Meg. Too long, you hound!
Where is your lady's token?
Coq. This, my lord.
She thrust it in my hand.
Meg. And left it too!
Coq. I knew 'twas yours.
Meg. [To Famette] A thief too, are you?
[Famette crouches, drawing shawl over her head]
Meg. True,
Coquriez, you have served me long. I'll add
You've served me well until to-night.
Coq. O, pardon!
Meg. I trusted you. And held your hand as mine,
To make my wishes deeds.
Coq. 'Tis sworn your own!