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FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dollars a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more.
LUCIO. A French crown more.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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 has made a feast of thee.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
BAWD. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Who's that, I pray thee?
BAWD. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so.
BAWD. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped 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.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. But most of all agreeing with the proclamation.
LUCIO. Away; let's go learn the truth of it.
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. Yonder man is carried 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?
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 plucked 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 all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled 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 Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there's Madam Juliet.
CLAUDIO. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
PROVOST. I do it not in evil disposition, But from Lord Angelo by special charge.
CLAUDIO. Thus can the demi-god Authority Make us pay down for our offence by weight.-- The words of heaven;--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?
CLAUDIO. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty: As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,-- Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,-- A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
LUCIO. 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?
CLAUDIO. What but to speak of would offend again.
LUCIO. What, is't murder?
CLAUDIO. No.
LUCIO. Lechery?
CLAUDIO. Call it so.
PROVOST. Away, sir; you must go.
CLAUDIO. One word, good friend.--Lucio, a word with you.
LUCIO. A hundred, if they'll do you any good. Is lechery so lookeed after?
CLAUDIO. Thus stands it with me:--Upon a true contract I got possession of Julietta's bed: You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order;: this we came not to Only for propagation of a dower Remaining in the coffer of her friends; From whom we thought it meet to hide our love Till time had made them for us. But it chances The stealth of our most mutual entertainment, With character too gross, is writ on Juliet.
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