Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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page 31 of 164 (18%)
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ELBOW.
He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too. ESCALUS. How know you that? ELBOW. My wfe, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,-- ESCALUS. How! thy wife! ELBOW. Ay, sir; who, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,-- ESCALUS. Dost thou detest her therefore? ELBOW. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. ESCALUS. How dost thou know that, constable? ELBOW. |
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