ISMAEL. I defy you both, whore and knave—
INIQUITY. What, ye princocks, begin ye to rave? Come on—
DALILAH. Master Iniquity, by your leave,
I will play a crown or two here by your sleeve.
ISMAEL. Then be ye servant to a worshipful man,
Master Iniquity—a right name, by Saint John!
DALILAH. What can ye say by Master Iniquity?
I love him and his name most heartily.
INIQUITY. God-a-mercy, Dalilah, good luck, I warrant thee, I will shrive you both by and by. [He kisseth her.
ISMAEL. Come on, but first let us have a song.
DALILAH. I am content, so that it be not long.
[Iniquity and Dalilah sing:
INIQUITY. Gold locks,
She must have knocks,
Or else I do her wrong.