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What doth befal you here. So fare you well.
Ang. Yet give leave, my lord,
That we may bring you fomething on the way.
Nor need you, on mine honour, haye to do
Efcal. I fhall defire you, Sir, to give me leave To have free fpeech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place:
A pow'r I have, but of what strength and nature
Ang. 'Tis fo with me: let us withdraw together,
Efcal. I'll wait upon your honour.
SCENE III. The Street.
Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen.
Lucio. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to compofition with the King of Hungary, why then all the Dukes fall upon the King.
1 Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Amen!
Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the fanctimonious pyrate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but fcrap'd one out of the table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal?
Lucio. Ay, that he raz'd.
1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the reft from their functions; they put forth to fteal: there's not a foldier of us all, that in the thanksgiving after meat doth relish the petition well that prays for Peace.
2 Gent. I never heard any foldier diflike it.
Lucio. I believe thee: for I think thou never waft where grace was said.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
I Gent. What? in meeter?
Lucio. Not in any profeffion, or in any language, I think, or in any religion.
2 Gent. And why not? grace is grace, defpight of all controverfie.
Lucio. As for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, defpight of all grace.
2 Gent. Well; there went but a pair of fheers between
Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lifts and the velvet. Thou art the lift.
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 lift of an English kerfey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I fpeak feelingly now?
Lucio. I think thou doft; and indeed with most painful feeling of thy fpeech: I will, out of thine own confeffion, learn to begin thy health; but, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee.
2 Gent. I think I have done myself wrong, have I not? 1 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether thou art tainted, or free.
SCENE IV. Bawd, coming at a distance. Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes. 1 Gent. I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof,
as come to
2 Gent. To what, pray?
1 Gent. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars * a year.
A quibble intended between dollars and dolos.
1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown more
1 Gent. Thou art always figuring difeafes in me; but 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 feaft of thee.
1 Gent. How now, which of your hips has the moft profound sciatica ? [To the Bawd. Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrefted, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pr'ythee?
Bawd. Marry, Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.
Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis fo; I saw him arrested faw him carry'd away; and which is more, within these three days his head is to be chept 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 speech we had to fuch a purpose.
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 cu→ ftom-fhrunk. 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?
Clown. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
Bawd. What? is there a maid with child by him?
Bawd. What proclamation, man?
Clown. All houses in the fuburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down.
Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city? Clorin, They fhall ftand for feed; they had gone down too, but 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.
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 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. [Ex. 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?
Claud, Thus can the Demi-god Authority
Lucio, Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this
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 fay the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the
morality of imprisonment: what's thy offence, Claudio?
Claud. No. :
Prov. Away, Sir, you must go.
Claud. One word, good friend: Lucio, a word with you.
Claud. Thus ftands it with me; upon a true contract
You know the lady, fhe is faft my wife,
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,
I ftagger in: but) this new governor
Which have like unscour'd armour hung by th' wall
Lucio. I warrant, so it is; and thy head ftands