ACT 4
Scene 2

...me be slain.
Enter Pander, Bawd, and Bolt.
Bolt!

... Sir?
Search the market narrowly. Mytilene is full
of gallants. We lost too much money this mart by
being too wenchless.

...good as rotten.
Therefore let’s have fresh ones, whate’er we
pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be
used in every trade, we shall never prosper.

...so pitifully sodden.
Thou sayst true. There’s two unwholesome, a’
conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead that
lay with the little baggage.

...search the market.
Three or four thousand chequins were as
pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over.

...we are old?
O, our credit comes not in like the commodity,
nor the commodity wages not with the danger.
Therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some
pretty estate, ’twere not amiss to keep our door
hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon
with the gods will be strong with us for giving o’er.

...well as we.
As well as we? Ay, and better too; we offend
worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it’s no
calling. But here comes Bolt.

...a thousand pieces.
Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have
your money presently.—Wife, take her in. Instruct
her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in
her entertainment.
He exits with Pirates.

Scene 6

...of rutting forever.
Enter Bawd, Pander, and Bolt.
Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her
she had ne’er come here.

...our swearers priests.
Now the pox upon her greensickness for me!

...forth, call forth.
Pander exits.

...to be chaste.
Enter Pander with Marina.

...Go thy ways.
Bawd, Pander, and Bolt exit.

...ways, I say.
Enter Bawd and Pander.

...rosemary and bays!
Bawd and Pander exit.