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BEGBICK: What are you moaning about? You’re being paid by the hour, aren’t you?

GALY GAY: That’ll be three hours then.

BEGBICK: You’ll get your money. This is a road that hardly anyone uses. A woman might have a hard time resisting a man that wished to embrace her.

GALY GAY: In your profession as a canteen owner always involved with soldiers, who are the worst people in the world, you must know certain holds.

BEGBICK: Ah, sir, you must never say such things to a woman. Certain words put women in a state when their blood gets aroused.

GALY GAY: I am only a simple porter from the harbour.

BEGBICK: It will be roll-call for the new lot in a few minutes. You can hear the drums already. At this hour there’s not a soul on the road.

GALY GAY: If it’s really as late as all that I’ll have to