We will not stick with both hands to play.
Ambidexter.
The honester man ye, ye may me trust.
Enter Meretrix, with a staff on her shoulder.
Meretrix.
What, is there no lads here that hath a lust
To have a passing trull to help at their need?
Huff.
Gog’s heart, she is come indeed.
What, Mistress Meretrix? by his wounds, welcome to me.