Not with the stinger.
Lamp. Then you shouldn’t be
So naughty.
Kott. O, how many will you give me?
Lamp. Your mother fixes that.
Kott. How many, mother?
Metr. As many as your wicked hide can bear.
Kott. Stop, that’s enough, stop.
Lamp. You should stop your ways.
Kott. I’ll never do it more, I promise you.