Bravo. Now, lady, your pleasure?
Luc. I would not allow myself any conference with you, did my reason persuade me that you were as bad as you seem to be. Pray, what are you?
Bravo. I am, sweet creature, a kind of lawless justicer,[328] or usurping martialist of authority, that will kill any man with my safety.
Luc. And you purpose the death of this gentleman?
Bravo. I will do anything for hire.
Luc. Have you no conscience?
Bravo. Conscience! I know not what it is.
Why should any man live, and I want money?
Luc. Have you no regard then of innocence?
Bravo. 'Tis crime enough he has a life.
Luc. How long have you been vers'd in this trade?