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Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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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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