Enter Abhorson.
Abhor. Do you call, sir?
Prov. Sirrah, here’s a fellow will help you to-morrow 20 in your execution. If you think it meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him. He cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
Abhor. A bawd, sir? fie upon him! he will discredit IV. 2
25 our mystery.
Prov. Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale. Exit.
Pom. Pray, sir, by your good favour,—for surely, sir, a good favour you have, but that you have a hanging look,— 30 do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?
Abhor. Ay, sir; a mystery.
Pom. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery: but 35 what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hanged, I cannot imagine.
[Abhor.] Sir, it is a mystery.
Pom. Proof?