Plot. For she being pass'd all motions, impotence will be a kind of chastity, and you
Might have her to yourself: but here is one
Knows this to be——
Ware. An arrant whore?
Rose. I see
You have heard of her, sir. Indeed she has
Done penance thrice.
Ware. How say you, penance?
Rose. Yes, sir, and should have suffer'd——
Ware. Carting, should she not?
Rose. The marshal had her, sir.
Ware. I sweat, I sweat!
Rose. She's of known practice, sir: the clothes she wears
Are but her quarter's sins: she has no linen
But what she first offends for.