HEAR. It would lay a devil Sooner than all Trithemius' charms.[120] SHAPE. Hark how It blusters in her nostrils, like a wind In a foul chimney! POT. Out, you base companions, You stinking swabbers! HEAR. For her gait, that's such As if her nose did strive t' outrun her heels. SHAPE. She's just six yards behind when that appears. It saves an usher, madam. POT. You are all Most foul-mouth'd knaves to use a woman thus. SLICER. Your plaster'd face doth drop against moist weather. SHAPE. Fie, how you writhe it! Now it looks just like A ruffled boot. SLICER. Or an oil'd paper-lantern. HEAR. Her nose the candle in the midst of it. SHAPE. How bright it flames! Put out your nose, good lady; You burn daylight.[121] POT. Come up, you lousy rascals. HEAR. Not upon you for a kingdom, good Joan. The Great Turk, Joan, the Great Turk! SLICER. Kiss him, chuck; Kiss him, chuck, open-mouth'd, and be reveng'd. POT. Hang you, base cheating varlet! SLICER. Don't you see December in her face? SHAPE. Sure, the surveyor Of the highways will have to do with her For not keeping her countenance passable. HEAR. There lies a hoar-frost on her head, and yet A constant thaw in her nose. SHAPE. She's like a piece Of firewood, dropping at one end, and yet Burning i' th' midst. SLICER. O that endeavouring face! When will your costiveness have done, good madam? HEAR. Do you not hear her guts already squeak Like kit-strings? SLICER. They must come to that within This two or three years: by that time she'll be True perfect cat. They practise beforehand. POT. I can endure no longer, though I should Throw off my womanhood. HEAR. No need, that's done Already: nothing left thee that may style thee Woman, but lust and tongue: no flesh but what The vices of the sex exact, to keep them In heart. SHAPE. Thou art so lean and out of case, That 'twere absurd to call thee devil incarnate. SLICER. Th' art a dry devil, troubled with the lust Of that thou hast not, flesh. POT. Rogue, rascal, villain! I'll show your cheating tricks, i' faith: all shall Be now laid open. Have I suffer'd you Thus long i' my house, and ne'er demanded yet One penny rent for this? I'll have it all: By this good blessed light, I will!