With any fcruple; your Scope is as mine own, As to your foul feems good. Give me your hand; [Exit. A pow'r I have, but of what ftrength and nature Ang. 'Tis fo with me: let us withdraw together, And we may foon our fatisfaction have Touching that point. Efcal. I'll wait upon your Honour. SCENE, The Street. Enter Lucio, and two gentlemen. [Exeunt. Lucio. TF the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to compofition with the King of Hungary, why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King. 1 Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen. Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the fanctimonious Pirate, that went to fea with the ten Commandments, but fcrap'd.one out of the Table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not fteal. Lucio. Ay, that he raz'd. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a Commandment to command the captain and all the reft from their functions; they put forth to steal; there's not a foldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, do relifh the petition well that prays for Peace. 2 Gent. I never heard any foldier diflike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never waft where grace was faid. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. I Gent. What? in meeter? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay, why not? grace is grace, defpight of all controverfies as for example, thou thy felf art a wicked villain, despight of all grace. 1 Gent. Well; there went but a pair of fheers be tween us. Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lifts and the velvet. Thou art the lift. 1 Gent. And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet, thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a lift of an English kerfey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I fpeak feelingly now? Lucio. I think, thou doft; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy fpeech: I will, out of thine own confeffion, learn to begin thy health; but, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee. I Gent. I think, I have done my self wrong, have I not? 2 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether thou art tainted, or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes. 1 Gent, I have purchas'd 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 more. (3) 1 Gent. (3) A French Crown more.] Lucio means here not the piece of mony fo call'd, but that Venerial Scab which among the Surgeons is ftil'd Co rona I Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am found. Lucio. Nay, not as one would fay healthy; but fo found, as things that are hollow, thy bones are hollow; impiety hath made a feast of thee. Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now, which of your hips has the moft profound sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of all. i Gent. Who's that, I pr'ythee? you Bawd. Marry, Sir, that's Claudio; Signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prifon? 'tis not fo. Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis fo; I faw him arrefted; faw him carry'd away; and, which is more, within these three days his head is to be chopt off. Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it fo: art thou fure of this? Bawd. I am too fure of it; and it is for getting madam Julietta with child. Lucio. Believe me, this may be; he promised to meet me two hours fince, and he was ever precise in promife-keeping. 2 Gent. Befides, you know, it draws fomething near to the speech we had to fuch a purpose. 1 Gent. But most of all agreeing with the Proclamation. Lucio. Away, let's go learn the truth of it. rona Veneris. [Exe. To this, I think, our Author likewise makes Quince allude in Midsummer Night's Dream. Some of your French Crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. As B. Jonfon does likewife in Cynthia's Revels. Afot. I, Sir, I'll assure you, tis a Beaver. It coft me eight Crowns but this morning. Amo. After your French Account ? Alot. Yes, Sir. Cri. And fo near his Head? Bebrew me, dangerous. For where thefe Eruptions are, the Skull is carious, and the Party be comes bald. Manet Manet Bawd. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the fweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you? Enter Clown, Clown. Yonder man is carry'd to prison. Clown. A woman. Bawd. But what's his offence? Clown. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What? is there a maid with child by him? Clown. No; but there's a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the Proclamation, have you? Bawd. What Proclamation, man? Clown. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down. Bawd. And what fhall become of thofe in the city? Clown. They fhall stand for feed; they had gone down too, but that a wife burger put in for them. Bawd. But fhall all our houles of refort in the fuburbs be pull'd down? Clown. To the ground, mistress. Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the comman wealth; what fhall become of me? Clown. Come, fear not you; good counsellors lack no clients; though you change your place, you need not change your trade: I'll be your tapiter ftill. Courage, there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn your eyes almoft out in the fervice, you will be confidered. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapfter? let's withdraw. Clown. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provost to prison; and there's Madam Juliet. [Ex. Bawd and Clown. Enter Provoft, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers. and two Gentlemen. Lucio Claud. Fellow, why doft thou show me thus to th' world? Bear Bear me to prifon, where I am committed. Claud. Thus can the Demi-god, Authority, Lucio. Why how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty; As furfeit is the father of much faft, So every scope by the immod❜rate use Lucio. If I could fpeak fo wifely under an arreft, I would fend for certain of my creditors; and yet, to fay the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprisonment: what's thy of fence, Claudio? Claud. What, but to fpeak of, would offend again. Lucio. What is't, murder? Claud. No. Lucio. Letchery? Claud. Call it fo. Prov. Away, Sir, you must go. with you. Lucio, a word Lucio. A hundred; if they'll do you any good: is letchery fo look'd after? Claud. Thus ftands it with me; upon a true contract I got poffeffion of Julietta's bed, (You know the lady,) fhe is faft my wife; Remaining in the coffer of her friends; From whom we thought it meet to hide our love, 'Till time had made them for us. 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