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2 Gent. And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet; thou’rt a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pild, as thou art pild, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
Lucio. I think, thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
2 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong, have I not?
Bawd, coming at a distance.
i Gent. I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof, as come to
2 Gent. To what, pray ?
I Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am sound.
Lucio. Nay, not, as one would say, healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow; impiety hath made a feast of thee.
I Gent. How now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica ?
[To the bawd. Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of
all. i Gent. Who's that, I pr’ythee? Bawd. Marry, fir, that's Claudio, fignior Claudio. i Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so. Bawd. Nay, but I know ’tis so; I saw hiin arrested; saw hiin
* A quibble intended between dollars and dolours.
carry'd away; and, which is more, within these three days his head is to be chop'd off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: art thou sure of this ?
Bawd. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting madam Julietta with child.
Lucio. Believe me, this may be; he promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.
2 Gent. Besides, you know it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
i Gent. But most of all agreeing with the proclamation. Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it. [Exeunt.
Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you?
Clown. No; but there's a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
Bawd. What proclamation, man?
Clown. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down.
Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city?
Clown. They shall stand for seed; they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.
Bawd. But shall our houses of resort in the fuburbs be pullid down? Clown. To the ground, mistress.
Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the commonwealth; what shall become of me?
Clown. Come, fear not you; good counsellors lack no clients; though you change your place, you need not change your trade: I'll be your tapster still. Courage; there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.
Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas tapster ? let's withdraw. Clown. Here comes fignior Claudio
, led by the provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet. [Exe. bawd and clown.
SCENE VI. Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers. Lucio, and two
Gentlemen, Claud. Fellow, why doft thou show me thus to th’ world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
Prov. I do it not in evil disposition, But from lord Angelo by special charge.
Claud. Thus can the demi-god authority Make us pay down, for our offence, by weight; I'th' words of heav’n, on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint?
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty;
Lució. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors; and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprisonment: what's thy offence, Claudio ?
Claud. What but to speak of would offend again..
Lucio. A hundred; if they'll do you any good:
Claud. Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
Lucio. With child, perhaps ?
Claud. Unhappily, even so.
So tickle on thy shoulders, that a milkmaid,
Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
S CE N E VII.
Enter Duke, and. Friar Thomas.
Believe not that the dribbling dart of love