Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . er Roger zvith a stool, cushion, looking-glass andchafing-dish : these being set doivn, he pulls out of hispocket a phial with white colour in it, and twoboxes, one with ivhite, another with 7ed paint; heplaces all things in order, and a candle by them,singing the ends of old ballads as he does it. At lastBellafront, as he rubs his cheek with the colours,whistles within. OG. Anon, forsooth. Bell. [ JFithin.] What are you play-ing the rogue about ? J?og. About you, forsooth; Imdrawing up a hole in your whitesilk stocking. Bell. Is my glass there?
Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . er Roger zvith a stool, cushion, looking-glass andchafing-dish : these being set doivn, he pulls out of hispocket a phial with white colour in it, and twoboxes, one with ivhite, another with 7ed paint; heplaces all things in order, and a candle by them,singing the ends of old ballads as he does it. At lastBellafront, as he rubs his cheek with the colours,whistles within. OG. Anon, forsooth. Bell. [ JFithin.] What are you play-ing the rogue about ? J?og. About you, forsooth; Imdrawing up a hole in your whitesilk stocking. Bell. Is my glass there? and myboxes of complexion ? Bog. Yes, forsooth : your boxes of complexion arehere, I think: yes, tis here: heres your two complexions,and if I had all the four complexions, I should neer seta good face upont. Some men I see, are born, underhard-favoured planets as well as women. Zounds, I lookworse now than I did before ! and it makes her faceglister most damnably. Theres knavery in daubing, Ihold my life ; or else this is only female ti8 THE HONEST WHORE. [act ii. Enter Bellafront not full ready • ^ she sits down ; curlsher hair luitli her bodkin ; and colours her lips. Bell. Wheres my ruff and poker,- you blockhead ? Rog. Your ruff, your poker, are engendering togetherupon the cupboard of the court, or the court cupboard.* Bell. Fetch em : is the pox in your hams, you can gono faster ? [^Strikes him. Bog. Would the pox were in your fingers, unless youcould leave flinging ! catch— [Exit. Bell. Ill catch you, you dog, by and by : do yougrumble ? [Sings. Cupid is a God, as naked as my nail,Ill whip him with a rod, if he my true love fail. Re-enter Roger with mff and poker. Rog. Theres your ruff, shall I poke it ? Bell. Yes, honest Roger—no, stay ; prithee, good boy,hold here. [Si?igs.^ [Roger holds the glass and candle.^Down, down, down, down, I fall down and arise,—down—I never shall arise. Rog. Troth mistress, then leave the trade if you shall Bell. What t
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