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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.
1 Gent. 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. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee?
Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio. 1 Gent. 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's 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.
2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
Lucio. Away; lets go learn the truth of it.
[Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. 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
Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Bawd. Well; what has he done?
Clo. A woman.
Bawd. But what's his offence?
Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by him : You have not heard of the proclamation, have you? Bawd. What proclamation, man?
Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down.
Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city? Clo. 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 pull'd down?
Clo. To the ground, mistress.
Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the commonwealth! What shall become of me?
Clo. 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.
Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt
SCENE III.-The same.
Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; Lucio, and two Gentlemen.
Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority,
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint?
Claud. 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,
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 ?
Claud. What, but to speak of would offend again. Lucio. What is it? murder?
Claud. Call it so.
Prov. Away, sir; you must go.
Claud. One word, good friend :-Lucio, a word with
[Takes him aside.
Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so look'd after?
Claud. Thus stands it with me:-Upon a true contrách,
I got possession of Julietta's bed;
You know the lady; she is fast
Save that we do th' denunciation lack
Of outward order: this we came not to,
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.
Claud. Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke,—
A horse, whereon the governor doth ride
He can command, lets it straight feel the spur:
Or in his eminence that fills it up,
I stagger in:-But this new governor
Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by th' wall
Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
Freshly on me :-'tis surely, for a name.
Lucio. I warrant, it is: and toy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him.
Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found.
Acquaint her with the danger of my state;
Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous art
Lucio. I pray, she may as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition; as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Lucio. Within two hours,
Claud. Come, officer, away.
SCENE IV-A monastery.
Enter DUKE and Friar Thomas.
Duke. No, holy father, throw away that thought; Believe not that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a cómplete bosom: why I desire thee