Adul. I know her not.
People. Mass! you liest valeslie in your heart!
She is this way, che wa'r't—a false harlot you art!
Adul. I know Respublica.
People. Yea, marry! where is she?
Adul. She is busy now.
People. Mass! ere ich go, chill her zee,
For this way she came.
Resp. Let my people come to me!
Adul. God forbid, else! Come on, People! is this same she?
People. Yea, malkin is't!