she sounded and revived, and then sounded again, and after
she revived again, sighed heavily, spoke faintly and pitifully,
yea, and so pitifully as, if a man had not known the pranks
of harlots before, he would have melted into commiseration.
Tears, sighs and doleful-tuned words could not make any
forcible claim to my stony ears; it was the glittering crowns
that I hungered and thirsted after, & with them, for all her
mock holy-day gestures, she was fain to come off before
I condescended to any bargain of silence.