ry, I am custom fhrunk. How now, what's the news with you? SCENE V, Enter Clown. Clown. Yonder man is carried to prifon, 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 houfes in the fuburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down. Bawd. And what fhall become of thofe in the city? Clown. They fhall stand for feed; they had gone down too, but that a wife burgher put in for them. Bawd. But fhall all our houses of refort in the fuburbs be pull'd down? Clown. To the ground, mistress. Bawd. Why here's a change, indeed, in the common-wealth. 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 tapfter ftill. Courage, there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn your eyes almoft out in the fervice, you will be confidered. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapfter? let's withdraw. Clown. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the proyoft to prison; and there's Madam Juliet. [Exit Bawd and Clown. VOL. I. T SCENE SCENE VI. Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers. Lucio and two Gentlemen. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to th world? Bear me to prifon, where I am committed. Claud. Thus can the Demi-god, Authority, 3 Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this reftraint? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty; As furfeit is the father of much fast, So ev'ry scope by the immoderate use Lucio. If I could speak fo wifely under an arrest, I would fend for certain of my creditors; and 3 Thus can the Demi god, Authority, Make us pay down, for our of fence, by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, fo; yet fill tis juft.] The wrong pointing of the fecond line hath made the paffage unintelligible. There ought to be a full ftop at weight. And the fenfe of the whole is this: The Demi-god, Authority, makes us pay the full penalty of our offence, and its decrees are as little yet, to Make to be questioned as the words of fay 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 fpeak of, would offend again, Lucio. What is't, murder? Claud. No. Lucio. Letchery? Claud. Call it fo. Prov. Away, Sir, you must go. Claud. One word, good friend:Lucio, a word with you. Lucio. A hundred; if they'll do you any good. Is letchery fo look'd after? Claud. Thus ftands it with me; upon a true cont tract I got poffeffion of Julietta's bed, (You know the lady) fhe is faft my wife? Save that we do the denunciation lack Remaining in the coffer of her friends; From whom we thought it meet to hide our love, Claud. Unhappily, even fo. And the new Deputy now for the Duke, (Whether it be the fault, and glimpfe, of newness 4 Or whether that the body public be A horfe whereon the Governor doth ride, 4the fault and glimpse of newness] Fault and glimpje have fo little relation to each other, that both can fearcely be right; we may read flash for fault. Or in his eminence that fills it up, I ftagger in:) but this new Governor Which have, like unfcour'd armour, hung by th’wall Freshly on me. 'Tis, furely, for a name. Lucio. I warrant, it is. And thy head ftands fo tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may figh it off. Send after the Duke, and appeal to him. Claud. I have done fo, but he's not to be found. Such as moves men! befide, fhe hath profp'rous art And well the can perfuade. Lucio. I pray, the may; as well for the encouragement of the like, which elfe would ftand under grievous impofition; 7 as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be forry fhould be thus foolishly loft at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her. Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. Claud. Come, officer, away. Duke. Enter Duke, and Friar Thomas. O; holy father--Throw [Exeunt. No ho father. Throw away that thought- Believe not, that the dribbling dart of love 9 Can pierce a compleat bofom; why I defire thee To give me fecret harbour, 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, How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd; And held in idle price to haunt Affemblies, A man of stricture and firm abftinence 9 7-under grievous impofition.] I once thought it should be inquifition, but the prefent reading is probably right. The crime would be under grievous penalties imposed. 8 Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a compleat bosom.—] Think not that a breaft compleatly armed can be pierced by the dart of love that comes fluttering without force. 9 A man of STRICTURE and firm abftinence.] Stricture makes no fenle in this place. We should read, A n man |