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ESCALUS:
Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir.
POMPEY:
No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in
the right: but to the point. As I say, this
Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and
being great-bellied, and longing, as I said, for
prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said,
Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the
rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very
honestly; for, as you know, Master Froth, I could
not give you three-pence again.
FROTH:
No, indeed.
POMPEY:
Very well: you being then, if you be remembered,
cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,--
FROTH:
Ay, so I did indeed.
POMPEY:
Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be
remembered, that such a one and such a one were past
cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very
good diet, as I told you,--
FROTH:
All this is true.
POMPEY:
Why, very well, then,--
ESCALUS:
Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What
was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to
complain of? Come me to what was done to her.
POMPEY:
Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.
ESCALUS:
No, sir, nor I mean it not.
POMPEY:
Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's
leave. And, I beseech you, look into Master Froth
here, sir; a man of four-score pound a year; whose
father died at Hallowmas: was't not at Hallowmas,
Master Froth?
FROTH:
All-hallond eve.
POMPEY:
Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir,
sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; 'twas in
the Bunch of Grapes, where indeed you have a delight
to sit, have you not?
FROTH:
I have so; because it is an open room and good for winter.
POMPEY:
Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths.
ANGELO:
This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave.
And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all.
ESCALUS:
I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?
POMPEY:
Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once.
ELBOW:
I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.
POMPEY:
I beseech your honour, ask me.
ESCALUS:
Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her?
POMPEY:
I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face.
Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a
good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?
ESCALUS:
Ay, sir, very well.
POMPEY: