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	[Enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen]

LUCIO: If the duke with the other dukes come not to
	composition with the King of Hungary, why then all
	the dukes fall upon the king.

First Gentleman: Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of

Second Gentleman: Amen.

LUCIO: Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that
	went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped
	one out of the table.

Second Gentleman: 'Thou shalt not steal'?

LUCIO: Ay, that he razed.

First Gentleman: Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and
	all the rest from their functions: they put forth
	to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in
	the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition
	well that prays for peace.

Second Gentleman: I never heard any soldier dislike it.

LUCIO: I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where
	grace was said.

Second Gentleman: No? a dozen times at least.

First Gentleman: What, in metre?

LUCIO: In any proportion or in any language.

First Gentleman: I think, or in any religion.

LUCIO: Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all
	controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a
	wicked villain, despite of all grace.

First Gentleman: Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.

LUCIO: I grant; as there may between the lists and the
	velvet. Thou art the list.

First Gentleman: And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt
	a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief
	be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou
	art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak
	feelingly now?

LUCIO: I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful
	feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own
	confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I
	live, forget to drink after thee.

First Gentleman: I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?

Second Gentleman: Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.

LUCIO: Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! I
	have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to--

Second Gentleman: To what, I pray?

LUCIO: Judge.

Second Gentleman: To three thousand dolours 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?

MISTRESS OVERDONE: Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried
	to prison was worth five thousand of you all.

Second Gentleman: Who's that, I pray thee?

MISTRESS OVERDONE: Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.

First Gentleman: Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: 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?

MISTRESS OVERDONE: 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

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.

	[Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen]

MISTRESS OVERDONE: Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what
	with the gallows and what with poverty, I am

	[Enter POMPEY]

	How now! what's the news with you?

POMPEY: Yonder man is carried to prison.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: Well; what has he done?

POMPEY: A woman.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: But what's his offence?

POMPEY: Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: What, is there a maid with child by him?

POMPEY: No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have
	not heard of the proclamation, have you?

MISTRESS OVERDONE: What proclamation, man?

POMPEY: All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: And what shall become of those in the city?

POMPEY: They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too,
	but that a wise burgher put in for them.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be
	pulled down?

POMPEY: To the ground, mistress.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!
	What shall become of me?

POMPEY: Come; fear you not: 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.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw.

POMPEY: Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to
	prison; and there's Madam Juliet.


	[Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers]

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 demigod 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.

	[Re-enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen]

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 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?


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 look'd 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.

LUCIO: With child, perhaps?

CLAUDIO: Unhappily, even so.
	And the new deputy now for the duke--
	Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness,
	Or whether that the body public be
	A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
	Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
	He can command, lets it straight feel the spur;
	Whether the tyranny be in his place,
	Or in his emmence that fills it up,
	I stagger in:--but this new governor
	Awakes me all the enrolled penalties
	Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall
	So long that nineteen zodiacs have gone round
	And none of them been worn; and, for a name,
	Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
	Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name.

LUCIO: I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on
	thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love,
	may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to

CLAUDIO: I have done so, but he's not to be found.
	I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:
	This day my sister should the cloister enter
	And there receive her approbation:
	Acquaint her with the danger of my state:
	Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
	To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him:
	I have great hope in that; for in her youth
	There is a prone and speechless dialect,
	Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art
	When she will play with reason and discourse,
	And well she can persuade.

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.

CLAUDIO: I thank you, good friend Lucio.

LUCIO: Within two hours.

CLAUDIO:                   Come, officer, away!



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