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Marry, sir, he hath offended the law; and, sir, we take him to be a thief too,
sir: for we have found upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent
to the [15] deputy.

DUKE
Fie, sirrah, a bawd, a wicked bawd;
The evil that thou causest to be done,

That is thy means to live. Do thou but think
What ’tis to cram a maw or clothe a back [20]
From such a filthy vice. Say to thyself,

From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,
So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend. [25]

POMPEY
Indeed it does stink in some sort, sir. But yet, sir, I would prove −

DUKE
Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,

Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer.
Correction and instruction must both work [30]
Ere this rude beast will profit.

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 as good go a mile on his errand. [35]

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

ELBOW
His neck will come to your waist − a cord, sir.

Enter Lucio.