Go hence, sir boy; say, a woman hath thee beaten.
Ruff.
Good Mistress Meretrix, my weapon let me have;
Take pity on me, mine honesty to save!
If it be known this repulse I sustain,
It will redound to my ignomy and shame.
Meretrix.
If thou wilt be my man, and wait upon me,
This sword and buckler I will give thee.
Ruff.