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Measure for Measure

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 3 Scene 2
No Fear Act 3 Scene 2 Page 2

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POMPEY

Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet,
sir, I would prove—

POMPEY

Yes, it does stink in a way, sir; but, sir, I would prove—

DUKE VINCENTIO

Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,
Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer:
30Correction and instruction must both work
Ere this rude beast will profit.

DUKE VINCENTIO

No, if the devil has given you excuses for sin, you’ll prove only that you belong to him. Take him to prison, officer. Punishment and religion must both be used on this crude beast before he improves.

ELBOW

He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him
warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if
he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were
35as good go a mile on his errand.

ELBOW

He has to appear before the deputy, sir, who’s already given him a warning. The deputy can’t stand pimps, and if he is a pimp, and appears before him, he would be better off being anywhere but there.

DUKE VINCENTIO

That we were all, as some would seem to be,
From our faults, as faults from seeming, free!

DUKE VINCENTIO

If only we were all—as some of us seem to be—as free from sin as this pimp is from hypocrisy!

ELBOW

His neck will come to your waist’—a cord, sir.

ELBOW

POMPEY

I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here’s a gentleman and a
40friend of mine.

POMPEY

I see help coming—and bail. Here’s a gentleman and a
friend of mine.
Enter LUCIO
LUCIO enters.

LUCIO

How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of
Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there
none of Pygmalion’s images, newly made woman, to be
had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and
45extracting it clutch’d? What reply, ha? What
sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is’t
not drowned i’ the last rain, ha? What sayest
thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is
the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The
50trick of it?

LUCIO

Hey there, noble Pompey! Oh dear, are you being paraded like a prisoner-of-war after the victorious Caesar’s chariot? What, aren’t there any more girls just turned women who can be had for a handful of dollars? Ha, don’t you have any answers? How do you feel about the new regime? Puts quite a damper on things, right? What do you say, old man? Hasn’t the world changed? What’s your mood nowadays, a bit sad and silent? Or how? What’s the plan?

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