AUNT
Ay, mistress hypocrisy!
Though the truth on’t cannot be told, I’ll be bound,
Ye have tripped it lightly many a round
Where the piper got not five groats for his noise.
Let ’em go to it never so with the boys,
’Tis all virgin, ay, till girdles be let out.
MARY
That I should be so shent and shamed, without
All guilt, is more than heart can bear.