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Though it do well, I do not relish well
Duke. I thank
you: Fare you well.
A power I have; but of what strength and nature
Ang. "Tis so with me:-Let us withdraw toge
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Touching that point.
I'll wait upon your honour.
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,
1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Amen.
Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
1 Gent. 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, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace.
2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
1 Gent. What? in metre?
Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. 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.
1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us. I
Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list.
1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art 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?
1 A cut of the same cloth.
2 A jest on the loss of hair by the French disease.
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.
1 Gent, I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not?
2 Gent. 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―
2 Gent. To what, I pray?
́1 Gent. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year.
1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown 3 more.
1 Gent. 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 sore sound, asthings 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
1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee ?
Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio.
3 Corona Veneris.
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; let's go learn the truth of it.
[Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, 4 what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you?
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?
* The sweating sickness.
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 com❤ monwealth! 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,
Enter Provost, 4 CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; Lucro, and two Gentlemen.
Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.