Where be your nails? claw her by the jaws, pull me out both her eyen.
Gog's bones, gammer, hold up your head.
Chat. I trow, drab, I shall dress thee.
Tarry, thou knave, I hold thee a groat, I shall make these hands bless thee.
[Gurton.] Take thou this, old whore, for amends, and learn thy tongue well to tame,
And say thou met at this bickering, not thy fellow,[259] but thy dame.
Hodge. Where is the strong stewed whore?[260] chill gi 'r a whore's mark.
Stand out one's way, that ich kill none in the dark.
Up, gammer, and ye be alive, chill fight[261] now for us both;
Come no near me, thou scald callet, to kill thee ich were loth.