_Escal._ Are you of fourscore pounds a year? _Froth._ Yes, an't please you, sir. 185 _Escal._ So. What trade are you of, sir? _Pom._ A tapster; a poor widow's tapster. _Escal._ Your mistress' name? _Pom._ Mistress Overdone. _Escal._ Hath she had any more than one husband? 190 _Pom._ Nine, sir; Overdone by the last. _Escal._ 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. 195 _Froth._ I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in. _Escal._ Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell. [_Exit Froth._] Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your name, Master tapster? 200 _Pom._ Pompey. _Escal._ What else? _Pom._ Bum, sir. _Escal._ Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the 205 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. _Escal._ How would you live, Pompey? by being a 210 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 shall not be allowed in Vienna. 215 _Pom._ Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the city? _Escal._ No, Pompey. _Pom._ Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't, then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and 220 the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. _Escal._ There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: it is but heading and hanging. _Pom._ If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission 225 for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it after three-pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so. _Escal._ Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find 230 you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you well. 235 _Pom._ I thank your worship for your good counsel: [_Aside_] but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine. Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade: The valiant heart is not whipt out of his trade. [_Exit._ 240