth, Art not ashamâd to empty all these eyes Of funeral tears (a debt due to the dead, As mirth is to the living)? Shamâst thou not To have them stare on thee? Hark, thou art cursâd Even to thy face, by those that scarce can speak. |
Hippolyto | My lord â |
Duke | What wouldst thou have? Is she not dead? |
Hippolyto | Oh, you haâ killâd her by your cruelty. |
Duke | Admit I had, thou killâst her now again And art more savage than a barbarous Moor. |
Hippolyto | Let me but kiss her pale and bloodless lip! |
Duke | Oh, fie, fie, fie! |
Hippolyto | Or if not touch her, let me look on her. |
Matheo | As you regard your honour â |
Hippolyto | Honour? Smoke! |
Matheo | Or if you lovâd her living, spare her now. |
Duke | Ay, well done, sir, you play the gentleman. â Steal hence â âtis nobly done â away. â Iâll join My force to yours to stop this violent torment. â Pass on. |
Exeunt [all but DUKE, HIPPOLYTO and MATHEO] with funeral
Hippolyto | Matheo, thou dost wound me more. |
Matheo | I give you physic, noble friend, not wounds. |
Duke | Oh, well said, well done, a true gentleman! Alack, I know the sea of loversâ rage Comes rushing with so strong a tide, it beats And bears down all respects of life, of honour, Of friends, of foes. Forget her, gallant youth. |
Matheo | Forget her? |
Duke | Nay, nay, be but patient. For why, Deathâs hand hath sued a strict divorce âTwixt her and thee. Whatâs beauty but a corse? What but fair sand-dust are earthâs purest forms? Queensâ bodies are but trunks to put in worms. |
Matheo | Speak no more sentences, my good lord, but slip hence. You see they are but fits. Iâll rule him, I warrant ye. Ay, so, tread gingerly, your grace is here somewhat too long already. [Exit DUKE] [Aside] âSblood! The jest were now, if having taâen some knocks oâthâ pate already, he should get loose again, and, like a mad ox, t... |
Table of contents
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- Preface
- A Note from the Director
- The Honest Whore
- Editorâs Introduction
- Dramatis Personae
- Part 1
- Part 2
- Glossary
- Synopsis
- Textual Notes