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3 head with the tongs, for nothing but aſking you where you had been; therefore take you that, you drunken whore I say, and that too.

Dorothy. O thou rogue, wilt thou murder me, thou bloody minded villain; but take my word, I will be even with thee by and by, if thou wilt let me take my wind a little.

Peter. Nay, thou brazen faced quean, I'll keep you warm, for thou ſhalt not get cold under my hands; tho, my medicines will not work if you get cold.

Dorothy. Well, well, Sirrah, I will make you clearly pay for this anon, for I tell thee truly, I ſcorn o be beholden to ſuch a louſy rogue as thou art: no, Sirrah. If I die in thy debt, the devil take my bones. No, no, you brazen fac'd raſcal, I'll pay thee while I have one penny in my purſe or one ſpark of metal in my limbs, and that thou ſhall find before I have done with thee; and so change me that groat, thou rogue! Why, how now, you'raſcal, hold up your head; what, are you drunk? Peter. No you whore, I am not drunk, though you have knockt me down: no, I will aſsure thee that I am able to take another bout yet, thoushalt find Peter has some ſtrength left in him yet, though you told the Taylor he was no man, nor had any metal in him, when he was kiſſing thee at Iſlington town end, thou whore.

Dor. Out then, base cowardly rogue, thou ſhowt thy breeding like a knave as thou art, knowing my wife to have but one fault, and thou, like an impudent rogue, to diſcover it: have at you once again or that trick; I think I have met with thee now.

Pet. Met with me now, Dorothy, I hope you will and before we part, that you have met with me, and with your match too; for I remember, not long since,