Yea, so didst thou, by thy knave's face!
INIQUITY. Well, no more a-do, let all this go,
We kinsfolk must be friends, it must be so.
Come on, come on, come on,
[_He casteth dice on the board_.
Here they be that will do us all good.
ISMAEL. If ye use it long, your hair will grow through your hood.
INIQUITY. Come on, knave, with Christ's curse,
I must have some of the money
Thou hast picked out of thy father's purse!
DALILAH. He, by the mass, if he can get his purse,
Now and then he maketh it by half the worse.
ISMAEL. I defy you both, whore and knave--
INIQUITY. What, ye princocks, begin ye to rave? Come on--
DALILAH. Master Iniquity, by your leave,
I will play a crown or two here by your sleeve.
ISMAEL. Then be ye servant to a worshipful man,
Master Iniquity--a right name, by Saint John!
DALILAH. What can ye say by Master Iniquity?
I love him and his name most heartily.
INIQUITY. God-a-mercy, Dalilah, good luck, I warrant thee,
I will shrive you both by and by.
[_He kisseth her_.
ISMAEL. Come on, but first let us have a song.
DALILAH. I am content, so that it be not long.
[_Iniquity and Dalilah sing_:
INIQUITY. _Gold locks,
She must have knocks,
Or else I do her wrong_.
DALILAH. _When ye have your will
Ye were best lie still,
The winter nights be long_.
INIQUITY. _When I ne may,
Another assay;
I will take it for no wrong_:
DALILAH.
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