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. _Then, by the rood, A bone in your hood I shall put, ere it be long_. ISMAEL. She matcheth you, sirrah! INIQUITY. By Gog's blood, she is the best whore in England. DALILAH. It is knavishly praised; give me your hand. INIQUITY. I would thou hadst such another. ISMAEL. By the mass, rather than forty pound, brother. INIQUITY. Here, sirs, come on; seven--[_They set him_. Eleven[225] at all[226]-- ISMAEL. Do ye nick us?[227] beknave your noly!-- INIQUITY. Ten mine-- ISMAEL (_casteth dice_). Six mine, Have at it, and it were for all my father's kine. It is lost by his wounds,[228] and ten to one! INIQUITY. Take the dice, Dalilah, cast on-- [_She casteth, and they set_. DALILAH. Come on; five! Thrive at fairest-- ISMAEL. Gup, whore, and I at rest [_he loseth_]. By Gog's blood, I ween God and the devil be against me-- INIQUITY. If th' one forsake thee, th' other will take thee! ISMAEL. Then is he a good fellow; I would not pass,[229] So that I might bear a rule in hell, by the mass: To toss firebrands at these pennyfathers'[230] pates; I would be porter, and receive them at the gates. In boiling lead and brimstone I would seeth them each one: The knaves have all the money, good fellows have none. DALILAH. Play, brother, have ye lost all your money now? ISMAEL. Yea, I thank that knave and such a whore as thou. 'Tis no matter, I will have money, or I will sweat; By Gog's blood, I will rob the next I meet-- Yea, and it be my father. [_He goeth out_. INIQUITY. Thou boy, by the mass, ye will climb the ladder, Ah, sirrah, I love a wench that can be wily, She perceived my mind with a twink of mine eye, If we two play boody on any man, We will make him as bare as Job anon, Well, Dalilah, let see what ye have won. [_They tell_. DALILAH. Sir, I had ten shillings when I begon, And here is all--every farthing. INIQUITY. Ye lie like a whore, ye have won a pound! DALILAH. Then the devil strike me to the ground! INIQUITY. I will feel your pocket, by your leave, mistress-- DALILAH. Away, knave, not mine, by the mass-- INIQUITY. Yes, by God, and give you this to boot-- [_He giveth her a box_. DALILAH. Out, whoreson knave, I beshrew thy heart-root! Wilt thou rob me and beat me too? INIQUITY. In the way of correction, but a blow or two!