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Measure for Measure

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

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DUKE VINCENTIO

Still thus, and thus; still worse!

DUKE VINCENTIO

This is getting worse and worse.

LUCIO

How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she
still, ha?

LUCIO

How’s my sweetheart, your boss-lady? Is she still a madam?

POMPEY

POMPEY

Truthfully, sir, she’s worn out all her prostitutes, and is herself getting treated for an STD.

LUCIO

55Why, ’tis good; it is the right of it; it must be
so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd:
an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going
to prison, Pompey?

LUCIO

That’s right, that’s the way it goes: your fresh-faced whore ages into a heavily made-up madam. It’s unavoidable. Are you going to prison, Pompey?

POMPEY

Yes, faith, sir.

POMPEY

I am indeed, sir.

LUCIO

60Why, ’tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I
sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?

LUCIO

Not a bad thing, Pompey. Goodbye. Go and say I
sent you. For debt, Pompey? Or something else?

ELBOW

For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

ELBOW

For being a pimp, for being a pimp.

LUCIO

Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the
due of a bawd, why, ’tis his right: bawd is he
65doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born.
Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison,
Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you
will keep the house.

LUCIO

Well, then, put him in jail: if imprisonment is the punishment for being a pimp, then he deserves it. He’s undoubtedly a pimp, and has been for a long time. Born a pimp. Goodbye, good Pompey. Give my regards to prison. You’ll be a good husband now, Pompey—you’ll never leave home.

POMPEY

I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.

POMPEY

I hope, sir, you’ll post bail for me.

LUCIO

70No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear.
I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: If
you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the
more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. ’Bless you, friar.

LUCIO

No, I won’t, Pompey. It’s not in style now. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your sentence. Show an iron will while you’re in iron chains.

Adieu

French for “goodbye”

Adieu
, Pompey. God bless you, friar.

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