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thinè 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' more.

1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me: but thou art full of error; 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.

Enter Bawd. 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. 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 chop

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

(1) Corona Veneris.

you all.

ped off.

you?

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 ;? what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with

Enter Clown.
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?

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 commonwealth! 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

(1) The sweating sickness.

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. [Êxe.

SCENE III.-The same. Enter Provost, Clau

dio, Juliet, and Officers ; Lucio, and two Gentlemen. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me, thus to

the world? 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 demi-god, Authority, Make us pay down for our offence by weight. --, The words of heaven ;-on whom it will, it will ; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.

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, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint : our natures do pursue (Like rats that ravin2 down their proper bane,) À thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die.

Lucio. If I could speak só 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.
Lucio. What is it? murder ?
Claud. No.
Lucio. Lechery?
Claud. Call it so.
Prov. Away, sir; you must go.

(1) Gaoler. (2) Voraciously devour.

with you.

Claud. One word, good friend :-Lucio, a word

(Takes him aside. 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, 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, 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,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: 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 zodiacsl 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 tickle2 on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him.

(1) Yearly circles.

(2) Ticklish.

Claud. I 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 strict deputy; bid herself assay him; I have great hope in that: for in ber youth There is a prone2 and speechless dialect, Such asmoves men; besides, she hath prosperous art 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.
Lucio. Within two hours,

Claud. Come, officer, away. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-A monastery. Enter Duke and

Friar Thomas. Duke. No; holy father; throw away that thought; Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom :3 why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth. Fri.

May your grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you
How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd;4
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies,
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.5
I have delivered to lord Angelo
(A man of stricture, 6 and firm abstinence,)

(1) Enter on her probation. (2) Prompt.
(3) Completely armed. (4) Retired.
(5) Showy dress resides. (6) Strictness.

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