2 Gent. Where the most danger is, there's the most honor.
Pen. I grant ye, honor most consists in sufferance,
And by that rule you three should be most honorable.
3 Gent. A subtle Rogue: but canst thou tell Penurio
Where we may light upon—
Pen. A learned Surgeon?
3 Gent. Pox take ye fool; I mean good wholsome wenches.
Pen. 'Faith wholsome women will but spoil ye too,
For you are so us'd to snap-haunces: But take my counsel,
Take fat old women, fat, and five and fifty,
The Dog-dayes are come in.
2 Gent. Take fat old women?
Pen. The fatter and the older, still the better,
You do not know the pleasure of an old Dame,
A fat old Dame, you do not know the knack on't:
They are like our countrey Grotts, as cool as Christmas,
And sure i' th' keels.
1 Gent. Hang him starv'd fool: he mocks us.
3 Gent. Penurio, thou know'st all the handsome wenches?
What shall I give thee for a Merchants wife now?