Cat. What art thou, prithee? [To Bots.
Bots. Nay, what art thou, prithee?
Cat. A whore, art thou a thief?
Bots. A thief, no, I defy[326] the calling; I am a soldier, have borne arms in the field, been in many a hot skirmish, yet come off sound.
Cat. Sound, with a pox to ye, ye abominable rogue! you a soldier? you in skirmishes? where? amongst pottle pots in a bawdy-house? Look, look here, you Madam Wormeaten, do you not know him?
Mis. H. Lieutenant Bots, where have ye been this many a day?
Bots. Old bawd, do not discredit me, seem not to know me.
Mis. H. Not to know ye, Master Bots? as long as I have breath, I cannot forget thy sweet face.
Duke. Why, do you know him? he says he is a soldier.