Well, said he, that were all one to me, to want both legs and arms, provided you and I had but one merry bout together at the brangle-buttock game; for herewithin is--in showing her his long codpiece--Master John Thursday, who will play you such an antic that you shall feel the sweetness thereof even to the very marrow of your bones.

He is a gallant, and doth so well know how to find out all the corners, creeks, and ingrained inmates in your carnal trap, that after him there needs no broom, he'll sweep so well before, and leave nothing to his followers to work upon.

Whereunto the lady answered, Go, villain, go.

If you speak to me one such word more, I will cry out and make you to be knocked down with blows.

Ha, said he, you are not so bad as you say--no, or else I am deceived in your physiognomy.