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Lucio. I believe thee; for I think, thou never wast where grace was said.
Enter Mrs. OVERDONE. Fred. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
Over. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.
Lucio. Who's that, I pray thee?
Over. Nay, but I know, 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carry'd away: and, which is more, within these three days, his head is to be chopped off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this?
Over. I am too sure of it: and, they say, it is for getting madam Julietta with child.
Lucio. Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. Away: let's go learn the truth of it.
[Exeunt Lucio, LEOPOLD, and FREDERICK. Over. Thus, what with the war, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk.
How now? What's the news with you?
Pom. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Pom. No: but there's a woman with maid by him : You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
Over. What proclamation, man!
Pom. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
Over. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the commonwealth ! - What's to do here?
Pom. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provost to prison. Over. Let's withdraw.
[Exeunt Mrs. OVERDONE, and POMPEY.
Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, and two APPARITORS. 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.
Enter Lucio, FREDERICK, and LEOPOLD. Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraints
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 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 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. A hundred, if they will do you any good.
Claud. Thus stands it with me:-Upon a true con
Lucio. With child, perhaps?
Claud. Unhappily, even so;
Lucio. I warrant it is, and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milkmaid, if she be in: love, may sigh it off.
Claud. I prythee, 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 her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as moves men; besides, she has a 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 of the like, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I
would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of ticktack. I'll to her.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
POLD, the two APPARITORS, and Lucio.
Isa. Yes, truly : I speak not as desiring more ;
place! Isa. Who's that which calls ?
Fran. It is a man's voice: Gentle Isabella, Turn
you the key, and know his busint ss of him; You may,
may not; you are yet unsworn: When you have vow'd, you must not speak with
men, But in the presence of the prioress. Lucio. [Ringing without.] Peace be in this place!
[Exit FRANCISCA. Isa. Who is't that calls ?
[Opens the door.
Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me,
Isa. Why, her unhappy brother? let me ask ;
know I am that Isabella, and his sister. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets
Isa. Woe me! For what?
Isa. My cousin Juliet?
cousin? Isa. Adoptedly; as school maids change their
names, By vain though apt affection. Lucio. She it is.
Isa. O, let him marry her!
Lucio. This is the point.
very snow broth;
have the grace, by your prayer, To soften Angelo:-And that's my pith Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother.
Isa. Doth he so scek his life?