Pup. Pythias. Yea, so say I too.
Pup. Hero. Kiss the whore o’ the arse.
Leath. Now you have something to do:
You must kiss her o’ the arse, she says.
Pup. Damon and Pythias. So we will, so we will.
[They kick her.
Pup. Hero. O my haunches, O my haunches, hold, hold.
Leath. Stand’st thou still!
Leander, where, art thou? stand’st thou still like a sot,
And not offer’st to break both their heads with a pot?