Pom. Pompey.
Escal. What else?
Pom. Bum, sir.
Escal. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about 205 you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it [in] being a tapster, are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you.
Pom. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live.
210 Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?
Pom. If the law would allow it, sir.
Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; [nor] it 215 shall not be allowed in Vienna.
Pom. Does your worship mean to geld and [splay] all the youth of the city?
Escal. No, Pompey.