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.