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money this mart by being too wenchless. [5]

BAWD
We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they
can do no more than they can do. And they with continual action are even as
good as rotten.

PANDER
Therefore let’s have fresh ones, whate’er we pay [10] for them. If there be

not a conscience to be used in every trade, we shall never prosper.

BAWD
Thou sayst true. ’Tis not our bringing up of poor bastards − as I think, I have
brought up some eleven −

BOULT
Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But [15] shall I search the
market?

BAWD

What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they
are so pitifully sodden.

PANDER
Thou sayst true, there’s two unwholesome, o’ conscience. The poor
Transylvanian is dead that lay with [20] the little baggage.

BOULT
Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast meat for worms. But I’ll go
search the market.

Exit.

PANDER
Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly,
and so give over. [25]

BAWD