Meretrix.
If I be a whore, thou art a knave, then it is quit.
Huff.
But hear’st thou, Meretrix? with who this night wilt thou lie?
Meretrix.
With him that giveth the most money.
Huff.
Gog’s heart, I have no money in purse, ne yet in clout.
Meretrix.
Then get thee hence, and pack like a lout.