Just. I know that Lust useth not little to brag.
Lust. Thou shalt find me as mighty as Samson the strong.
Just. Yea, the battle of lust endureth long.
Lust. Wounds and flesh! I was almost down on my back;
But yet I will wrestle, till my bones crack. [Stay, and then speak.
Just. The end of thy presumption now doth appear.
Lust. Yet do what thou canst, I will not lie here;
No, by his wounds, you old doting knave! [Cast him, and let him arise again.
Thinkest thou that Lust will be made a slave?
I shall meet you in Smithfield, or else other-where,