DALILAH. When ye have your will
Ye were best lie still,
The winter nights be long.
INIQUITY. When I ne may,
Another assay;
I will take it for no wrong:
DALILAH. Then, by the rood,
A bone in your hood
I shall put, ere it be long.
ISMAEL. She matcheth you, sirrah!
INIQUITY. By Gog's blood, she is the best whore in England.
DALILAH. It is knavishly praised; give me your hand.
INIQUITY. I would thou hadst such another.
ISMAEL. By the mass, rather than forty pound, brother.
INIQUITY. Here, sirs, come on; seven—[They set him.
Eleven[225] at all[226]—
ISMAEL. Do ye nick us?[227] beknave your noly!—