Duke. Even now she wept, and prayed; now does she curse?
1st Mast. Seeing me; if still sh’ had stayed, this had been worse.
Hip. Was she ever here before?
1st Mast. Five times at least,
And thus if men come to her, have her eyes
Wrung, and wept out her bail.
Lod., Ast., &c. Bots, you know her?
Bots. Is there any gentleman here, that knows not a whore, and is he a hair the worse for that?
Duke. Is she a city-dame, she’s so attired?
1st Mast. No, my good lord, that’s only but the veil
To her loose body, I have seen her here
In gayer masking suits, as several sauces
Give one dish several tastes, so change of habits
In whores is a bewitching art: to day
She’s all in colours to besot gallants, then
In modest black, to catch the citizen,
And this from their examination’s drawn.
Now shall you see a monster both in shape
And nature quite from these, that sheds no tear,
Nor yet is nice, ’tis a plain ramping bear;
Many such whales are cast upon this shore.
Duke, Lod., &c. Let’s see her.
1st Mast. Then behold a swaggering whore. [Exeunt 1st and 2nd Masters and Constable.