Whore. A plain whore,
If you please to imploy me.
Duke. And an impudent—
Whore. Plain dealing now is impudence.
One, if you will Sir, can shew ye as much sport
In one half hour, and with as much variety,
As a far wiser woman can in half a year:
For there my way lies.
Duke. Is she not drunk too?
Whore. A little guilded o're Sir,
Old sack, old sack boys.
Petr. This is saliant.
John. A brave bold quean.
Duke. Is this your certainty?
Do ye know the man ye wrong thus, Gentlemen?
Is this the woman meant?
Fred. No.
Duke. That your Land-lady?