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ABHORSON
Do you call, sir?
PROVOST
Sirrah, here’s a fellow will help you tomorrow in your execution. If you think it
meet, compound with [20] him by the year, and let him abide here with you;
if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him. He cannot plead his
estimation with you: he hath been a bawd.
ABHORSON
A bawd, sir? Fie upon him, he will discredit our mystery. [25]
PROVOST
Go to, sir, you weigh equally: a feather will turn the scale.
Exit.
POMPEY
Pray, sir, by your good favour − for surely, sir, a good favour you have, but
that you have a hanging look − do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?
[30]
ABHORSON
Ay, sir, a mystery.
POMPEY
Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being
members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a
mystery. But what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be [35]
hanged, I cannot imagine.
ABHORSON
Sir, it is a mystery.
POMPEY
Proof?
ABHORSON
