[To his companions] Yonderʼs the lord Hippolito. By any means leave 2392him and me together. Now will I turn him to a madman.

Save you, my lord.

I haʼ strange news to tell you.

What are they?

Your mareʼs iʼthʼ pound.

Howʼs this?

Your nightingale is in a lime-bush.

Ha?

Your puritanical Honest Whore sits in a blue gown.

Blue gown?

Sheʼll chalk out your way to her now; she beats 2403chalk.

Where? Who dares –

Do you know the brick house of castigation, by 2406the river side that runs by Milan – the school where 2407they pronounce no letter well but O?

I know it not.

Any man that has borne office of constable, or any 2410woman that has fallen from a horse-load to a cart-load, or 2411like an old hen that has had none but rotten eggs in her 2412nest, can direct you to her.

5.1.16There you shall see your punk 2413amongst her backfriends.

5.1.17There you may have her at your 2414will,

5.1.18For there she beats chalk or grinds in the mill,

5.1.19With 2415a whip deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle;

5.1.20Ah, little monkey!

What rogue durst serve that warrant, knowing I 2417loved her?

Some worshipful rascal, I lay my life.

Iʼll beat the lodgings down about their ears

5.1.242420That are her keepers.

So you may bring an old house over her head.

Iʼll to her –

5.1.272423Iʼll to her, stood armèd fiends to guard the doors!

O me! What monsters are men made by whores? 2425If this false fire do kindle him, thereʼs one faggot 2426more to the bonfire. Now to my Bridewell birds. 2427What song will they sing?