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 conclud'st like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scrap'd one out of the table.

2 Gent.

Thou shalt not steal?

Lucio.

Ay, that he raz'd.

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 thanksgiving 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? ^{1 note}in metre?

Lucio.

In any proportion^{2 note}, or in any language.

1 Gent.

I think, or in any religion.

Lucio.

Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despight of all controversy^{3 note}

1 Gent.

Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us^{4 note}

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 velvet; 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 velvet^{5 note}

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 purchas'd as many diseases under her roof, as come to—

2 Gent.

To what, I pray?

1 Gent.

Judge.

2 Gent.

To three thousand dollars a year^{6 note}

1 Gent.

Ay, and more.

Lucio.

A French crown more^{7 note}

1 Gent.

Thou art always figuring diseases in me: 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.

1 Gent.

How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?

Bawd.

Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.

1 Gent.

Who's that, I pr'ythee?

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 arrested; saw him carry'd away; and, which is more, within these three days his head is to be chopp'd 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.

Bawd.

Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat^{8 note}

Clown.

Yonder man is carry'd to prison.

Bawd.

Well; what has he done^{1 note}