Urs. How now, rascal! what roar you for, old pimp?
Whit. Here, put up de clokes, Ursh; de purchase. Pre de now, shweet Ursh, help dis good brave voman to a jordan, an’t be.
Urs. ’Slid call your captain Jordan to her, can you not?
Whit. Nay, pre de leave dy consheits, and bring the velvet woman to de—
Urs. I bring her! hang her: heart, must I find a common pot for every punk in your purlieus?
Whit. O good voordsh, Ursh, it ish a guest o’ velvet, i’fait la.
Urs. Let her sell her hood, and buy a spunge, with a pox to her! my vessel is employed, sir. I have but one, and ’tis the bottom of an old bottle. An honest proctor and his wife are at it within; if she’ll stay her time, so.
[Exit.
Whit. As soon as tou cansht, shweet Ursh. Of a valiant man I tink I am te patientsh man i’ the world, or in all Smithfield.
Re-enter KNOCKEM.