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 upon the king.

_First Gent._ Heaven grant us its peace, but not the

King of Hungary's! 5

_Sec. Gent._ Amen.

_Lucio._ Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate,

that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped

one out of the table.

_Sec. Gent._ 'Thou shalt not steal'? 10

_Lucio._ Ay, that he razed.

_First 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, do relish the petition well that 15

prays for peace.

_Sec. Gent._ I never heard any soldier dislike it.

_Lucio._ I believe thee; for I think thou never wast

where grace was said.

_Sec. Gent._ No? a dozen times at least. 20

_First Gent._ What, in metre?

_Lucio._ In any proportion or in any language.

_First 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 25

villain, despite of all grace.

_First Gent._ 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. 30

_First Gent._ 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 35

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 Gent._ I think I have done myself wrong, have

I not? 40

_Sec. 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-- 45

_Sec. Gent._ To what, I pray?

_Lucio._ Judge.

_Sec. Gent._ To three thousand dolours a year.

_First Gent._ Ay, and more.

_Lucio._ A French crown more. 50

_First 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 so

sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow;

impiety has made a feast of thee. 55

_Enter MISTRESS OVERDONE._

_First Gent._ How now! which of your hips has the

most profound sciatica?

_Mrs Ov._ Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and

carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.

_Sec. Gent._ Who's that, I pray thee? 60

_Mrs Ov._ Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.

_First Gent._ Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.

_Mrs Ov._ 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. 65

_Lucio._ But, after all this fooling, I would not have it

so. Art thou sure of this?

_Mrs Ov._ 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 70

me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.

_Sec. Gent._ Besides, you know, it draws something near

to the speech we had to such a purpose.

_First Gent._ But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. 75

_Lucio._ Away! let's go learn the truth of it.

[_Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen._

_Mrs Ov._ Thus, what with the war, what with the

sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am

custom-shrunk. 80

_Enter POMPEY._

How now! what's the news with you?

_Pom._ Yonder man is carried to prison.

_Mrs Ov._ Well; what has he done?

_Pom._ A woman.

_Mrs Ov._ But what's his offence? 85

_Pom._ Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

_Mrs Ov._ What, is there a maid with child by him?

_Pom._ No, but there's a woman with maid by him.

You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?

_Mrs Ov._ What proclamation, man? 90

_Pom._ All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be

plucked down.

_Mrs Ov._ And what shall become of those in the city?

_Pom._ They shall stand for seed: they had gone down

too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. 95

_Mrs Ov._ But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs

be pulled down?

_Pom._ To the ground, mistress.

_Mrs Ov._ Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!

What shall become of me? 100

_Pom._ 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. 105

_Mrs Ov._ What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's

withdraw.

_Pom._ Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost

to prison; and there's Madam Juliet. [_Exeunt._

_Enter PROVOST, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and _Officers_._

_Claud._ Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? 110

Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

_Prov._ I do it not in evil disposition,

But from Lord Angelo by special charge.

_Claud._ Thus can the demigod Authority

Make us pay down for our offence by weight 115

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?

_Claud._ From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:

As surfeit is the father of much fast, 120

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 125

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't murder? 130

_Claud._ No.

_Lucio._ Lechery?

_Claud._ Call it so.

_Prov._ Away, sir! you must go.

_Claud._ One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you. 135

_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 contract

I got possession of Julietta's bed:

You know the lady; she is fast my wife, 140

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 145

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?

_Claud._ Unhappily, even so.

And the new Deputy now for the Duke,-- 150

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; 155

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 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 165

on thy shoulders, that a milkmaid, 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.

I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:

This day my sister should the cloister enter 170

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 175

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 180

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. 185

_Lucio._ Within two hours.

_Claud._ Come, officer, away!

[_Exeunt._

NOTES: I, 2.

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