Gog’s sides, Master Ruff, are ye so crusty?
Ruff.
You may happen to see.
Snuff.
Do what thou darest to me.
[Here draw and fight. Here she must lay on and coil them both, the Vice must run his way for fear, Snuff fling down his sword and buckler, and run his way.
Meretrix.
Gog’s sides, knaves, seeing to fight ye be so rough,
Defend yourselves, for I will give ye both enough:
I will teach you how ye shall fall out for me;