Gammer. A vengeance on those callet's hips, whose conscience is so large.
Chat. Come out, hog.
Gammer. Come out, hog, and let have me right.
Chat. Thou arrant witch.
Gammer. Thou bawdy bitch, chill make thee curse this night.
Chat. A bag and a wallet![254]
Gammer. A cart for a callet!
Chat. Why, weenest[255] thou thus to prevail?
I hold thee a groat,