Return to previous scene. See fine bands and ruffs, fine lawns, fine cambrics! Away, go! He shall not see me yet. Art and wit makes a fool of suspicion; pray be wary. Though you deserve nothing less at my hands. By this light, I hate her but for means to keep me in fashion with gallants, for what I take from her I spend upon other wenches.
Bear her in hand still; she has wit enough to rob her husband, and I ways enough to consume the money. What, the chincough? I could find in my heart to make a quarrel in earnest. Where art going, Jack? GULL How! Three single halfpence! How think you amongst you?
What, a fresh pipe? Draw in a third man. Show me a spangled feather. I must confine you, I see that. Enter MOLL in a frieze jerkin and a black safeguard. Such a Moll were a marrow-bone before an Italian; he would cry bona roba till his ribs were nothing but bone.
How do you sell an ounce? I am going to buy a shag ruff; the shop will be shut in presently. MOLL Nay, and a feather hold you in play a whole hour, a goose will last you all the days of your life.
How now! Love-terms with a pox between you! Have I found out one of your haunts? MOLL You goody Openwork, you that prick out a poor living And sews many a bawdy skin-coat together, Thou private pandress between shirt and smock, I wish thee for a minute but a man: Thou shouldst never use more shapes. Enter a Fellow with a long rapier by his side. MOLL No, but by candlelight you did. You have tricks to save your oaths, reservations have you, and I have reserved somewhat for you. Base rogue!
