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With any scruple ; your Scope is as minc own,
Ang. The heav'ns give safety to your purposes!
. Lead forth, and bring you back in happiness! Duke. I thank you, fare you
[Exit. Escal. I shall desire you, Sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my Place: A pow'r I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.
Ang. 'Tis so with me: let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point.
Escal. I'll wait upon your Honour. [Exeunt.
SCENE, The Street,
Enter Lucio, and two gentlemen. Lucio. F the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not
to composition with the King of Hungary, why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King.
i Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Amen.
Lucio. Thou conclud't like the fan&imonious Pirate, that went to sea with the ten Commandments, but scrap'd.one out of the Table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal. Lucio. Ay, that he raz'd.
i Gent. Why, 'twas a Commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal; there's not a soldier of us all, that,
in the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for Peace.
2 Gent. I never heard any soldier diflike it.
Lucio. I believe thee: for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
I Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay, why not? grace is grace, despight of all controversie; as for example, thou thy self art a wicked villain, despight of all grace.
i Gent. Well; there went but a pair of sheers between us.
Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lifts and the velvet. Thou art che lift.
I Gent. And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet; thou’rt a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee : I had as ļief be a list of an Englise kersey, as be pild, as thou art pild, 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, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee.
i Gent. I think, I have done my self wrong, have y not?
2 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether chou art tainted, or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes.
i Gent, I have purchas'd as many diseases under hoc roof, as come to
2 Gent. To what, I pray?
(3) A French Crown more.] Lucio means here not the piece of mony fo callid, but that Venorial Scab which among the Surgeons is stil'd Co
i Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am sound.
Lucio. Nay, not as one would say healthy; but so found, as things that are hollows thy bones are hol. low; impiety hath made a feast of thee.
Enter Bawd. i 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 you all.
i Gent. Who's that, I proythee?
Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'ris so; I saw him arrested; saw 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 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 to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping
2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws fomething near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
i Gent. But most of all agreeing with the Proclamation.
Lucio. Away, let's go learn the truth of it. [Exe. Tora Veneris.
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. Jonson does likewife in Cynthia's Revels.
Afot. 1, Sir, Ill assure you, tis a Beaver. It cost me eight Crowuns but this morning
Amo. After your French Account?
Cri. And so near his Head? - Befbreav me, dangerous.
Manet Bawd. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with pover
I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you?
Enter Clown. Clown. Yonder man is carry'd to prison. Bawd. Well, what has he done? 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 shall become of those in the city?
Clown. They shall stand for seed; they had gone down too, but that a wise burger put in for them.
Bawd. But shall all our houles of resort in the suburbs be pull'd down?
Clown. To the ground, mistress.
Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the comman wçalth; 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 taptter 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 chere's Madam Juliet.
[Ex. Bawd and Clown. Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers. Lucio
and two Gentlemen. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to thi 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 juft. Lucio. Why how now, Claudio? wbence comes this
restraint ? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty; As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immod’rate 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 arreft, 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 of. fence, Claudio ?
Claud. What, but to speak of, would offend again.
Lucio, a word
tract 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,