_Lucio._ A French crown more. 50 _First 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. 55 _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 pray thee? 60 _Mrs Ov._ Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. _First Gent._ Claudio to prison? 'tis not so. _Mrs Ov._ 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. 65 _Lucio._ But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this? _Mrs Ov._ 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 70 me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. _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. 75 _Lucio._ Away! let's go learn the truth of it. [_Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen._ _Mrs Ov._ Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. 80 _Enter POMPEY._ How now! what's the news with you? _Pom._ Yonder man is carried to prison. _Mrs Ov._ Well; what has he done? _Pom._ A woman. _Mrs Ov._ But what's his offence? 85 _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 Ov._ What proclamation, man? 90 _Pom._ All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. _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. 95 _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? 100 _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 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. 105 _Mrs Ov._ What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw.