Though it do well, I do not relish well more, fare well. Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes ! Escal. Lead forth, and bring you back in happi. ness. Duke. I thank you: Fare you well. [Exit. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave I ther, [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Street. 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 the king 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen. upon Hailings. a 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 ? Luciv. Ay, that razed. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to como mand 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. 9 Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy : As for example; Thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. i Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us. 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 pild, as thou art pild, for a French velvet. 2 Do I speak feelingly now? a a 9 Measure. 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. i 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. : а Enter Bawd. i 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. 3 Corona Veneris. 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? Enter Clown. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. Bawd. Well; what has he done? Clo. A woman. Bawd. But what's his offence ? Cl. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; bụt there's a woman with maid by him : You have not heard of the proclamation, have you ? 4 The sweating sickness. a 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. [Ereunt, SCENE III. The same. Enter Provost, 4 CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; Lucio, and two Gentlemen. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to tho world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed. 4 Gaoler, |