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What figure of us think you he will bear?
Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth
Look, where he comes.
For high purposes.
So much thy own property.
Now, good my lord,
No more evasion :
Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way.
Duke. My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple: your scope* is as mine own; So to enforce, or qualify the laws, As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; I'll privily away: I love the people, Bat do not like to stage me to their eyes: Though it do well, I do not relish well, Their loud applause, and avest vehement; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion, That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
Ang. The heavens give safely to your purposes ! Escal. 'Lead forth, and bring you back in happiness. Duke I thank you: fare you well.
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen. Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not to composition with the king of Hungary, why, then all the dukes fall upon the king.
1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's !
2 Gent. Amen.
Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal ? Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
1 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 thanksgiviug before meat, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace.
2 Gent, I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in metre? Lucio. In any proportion*, or in any language, 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.
Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as for example; thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.
1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us.
Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: thou art the list.
1 Gent. And thou the velvet : thou art good vel. vet; thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvett. 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.
1 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. Thou art always figuring diseases in me: but thou art full of error; I am sound.
Lucio. Nay, pot 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,
. A cut of the same cloth.
and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.
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 ar. rested ; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped 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 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.
[Ereunt 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 you?
Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by him: you have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
Bawd. What proclamation, man?
# The sweating sickness.