Bil. And, what, dost thou rail upon the ladies as thou wert wont?
Pass. I were better roast a live cat, and might do it with more safety. I am as secret to [the] thieves as their painting. There’s Maquerelle, oldest bawd and a perpetual beggar—did you never hear of her trick to be known in the city?
Bil. Never.
Pass. Why, she gets all the picture-makers to draw her picture; when they have done, she most courtly finds fault with them one after another, and never fetcheth them: they, in revenge of this, execute her in pictures as they do in Germany, and hang her in their shops: by this means is she better known to the stinkards than if she had been five times carted. 35
Bil. ’Fore God, an excellent policy.
Pass. Are there any revels to-night, my lord?
Bil. Yes.
Pass. Good my lord, give me leave to break a fellow’s pate that hath abused me. 40
Bil. Whose pate?
Pass. Young Ferrardo, my lord.