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SCENE 1. An apartinent in the DUKE's palace.
Enter DUKE, ESCALUS, LORDS and Attendants.
as your worth is able,
[Exit an Attendant. (181)
What figure of us think you he will bear?
Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth
Look where he comes.
Now, good my lord,
No more evasion :
How it goes with us, and do look to know
60 Of your commissions. Ang.
Yet give leave, my lord,
Duke. My haste may not admit it;
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes !
Ang. "I'is so with me. Let us withdraw together,
SCENE II. A street.
Enter Lucio and tro 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.
First Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's!
Sec. Gent. Ame:.
Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table. Sec. Gent. “Thou shalt not steal”?
10 Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
First 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.
Sec. Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Lucio. I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where grace was said.
20 Sec. Gent. No? a dozen times at least. First Gint. What, in metre? Lucio. In any proportion or in any language. First Gent. I think, or in any religion.
Lucio. Ay, wliy not? Grace is grace, despite of ali 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 lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
31 First Gent. And thou the velvet : thou art good velvet ; thou’rt a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, 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.
40 First Gent. I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
Sec. Gent. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
Lucio. Behold, behold, where Malam Mitigation comes ! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to
Sec. Gent. To what, I pray ?
First Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in mo; but thou art full of error ; I am sound.
Lucio. Nay, not 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 MISTRESS OVERDONE. First Gent. How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica ?
Mrs. Ov. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
Sec. Gent. Who's that, I
thee? Mrs. Ov. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. First Gent. Claudio to prison ? 'tis not so.
Mrs. Oo. Nay, but I know 'tis so : I saw him arrested, saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped off.
70 Lurio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this?
Mrs. Oo. 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 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.
81 Lucio. Away ! let's go learn the truth of it.
(Ereint Lucio and Gentlemen. Mrs. 00. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows and what with poverty, I am customshrunk.
Pom. Yonder man is carried to prison.
90 Pom. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Mrs. Ov. What, is there a maid with child by him?
Pom. No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you ?
Mrs. Oo. What proclamation, man?
Pom. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
100 Mrs. Ov. And what shall become of those in the city ?
Pom. They shall stand for seed : they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.
Mrs. Ov. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
Pom. To the ground, mistress.
Mrs. Ov. Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth / What shall become of me?
Pom. Come ; fear not you : good counsellors lack no clients : though you change your place, you need not change your trade ; I'll be your tap ter still. ('ourage ! there will