I know it, said she; I am a
Jezebel, and a London prostitute, you know. You did great feats, said I,
to tell my master all this poor stuff; but you did not tell him how you
beat me. No, lambkin, said she, (a word I had not heard a good while,)
that I left for you to tell and you was going to do it if the vulture had
not taken the wolf's part, and bid the poor innocent lamb be silent!--Ay,
said I, no matter for your fleers, Mrs. Jewkes; though I can have neither
justice nor mercy here, and cannot be heard in my defence, yet a time
will come, may be, when I shall be heard, and when your own guilt will
strike you dumb.--Ay! spirit, said she; and the vulture too! Must we
both be dumb? Why that, lambkin, will be pretty!--Then, said the wicked
one, you'll have all the talk to yourself!--Then how will the tongue of
the pretty lambkin bleat out innocence, and virtue, and honesty, till the
whole trial be at an end!--You're a wicked woman, that's certain, said I;
and if you thought any thing of another world, could not talk thus. But
no wonder!--It shews what hands I'm got into!--Ay, so it does, said she;
but I beg you'll undress, and come to bed, or I believe your innocence
won't keep you from still worse hands. I will come to bed, said I, if
you will let me have the keys in my own hand; not else, if I can help it.
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