The Honest Whore
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The Honest Whore

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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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Publisher
Routledge
Year
2018
ISBN
9781135862619
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, he’s turn’d wild! Go on in God’s 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 –
Matheo
Come, you’re mad!
Hippolyto
I do arrest thee, murderer! Set down, Villains, set down that sorrow: ’tis all mine.
Duke
I do beseech you all, for my blood’s sake, Send hence your milder spirits and let wrath Join in confederacy with your weapons’ 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! You’re wrong. I’th’ open street? You see she’s 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 mock’st the tears That here are shed for her. If to behold Those roses wither’d that set out her cheeks; That pair of stars that gave her body light, Darken’d 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 asham’d to empty all these eyes Of funeral tears (a debt due to the dead, As mirth is to the living)? Sham’st thou not To have them stare on thee? Hark, thou art curs’d Even to thy face, by those that scarce can speak.
Hippolyto
My lord –
Duke
What wouldst thou have? Is she not dead?
Hippolyto
Oh, you ha’ kill’d her by your cruelty.
Duke
Admit I had, thou kill’st 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 –
Hippolyto
Honour? Smoke!
Matheo
Or if you lov’d her living, spare her now.
Duke
Ay, well done, sir, you play the gentleman. – Steal hence – ’tis nobly done – away. – I’ll join My force to yours to stop this violent torment. – 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 lovers’ 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, Death’s hand hath sued a strict divorce ’Twixt her and thee. What’s beauty but a corse? What but fair sand-dust are earth’s purest forms? Queens’ 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. I’ll rule him, I warrant ye. Ay, so, tread gingerly, your grace is here somewhat too long already.
[Exit DUKE]
[Aside] ‘Sblood! The jest were now, if having ta’en some knocks o’th’ pate already, he should get loose again, and, like a mad ox, t...

Table of contents

  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. Preface
  6. A Note from the Director
  7. The Honest Whore
  8. Editor’s Introduction
  9. Dramatis Personae
  10. Part 1
  11. Part 2
  12. Glossary
  13. Synopsis
  14. Textual Notes