DALILAH. Sir, I had ten shillings when I begon,
And here is all—every farthing.
INIQUITY. Ye lie like a whore, ye have won a pound!
DALILAH. Then the devil strike me to the ground!
INIQUITY. I will feel your pocket, by your leave, mistress—
DALILAH. Away, knave, not mine, by the mass—
INIQUITY. Yes, by God, and give you this to boot—
[He giveth her a box.
DALILAH. Out, whoreson knave, I beshrew thy heart-root!
Wilt thou rob me and beat me too?
INIQUITY. In the way of correction, but a blow or two!
DALILAH. Correct thy dogs, thou shalt not beat me,
I will make your knave's flesh cut, I warrant thee.
Ye think I have no friends; yes, I have in store
A good fellow or two, perchance more.
Yea, by the mass, they shall box you for this gear,
A knave I found thee, a knave I leave thee here.
[She goeth out.
INIQUITY. Gup, whore; do ye hear this jade?
Loving, when she is pleased:
When she is angry, thus shrewd:
Thief, brother: sister, whore;
Two graffs of an ill tree,
I will tarry no longer here,
Farewell, God be with ye!
[He goeth out.