Pericles, Prince of Tyre

Mytilene. A street before the brothel.
 
[Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen]
 
FIRST GENTLEMAN
Did you ever hear the like?
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.
 
FIRST GENTLEMAN
But to have divinity preached there, did you ever dream of such a thing?
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
No, no, come, I am for no more bawdy-houses, shall we go hear the vestals sing?
 
FIRST GENTLEMAN
I'll do anything now that is virtuous, but I am out of the road of rutting forever.
 
[Exeunt]