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  • Title: The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
  • Editors: Frances E. Dolan, Anna Pruitt

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    Author: Thomas Dekker
    Editors: Frances E. Dolan, Anna Pruitt
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    The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)

    The Whore of Babylon.
    Graues where their honors shall lie buried,
    They pray to haue their virgins wait on you,
    That you would be their mother, and their nurse,
    Their Guardian and their Gouernour; when Princes
    955Haue their liues giuen 'em, fine and golden threds
    Are drawne and spun (for them) by the good fates,
    That they may lift vp others in low states.
    Tit. Els let our selfe decline; giue them our presence:
    In mysery all nations should be kin,
    960And lend a brothers hand, vsher them in.
    Stood here my foes (distrest) thus would I grieue them,
    Not how they ha bin, but how I might relieue them.
    Path. Your good deeds (matchlesse Fayrie) like the Sun,
    965(Rising but onely in this poynt of heauen,
    Spred through the world, So that a Prince (made wretched,
    By his vnhappy father, that lies slaine
    By barbarous swords, and in his goary wounds,
    Drownes all the hopes of his posteritie)
    970Hether, is like an orphan come (from farre)
    To get reliefe and remedie gainst those,
    That would defeat him of his portion.
    Tita. Pittie and we had talke before you came,
    She hath not taken yet her hand from ours,
    975Nor shall shee part, vntill those higher powers
    Behold that Prince: good workes are theirs, not ou'rs;
    Goe: bid him trust his misery in our hands,
    Great trees I see do fall, when the shrub stands.

    Fideli Florimell the states of the countries,
    Parthenophill Elfyron, the Prince of
    To the States.
    Auxilio tutos dimittam, opibusque Iuuabo.
    Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.

    The third King to the King of Portugall.
    3. King. Stands my beard right? the gowne I must looke graue,
    White haires like siluer cloudes a priuiledge haue,