ACT I put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all SEC. GENT. I never heard any soldier dislike it. SEC. GENT. No? a dozen times at least. FIRST GENT. What, in metre? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language! FIRST GENT. I think, or in any religion. 20 Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy. As, for example: thou thyself art a wicked 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 list and the velvet. Thou art the list. 2 30 FIRST 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 list of an English kersey1 as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? 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. 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. Enter Bawd. LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! roof, as come to— SEC. GENT. To what, I pray? FIRST GENT. 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. 1 good plain honest stuff. 2 depilated. 3 morbus Gallicus. Lucio. Nay, not (as one would say) healthy; but so sound FIRST GENT. [to MRS. OVERDONE.] How now! Which 60 SEC. GENT. Who's that, I pray thee? Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. BAWD. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam 69 Lucio. Believe me, this may be: he promis'd to meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise in promisekeeping. 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. LUCIO. Away; let's go learn the truth of it. [Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. BAWD. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat,1 what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with 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 ? 81 CLO. No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You 1 sweating-sickness. 90 ACT I CLO. All houses in the Suburbs of Vienna must be BAWD. And what shall become of those in the City ? BAWD. But shall all our houses of resort in the Suburbs CLO. To the ground, Mistress. BAWD. Why, here's a change indeed in the Commonwealth! What shall become of me? 100 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 consider'd. 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. [exeunt. SCENE III. The Same. Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, Officers, Lucio, CLAUD. Fellow, why dost thou shew me thus to the world? PROV. I do it not in evil disposition, But from Lord Angelo by special charge. restraint? CLAUD. From too much liberty, my Lucio-liberty! As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope1 by the immoderate use 1 indulgence. (Like rats that ravin1 down their proper bane) A thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die. 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! LUCIO. What is it? murder? CLAUD. No. Lucio. Lechery ? CLAUD. Call it so. PROV. Away, Sir: you must go. 20 CLAUD. One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you. [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. Remaining in the coffer of her friends, From whom we thought it meet to hide our love 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 : A horse whereon the Governor doth ride, 31 40 50 ACT I 1 guttle. I: II 2 publication. 3 increase. 229 ACT I Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall bluew Lucio. I warrant it is; and thy head stands so tickle1 on thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love, CLAUD. I have done so, but he's not to be found. 60 Acquaint her with the danger of my state; There is a prone and speechless dialect/10 71 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, which 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. Pod Enter DUKE and FRIAR THOMAS. DUKE. No, holy Father; throw away that thought: Of burning youth. 1 gingerly. 2 enter on her novitiate. 3 apt. 4 (archery) short-shot. |