ALL TOGETHER. Welcome, my honey-a!
INIQUITY. O my heart! [Here he speaketh.
This wench can sing,
And play her part.
DALILAH. I am yours, and you mine, with all my heart.
INIQUITY. By the mass, it is well sung;
Were ye not sorry ye were a maid so long?
DALILAH. Fie, master Iniquity, fie, I am a maid yet.
ISMAEL. No, sister, no, your maidenhead is sick.
INIQUITY. That knave your brother will be a blab still,
I-wis, Dalilah, ye can say as much by him, if ye will.
DALILAH. By him, quod-a? he hath whores two or three,
But ich tell your minion doll,[223] by Gog's body:
It skilleth not she doth hold you as much.
ISMAEL. Ye lie falsely, she will play me no such touch.
DALILAH. Not she? Yes, to do your heart good,
I could tell you who putteth a bone in your hood!