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1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown more *.
1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; thou art full of error; I am found.
Lucio. Nay, not, as one would fay, healthy; but fo found, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow; impiety hath made a feast of thee.
iGent. How now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica ? [To the Bawd. Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrefted, and carry'd to prifon, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pr'ythee?
Bawd, Marry, Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. 1 Gent, Claudio to prifon? 'tis not fo.
Bard. Nay, but I know 'tis fo; I faw him arrefted; faw him carry'd away; and which is more, within thefe three days his head is to be chopt off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it' fo; art thou fure of this?
Bawd. I am too fure of it; and it is for getting Madam Julietta with child.
Lucio. Believe me, this may be; he promised to meet me two hours fince, and he was ever precife in promife-keeping. 2 Gent. Befides, you know it draws fomething near to the fpeech we had to fuch a purpose.
1 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 fweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am cuftom-fhrunk. How now? what's the news with you? SCENE V. Enter Clown.
Clown, Yonder man is carry'd to prifon.
Clown. A woman.
Bard. But what's his offence?
Clown. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bard. What? is there a maid with child by him? Clown. No; but there's a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you ?
Alluding to the venereal scab upon the head call'd Corona Veneris.
Bawd. What proclamation, man?
Clown. All houfes in the fuburbs of Vienna muft be pluck'd down.
Bawd. And what shall become of thofe in the city? Clown. They fhall ftand for feed; they had gone down too, but that a wife burger put in for them.
Bawd. But fhall our houfes of refort in the fuburbs be pull'd down?
Clown. To the ground, mistress,
Barud. Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth; what fhall 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 tapfter ftill. Courage, there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn your eyes almoft out in the fervice, you will be confidered.
Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapfter? let's withdraw. Clown. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provoft to prifon; and there's Madam Juliet. [Exe. Bawd and Clown. SCENE VI. Enter Provoft, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers. Lucio and two Gentlemen.
Claud. Fellow, why doft thou show me thus to th' world-? Bear me to prifon, where I am committed. Prov. I do it not in evil difpofition, But from lord Angelo by fpecial 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, fo; yet ftill 'tis juft.
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this re
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty;
Lucio. If I could fpeak fo wifely under an arreft, I would fend 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 fpeak of would offend again. Lucio. What is't, murder?
Claud. Call it fo.
Prov. Away, Sir, you must go.
Claud. One word, good friend: Lucio, a word with you.
Is letchery fo look'd after?
Claud. Thus ftands it with me; upon a true contract I got poffeffion of Julietta's bed,
You know the lady, fhe is faft my wife,
Save that we do the denunciation lack
Of outward order. This we came not to,
From whom we thought it meet to hide our love
And the new Deputy now for the Duke,
Iftagger in: but) this new governor
Which have like unfcour'd armour hung by th' wall
Lucio. I warrant, fo it is; and thy head stands
If the be but in love, may figh it off.
Claud. I have done fo, but he's not to be found.
Lucio. I pray the may;
As well for the encouragement of the like,
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Claud. Come, officer, away.
SCENE VII. A Monaftery.
Duke. No; holy father, throw away that thought,
Fri. May your Grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy Sir, none better knows than you
(A man of stricture and firm abftinence)
For fo I've ftrew'd it in the common ear,
Duke. We have ftrict ftatutes and most biting laws,
That goes not out to prey now, as fond fathers
Fri. It refted in your Grace
T'unloofe this ty'd-up juftice, when you pleas'd:
Duke. I fear, too dreadful.
Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope,
Who may in th' ambush of my name ftrike home,