Meretrix.
What will you give me? I pray you, let me see.
Ruff.
By his heart, she looks for gifts by and by.
Meretrix.
What, Master Ruff, I cry you mercy;
The last time I was with you, I got a broken head,
And lay in the street all night for want of a bed.
Snuff.
Gog’s wounds, kiss me, my trull so white.