Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . THE HOUSES! WHOT^E. Fart the First- ACT THE FIRST. SCENE \.—A Street in Milan. Enter at one side a Funeral {a coronet lying on the hearse,scutcheon and garlands hanging on the sides), attendedby Gasparo Trebazzi, Duke of Milan, Castruchio,SiNEZi, Pioratto, Fluello, afid others. At theother side enter Hippolito, and Matheo labouringto hold him back. ^UKE. Behold, yon comet shows hishead again !Twice hath he thus at cross-turns thrown on usProdigious looks : twice hath he troubledThe waters of our eyes. See, hesturned wild :—Go on, in Gods name. C
Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . THE HOUSES! WHOT^E. Fart the First- ACT THE FIRST. SCENE \.—A Street in Milan. Enter at one side a Funeral {a coronet lying on the hearse,scutcheon and garlands hanging on the sides), attendedby Gasparo Trebazzi, Duke of Milan, Castruchio,SiNEZi, Pioratto, Fluello, afid others. At theother side enter Hippolito, and Matheo labouringto hold him back. ^UKE. Behold, yon comet shows hishead again !Twice hath he thus at cross-turns thrown on usProdigious looks : twice hath he troubledThe waters of our eyes. See, hesturned wild :—Go on, in Gods name. Cas., Sin. On afore there, ho ! Duke. Kinsmen and friends, take from your manly sides. Portentous, 94 THE HONEST WHORE. [act 1. Your weapons to keep back the desperate boyFrom doing violence to the innocent dead. Hip. I prithee, dear Matheo Matheo. Come youre mad ! Hip. I do arrest thee, murderer ! Set , set down that sorrow, tis all mine. Duke. I do beseech you all, for my bloods sakeSend hence your milder spirits, and let wrathJoin in confederacy with your weapons points ;If he proceed to vex us, let your swordsSeek out his bowels : funeral grief loathes words. Cfli., Siti. Set on. Hip. Set down the body ! Mat. O my lord !Youre wrong ! ith open street ? you see shes dead. Hip. I know she is not dead, Duke. Frantic young man,Wilt thou believe these gentlemen ?—Pray speak—Thou dost abuse my child, and mockst the tearsThat here are shed for her : if to beholdThose roses withered, that set out her cheeks:That pair of stars that gave her body light,Darkened and dim for ever; all those riversThat fed her veins with warm and crimson streamsFrozen and dried u
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