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Scene 4.
Bawd, Whores, Pander.Bawd.
Was euer such a treacherous plot intended,
Against our State, and dignity?
Pand.
Had this
Past with impunity, they might haue sworne,
Vengeance had runne the country.
1. Whore.
But I hope,
They haue no cause to boast their victory,
Pand.
Now by this aire, as I am a true souldier,
Bred vnder, and deuoted to your Banne,
But that your pitty did preuent my rage,
They should haue knowne no quarter, for this brow
Brookes no affronts.
2. Whore.
Captaine, you fought it brauely.
Bawd.
Wee'l haue a stone grauen with characters,
To intimate your prowesse.
Pand.
No, my deare Gorgons,
I will not haue my fame wander without
The precincts of your Castell: tis enough
It can be sheltred heere, within these walls.
And to recount with your acknowledgements,
What this Fort owes to my protection.
Bawd.
Captaine, wee must confesse you are our Guardian,
Pand.
Then let mee sacrifice vnto my humour.
All you this night, shall be at my disposing,
To drinke and drab, tis the fault of your fortune
That do professe this trade, t'haue somebody,
What others ryot, you should waste on me.
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