Man. Ay, a mercenary whore indeed; for she made me pay her before I lay with her.
Ver. How!—Why, have you lain with her?
Man. Ay, ay.
Ver. Nay, she deserves you should report it at least, though you have not.
Man. Report it! by Heaven, 'tis true!
Ver. How! sure not.
Man. I do not use to lie, nor you to doubt me.
Ver. When?
Man. Last night, about seven or eight of the clock.