SCENE IV.
Enter Bawd.
Lucio.
Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes.
I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof,
As come toβ
2 Gent.
To what, pray?
Lucio.
Judge.
2 Gent.
To three thousand dollars a year.
1 Gent.
Ay, and more.
Lucio.
A French crown more.
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,
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as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow; impiety hath
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 chopt 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.
[Exeunt.
Bawd.
Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what
with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk.
How now? what's the news with you;
George Sewell [1723β5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].