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  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

    Hungary's!

  SECOND GENTLEMAN. Amen.

  LUCIO. Thou conclud'st like the sanctimonious pirate that went

to

    sea with the Ten Commandments, but scrap'd one out of the

table.

  SECOND GENTLEMAN. 'Thou shalt not steal'?

  LUCIO. Ay, that he raz'd.

  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-pil'd piece, I warrant thee. I had as lief be a list

of

    an English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, 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

    purchas'd as many diseases under her roof as come to-

  SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what, I pray?

  FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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?

  MRS. OVERDONE. 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?

  MRS. OVERDONE. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.

  FIRST GENTLEMAN. Claudio to prison? 'Tis not so.

  MRS. 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 chopp'd off.

  LUCIO. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art

    thou sure of this?

  MRS. OVERDONE. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting Madam

    Julietta with child.

  LUCIO. Believe me, this may be; he promis'd 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.

  MRS. OVERDONE. 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?

  POMPEY. Yonder man is carried to prison.

  MRS. OVERDONE. Well, what has he done?

  POMPEY. A woman.

  MRS. OVERDONE. But what's his offence?

  POMPEY. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

  MRS. 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?

  MRS. OVERDONE. What proclamation, man?

  POMPEY. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd

down.

  MRS. 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.

  MRS. OVERDONE. But shall all our houses of resort in the

suburbs be

    pull'd down?

  POMPEY. To the ground, mistress.

  MRS. OVERDONE. Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!

    What shall become of me?

  POMPEY. 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.

  MRS. 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. Exeunt

  CLAUDIO. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to th' 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.

  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

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 dow'r

    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 eminence 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 th' 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 him.

  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. Exeunt