ESCALUS.
So. [To Pompey.] What trade are you of, sir?
POMPEY.
A tapster, a poor widow’s tapster.
ESCALUS.
Your mistress’ name?
POMPEY.
Mistress Overdone.
ESCALUS.
Hath she had any more than one husband?
POMPEY.
Nine, sir; Overdone by the last.
ESCALUS.
Nine?—Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters; they will draw you, Master Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.
FROTH.
I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse but I am drawn in.
ESCALUS.
Well, no more of it, Master Froth. Farewell.
[Exit Froth.]