Lod. I think she did indeed: but then, quoth she, A kiss, sir, is sin's earnest-penny. Is't not true, Pambo?
Clown. Very true, sir. By the same token, quoth he to her again, if you dislike the penny, lady, pray let me change it into English halfpence, and so gave her two for't.
Lod. But how she vexed then! Then she rattled him, and told him roundly, though confidence made cuckolds in England, she could no coxcombs in Italy.
Clown. But did ye mark how bitterly he closed it with a middling jest?
Lod. What was that, I prythee?
Clown. Why, quoth he again, Confidence makes not so many cuckolds in England, but craft picks open more padlocks in Italy.
Jov. That was something sharp. But there she comes.
Enter Dorothea and Francisco.
Lod. Ye shall see how I'll put ye all upon her presently.