Man. Et que novellys?
Bod. Lust. Je nescey.
I could not speak with her
No[r] with none of her folks.
Man. Not with one?
Bod. Lust. No! they be asleep everyone:
All that ever dwell there.
Man. How knowest thou whether they be asleep or no?
Bod. Lust. Marry! she herself told me so
When I rapped at the door.
Man. It seemeth she was not asleep then.
Bod. Lust. No! she was abed with a strange man.
Man. A mischief on her, whore!
I would this fire were in her tail, I make God avow!
Bod. Lust. That needeth not; she is hot enow;
It were more alms to get
Some cold water her fire to quench:
I tell you, it is as warm a wench
As any in all this street—
I supposed I had angered her ill.