Lyg.
Are you in private still, or how?
Spa.
What do you mean?
Lyg.
Do you take mony? are you come to sell sin yet? perhaps I can help you to liberal Clients: or has not the King cast you off yet? O thou vile creature, whose best commendation is, that thou art a young whore, I would thy Mother had liv'd to see this, or rather that I had died ere I had seen it; why didst not make me acquainted when thou wert first resolv'd to be a whore, I would have seen thy hot lust satisfied more privately: I would have kept a dancer and a whole consort of musicians in my own house only to fiddle thee.
Spa.
Sir, I was never whore.
Lyg.
If thou couldst not say so much for thy self, thou shouldst be carted.