Yea, thou slave Snuff, no more blows wilt thou bide?
To take thy heels a time hast thou spied?
Thou villain, seeing Snuff has gone away,
A little better I mean thee to pay.
[He falleth down, she falleth upon him, and beats him, and taketh away his weapon.]
Ruff.
Alas, good Mistress Meretrix, no more;
My legs, sides, and arms with beating be sore.
Meretrix.
Thou a soldier, and loose thy weapon!