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BORACHIO

Mass, and my elbow itched, I thought there would a scab
follow.

BORACHIO

Come to think of it, I thought I felt a scab there.

CONRADE

I will owe thee an answer for that. And now forward with
thy tale.

CONRADE

I’ll get you for that. Now get on with your story.

BORACHIO

90Stand thee close, then, under this penthouse, for it drizzles
rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee.

BORACHIO

Since it’s drizzling, stand under this overhang with me and, like a true drunk, I’ll tell you everything.

WATCHMAN

(aside) Some treason, masters. Yet stand close.

WATCHMAN

(speaking so that only the other WATCHMEN can hear) There’s some treason occurring, gentlemen. Stay here.

BORACHIO

Therefore know I have earned of Don John a thousand
ducats.

BORACHIO

You should know I’ve earned a thousand gold pieces from Don John.

CONRADE

95Is it possible that any villainy should be so dear?

CONRADE

Is it possible that any crime could be so valuable?

BORACHIO

Thou shouldst rather ask if it were possible any villainy
should be so rich. For when rich villains have need of poor
ones, poor ones may make what price they will.

BORACHIO

You should ask instead if it’s possible that any criminal could be so rich. Because when rich villains need poor villains' services, those poor ones can name the price.

CONRADE

I wonder at it.

CONRADE

I can’t believe it.

BORACHIO

100That shows thou art unconfirmed. Thou knowest that the
fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a cloak, is nothing to a man.

BORACHIO

That only proves how inexperienced you are. You know that the style of a man’s jacket or hat or coat means nothing.

CONRADE

Yes, it is apparel.

CONRADE

Yes, it’s just clothing.

BORACHIO

I mean the fashion.

BORACHIO

No, I mean, the fashion of a man’s clothing tells us nothing about the man.

CONRADE

Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

CONRADE

Yes, fashion is fashion.