Page 1151 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
P. 1151
right. Bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity, too: bawd born. Farewell, good
Pompey. [65] Commend me to the prison, Pompey; you will turn good
husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.
POMPEY
I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail?
LUCIO
No, indeed will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to
increase your bondage; if you take [70] it not patiently, why, your mettle is
the more! Adieu, trusty Pompey. − Bless you, friar.
DUKE
And you.
LUCIO
Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha?
ELBOW
[to Pompey]
Come your ways, sir, come. [75]
POMPEY
You will not bail me then, sir?
LUCIO
Then, Pompey, nor now. − What news abroad, friar? What news?
ELBOW
[to Pompey]
Come your ways, sir, come.
LUCIO
Go to kennel, Pompey, go. [80]
[Exeunt Elbow and Officers with Pompey.]
What news, friar, of the Duke?
