Gammer. Nay, fy on thee, thou rampe, thou ryg, with al that take thy parte!
Chat. A vengeance on those lips that laieth such things to my charge!
Gammer. A vengeance on those callats hips, whose conscience is so large! 20
Gammer. Come out, hogge, and let have me right!
Chat. Thou arrant witche!
Gammer. Thou bawdie bitche, chil make thee cursse this night!
Chat. A bag and a wallet!
Gammer. A carte for a callet!
Chat. Why, wenest thou thus to prevaile?