Lod. Fashion? pox a’ your fashions! art not a whore?
Dor. Goodman slave.
Duke. O fie, abuse her not, let us two talk,
What might I call your name, pray?
Dor. I’m not ashamed of my name, sir; my name is Mistress Doll Target, a Western gentlewoman.
Lod. Her target against any pike in Milan.
Duke. Why is this wheel borne after her?
1st Mast. She must spin.
Dor. A coarse thread it shall be, as all threads are.
Ast. If you spin, then you’ll earn money here too?
Dor. I had rather get half-a-crown abroad, than ten crowns here.