Clow. Both wayes on my reputation.
Host. So 'tis to be understood:
But they say, Ladies there take Physick for fashion.
Clow. Yes Sir, and many times dye to keep fashion.
Host. How? dye to keep fashion!
Clow. Yes, I have known a Lady sick of the small Pocks, onely to keep her face from Pitholes, take cold, strike them in again, kick up the heels, and vanish.
Host. There was kicking up the heels with a witness.
Clow. No Sir; I confess a good face has many times been the motive to the kicking up of the heels with a witn[e]ss: but this was not.
Enter Hostess, and Bianca.
Host. Here comes my wife and daughter.
Clow. You have a prety commodity of this night-worm?