Mal. Cold, frosty; she is obstinate.
Men. Then she’s but dead; ’tis resolute, she dies: Black deed only through black deed[544] safely flies.
Mal. Pooh! per scelera semper sceleribus tutum est iter.[545]
Men. What, art a scholar? art a politician? sure, thou art an arrant knave. 211
Mal. Who, I? I ha’ been twice an under-sheriff, man.[546] Well, I will go rail upon some great man, that I may purchase the bastinado, or else go marry some rich Genoan lady, and instantly go travel.
Men. Travel, when thou art married?
Mal. Ay, ’tis your young lord’s fashion to do so, though he was so lazy, being a bachelor, that he would never travel so far as the university: yet when he married her, tales off, and, Catso,[547] for England! 220
Men. And why for England?
Mal. Because there is no brothel-houses there.
Men. Nor courtezans?