Measure for Measure

by: William Shakespeare

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FROTH

I have so; because it is an open room and good for winter.

FROTH

I do, because the room has a big open fire, good in winter.

POMPEY

130Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths.

POMPEY

Why, very well, then. I hope we’ll get to the truth here.

ANGELO

This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there: I’ll take my leave.
And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Hoping you’ll find good cause to whip them all.

ANGELO

This could last as long as a night in Russia, during the time of year when nights are longest. I’m leaving. I’ll leave you to get to the bottom of this case, hoping you’ll find reasons to whip them all.

ESCALUS

135I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.

ESCALUS

I think I will. Good-bye, your lordship.
Exit ANGELO
ANGELO exits.
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow’s wife, once more?
Now, sir, come on: what happened to Elbow’s wife, once more?

POMPEY

Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once.

POMPEY

Once, sir? Nothing happened to her once.

ELBOW

I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.

ELBOW

I beg you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.

POMPEY

I beseech your honour, ask me.

POMPEY

I beg your honor, ask me.

ESCALUS

140Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her?

ESCALUS

Well, sir; what did this gentleman do to her?

POMPEY

I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman’s face.
Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; ’tis for a
good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?

POMPEY

I beg you, sir, look at this gentleman’s face. Good Mr. Froth, look at his honor—it’s for a good reason. Does your honor see his face?

ESCALUS

Ay, sir, very well.

ESCALUS

Yes, sir, very well.

POMPEY

145Nay; I beseech you, mark it well.

POMPEY

No, I beg you, really study it.

ESCALUS

Well, I do so.

ESCALUS

Well, I am.

POMPEY

Doth your honour see any harm in his face?

POMPEY

Does your honor see any harm in his face?

ESCALUS

Why, no.

ESCALUS

Why, no.

POMPEY

I’ll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst
150thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the
worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the
constable’s wife any harm? I would know that of
your honour.

POMPEY

I’ll swear upon a bible, his face is the worst
thing about him (confusing supposed for deposed). And if his face is the worst thing about him, how could Mr. Froth do the officer’s wife any harm? I’d like your honor to explain that.