Whit. Away, be not sheen in my company, here be shentlemen, and men of vorship.
[Exeunt Haggise and Bristle.
Enter QUARLOUS and WINWIFE.
Quar. We had wonderful ill luck, to miss this prologue o’ the purse: but the best is, we shall have five acts of him ere night: he’ll be spectacle enough, I’ll answer for’t.
Whit. O creesh, duke Quarlous, how dosht tou? tou dosht not know me, I fear: I am te vishesht man, but justish Overdo, in all Bartholomew Fair now. Give me twelve-pence from tee, I vill help tee to a vife vorth forty marks for’t, and’t be.
Quar. Away, rogue; pimp, away.
Whit. And she shall shew tee as fine cut orke for’t in her shmock too as tou cansht vish i’faith; vilt tou have her, vorshipful Vinvife? I vill help tee to her here, be an’t be, into pig-quarter, gi’ me ty twelve-pence from tee.
Winw. Why, there’s twelve-pence, pray thee wilt thou begone?
Whit. Tou art a vorthy man, and a vorshipful man still.
Quar. Get you gone, rascal.