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i Gent. Ay, and more.
but thou art full of error ;
I am sound. Lucio. Nay, not, as one would say, healthy ; but fo found, 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 you all.
i Gent. Who's that, I pr’ythee?
Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis fo; 1 saw him arrested ; saw him carry'd away; and which is more, within these three days his head is to be chopt off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so; art thou sure of this ?
Bawd. I am too fure of it ; and it is for getting Madam Julietta with child.
Lúcio, Believe me, this may be; he promised to meet me two hours fiace, 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. [Exeunr.
Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am cu. stom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you ?
SCENE V. Enter Clown. Clown. Yonder man is carry'd to prison. Bawd. Well; what has he done? Clown, A woman. Bawd. But what's his offence ? Clorun. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. 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 fcab upon the head called Corona Veneris.
Bawd. What proclamation, man?
Clown. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna muft 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 burger put in for them.
Bawd. But shall our houses of resort in the suburbs be pull'd down?
Clown. To the ground, mistress.
Bawd. Why, here's a change indeed in the common. wealth ; 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 fill. 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 Signior 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 dost 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, fo ; yet still 'tis just.. Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this re.
straint ? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty ; As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immod’rate use Turns to restraint: our-natures do pursue (Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,) A thirsty eyil, and when we drink, we die.
Lucio, If I could speak so sely under an arre 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 ftands it with me ; upon a true contract
Lucio. With child, perhaps?
Claud. Unhappily, even fo.
Lucio. I warrant, so it is ; and thy head stands
If she be but in love, may high it off.
Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
(Exeunt. SCENE VII. A Monastery.
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
Fri. May your Grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy Sir, none better knows than you
For so I've strew'd it in the common ear,
Friar. Gladly, my lord.
Duke. We have strict statutes and most biting laws,
Fri, It rested in your Grace
Duke. I fear, too dreadful.