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We should have both lord and lown if the peevish baggage would but give
way to customers.

Enter Lysimachus.

LYSIMACHUS
How now, how a dozen of virginities?

BAWD
Now, the gods to bless your honour!

BOULT
I am glad to see your honour in good health. [20]

LYSIMACHUS

You may so; ’tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs.
How now, wholesome iniquity have you, that a man may deal withal and defy
the surgeon?

BAWD
We have here one, sir, if she would − but there [25] never came her like in
Mytilene.

LYSIMACHUS
If she’d do the deeds of darkness, thou wouldst say.

BAWD
Your honour knows what ’tis to say well enough.

LYSIMACHUS
Well, call forth, call forth. [30]
Exit Pander.

BOULT
For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose. And she were a
rose indeed, if she had but −