Bell. ’Las, I ha’ none.
Mat. Must have money, must have some, must have a cloak, and rapier, and things. Will you go set your lime-twigs, and get me some birds, some money?
Bell. What lime-twigs should I set?
Mat. You will not then? Must have cash and pictures, do ye hear, frailty? shall I walk in a Plymouth cloak,[268] that’s to say, like a rogue, in my hose and doublet, and a crabtree cudgel in my hand, and you swim in your satins? Must have money, come! [Taking off her gown.
Orl. Is’t bed-time, master, that you undo my mistress?
Bell. Undo me? Yes, yes, at these riflings I
Have been too often.
Mat. Help to flay, Pacheco.
Orl. Flaying call you it?
Mat. I’ll pawn you, by th’ lord, to your very eyebrows.