Avar. Nay, I defy your malice, I am Policy—
Ask of my fellows here! am not I Policy?
Ver. Ladies! will ye all see him openly tried?
Just. If he be an ill one, let him be descried.
Ver. What hast thou in thy bosom?
Avar. Nothing, I, truly!
Ver. Nothing truly got, say! show it forth openly.
Avar. What should I show forth?
Ver. That bag in thy bosom hid.
Avar. It lieth well, I thank you; as much as though I did.
Ver. Nay, come on! out with it!