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Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the common-wealth ; what shall 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 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.
Clown. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet.
[Exeunt Bawd and Clown. SCÈN E VI. Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers. Lucio
and two Gentlemen.
Prov. I do it not in evil disposition,
Claud. 3 Thus can the Demi-god, Authority,
3 Thus can the Demi-god, Authority,
Make us pay down, for our offence, by weight
On whom it will not, fo ; yet fill 'tis juft. ] The wrong pointing of the second line hath made the passage unintelligible. There ought to be a full stop at weight. And the sense of the whole is this : The Demi-god, Authority, makes us pay the full penalty of our offence, and its decrees are as little to be questioned as the words of heaven, which pronounces its pleasure thus, - I punila and remit punifoment according to my own uncontroulable will; and
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio ? whence comes this restraint?
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty ;
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 ?
Claud. What, but to speak of, would offend again.
Claud. Thus stands it with me ; upon a true contract
get who can say what doft thou. Make us pay down, for our offence, by weight, is a fine expression, to fignify paying the full penalty. The metaphor is taken from paying money by weight, which is always exaci ; not so by tale, on account of the practice of diminishing the species.
The stealth of our + moft mutual entertainment,
Lucio. With child, perhaps ?
Claud. 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 publick 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 th' enrolled penalties, Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by th' wall So long, that nineteen Zodiacks have gone round, And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Now
puts the drowsie and neglected Act Freshly in me ; 'tis surely, for a name.
Lucio. I warrant, it is; and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the Duke, and appeal
Claud. Í have done so, but he's not to be found. I pr’ythee, 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 ftrict Deputy ; bid her self affay him; I have great hope in that; for in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as moves men! beside, she hath prosp'rous art
4 moft mutual - i.e. moft intimate. The phrase is extremely elegant on this occasion; yet disliked by the Oxford Editor, who lirikes out moft.
When she will play with reason and discourse,
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.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
A MO N A S T E R 7.
Enter Duke, and Friar Thomas.
Fri. May your Grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy Sir, none better knows than you,
(A man of strict ure and firm abstinence)
5. A man of STRICTURE and firm abstinence] Arifure makes no sense in this place. We should read,
A man of STRICT URE and form abstinence. i.e, a man of the exa&teft conduct, and practised in the fubdual of his passions. Ure an old word for use, practice, so enur'd, habiçuated to.
And so it is receiv'd: now, pious Sir,
Fri. Gladly, my lord.
Duke. We have strict Statutes and most biting Laws, 6 (The needful bits and curbs for head-strong Steeds) Which for these nineteen years 7 we have let sleep; Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, That goes not out
to prey : now, as fond fathers
Fri. It rested in your Grace
Duke. I do fear, too dreadful.
6 The needful bits and curbs for head rong WEEDS, ] Common fense, and the integrity of the metaphor, shews that Shakespear wrote headArong STBEDS. 7
We have let SLIP ;