Dor. Let's have no pitty, for if you do, here's that shall cut your whistle.
Viol. Alas, what would you have? I am as miserable as you can make me any way.
Dor. That shall be try'd.
Vio. Here, take my Gown, if that will do you pleasure.
Tink. Yes marry will it, look in the Pockets Doll, there may be birds.
Dor. They are flown, a pox go with them, I'll have this Hat, and this Ruffe too, I like it, now will I flourish like a Lady, brave, I faith boy.
Vio. Y'are so gentle people to my seeming,
That by my truth I could live with you.
Tin. Could you so? a pretty young round wench, well bloudded, I am for her, Theeves.
Dor. But by this I am not, coole your Codpiece, Rogue, or I'll clap a spell upon't, shall take your edge off with a very vengeance.
Tin. Peace, horse-flesh, peace, I'll cast off my Amazon, she has walk'd too long, and is indeed notorious, shee'll fight and scould, and drink like one of the worthies.