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 burgher put in for them.

Bawd.

But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs 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 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.

Clown.

Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's Madam Juliet.