ANGELO.
What are you, sir?
ELBOW.
He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad
woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the
suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is
a very ill house too.
ESCALUS.
How know you that?
ELBOW.
My wfe, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour, —
ESCALUS.
How! thy wife!
ELBOW.
Ay, sir; who, I thank heaven, is an honest woman, —
ESCALUS.
Dost thou detest her therefore?
ELBOW.
I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this
house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for
it is a naughty house.
ESCALUS.
How dost thou know that, constable?
ELBOW.
Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally
given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all
uncleanliness there.
ESCALUS.
By the woman's means?
