Act 3 - Scene 2

Mytilene. A room in a brothel.

Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT

Pandar

Boult!

BOULT

Sir?

Pandar

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

Bawd

We were never so much out of creatures. We have but
poor three, and they can do no more than they can
do; and they with continual action are even as good as rotten.

Pandar

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.

Bawd

Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing up of poor
bastards, –as, I think, I have brought up some eleven–

BOULT

Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again. But
shall I search the market?

Bawd

What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind
will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.

Pandar

Thou sayest true; they're too unwholesome, o'
conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that
lay with the little baggage.

BOULT

Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast-meat
for worms. But I'll go search the market.

Exit

Pandar

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

Bawd

Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get
when we are old?