Pal.All save one or two, who are bought
With Hugo’s money.
Mar.Say’st thou bought?
Pal.O lady,
Unto their great dishonour they are bought,
With sweated pence wrung from the labourer,
Ere he can buy a loaf to feed his children
Out of the corn his hands have sown and reaped.
Is not this shame?
Mar.’Tis shame.