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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 customshrunk. How now? What's the news with you?
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 plucked 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 pulled 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 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 seignior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet.
down. All house proclamaroclamatio with higher
SCENE III. The same. Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, 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,
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 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.
[Takes him aside. Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.Is lechery so looked 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.
Or in his eminence that fills it up,
Lucio. I warrant, it is : and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him.
Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found.
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.
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: why I desire thee To give me secret harbor, 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,
of me grave andret harbor,som; why Ida
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.
Fri. Gladly, my lord.
Duke. We have strict statutes and most biting laws,
It rested in your grace
I do fear, too dreadful :
SCENE V. A Nunnery.
Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA.
Isab. Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;
Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within.
Who's that which calls? Fran. It is a man's voice: gentle Isabella, Turn you the key, and know his business of him; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn: When you have vowed, you must not speak with men, But in the presence of the prioress: Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you, answer him. [Exit FRANCISCA.
Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls ?
proccio. Hail, viso: Enter Lit
Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses
Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask;
Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: Not to be weary with you, he's in prison,
Isab. Woe me! For what?
Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his judge,
Isab. Sir, make me not your story.
It is true
Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.