Jul. Say I were guilty, Sir;
I would be hang'd before I would confess;
Is this a World to confess in?
Cur. Deal directly.
Jul. Yes, if my matter lye direct before me;
But when I am forc'd, and ferretted.
Alph. Tell me the truth,
And as I live, I'll give thee a new Petticoat.
Jul. And you would give me ten, I would not tell ye,
Truths bear a greater price than you are aware of.
Seb. Deal modestly.
Jul. I do not pluck my Cloaths up.
Al. What say you, Sirrah? you? or you? are ye dumb all?
Port. I saw her last night, and't shall like your Worship,
When I serv'd in her Livery.
Alph. What's that, Sirrah?