Pup. Damon. You lie again.
Leath. Do I lie again?
Pup. Damon. Like a rogue again.
Leath. Like a rogue again?
Pup. Pythias. And you are a pimp again.
Cokes. And you are a pimp again, he says.
Pup. Damon. And a scab again.
Cokes. And a scab again, he says.
Leath. And I say again, you are both whore-masters, again.
And you have both but one drab again.