INIQUITY. _Lo, lo, here I bring-a_.
ISMAEL. _What is she, now ye have her?_
DALILAH. _A lusty minion loner_.[222]
INIQUITY. _For no gold will I give her_--
ALL TOGETHER. _Welcome, my honey-a!_
INIQUITY. O my heart! [_Here he speaketh_.
This wench can sing,
And play her part.
DALILAH. I am yours, and you mine, with all my heart.
INIQUITY. By the mass, it is well sung;
Were ye not sorry ye were a maid so long?
DALILAH. Fie, master Iniquity, fie, I am a maid yet.
ISMAEL. No, sister, no, your maidenhead is sick.
INIQUITY. That knave your brother will be a blab still,
I-wis, Dalilah, ye can say as much by him, if ye will.
DALILAH. By him, quod-a? he hath whores two or three,
But ich tell your minion doll,[223] by Gog's body:
It skilleth not she doth hold you as much.
ISMAEL. Ye lie falsely, she will play me no such touch.
DALILAH. Not she? Yes, to do your heart good,
I could tell you who putteth a bone in your hood!
ISMAEL. Peace, whore, or ye bear me a box on[224] there--
DALILAH. Here is mine ear, knave; strike, and thou dare!
To suffer him thus ye be no man,
If ye will not revenge me, I will find one;
To set so little by me ye were not wont--
Well, it is no matter;
Though ye do, _ceteri nolunt_.
INIQUITY. Peace, Dalilah; speak ye Latin, poor fool?
DALILAH. No, no, but a proverb I learned at school--
ISMAEL. Yea, sister, you went to school, till ye were past grace;--
DALILAH.
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