_Pom._ Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost
to prison; and there's Madam Juliet. [_Exeunt._
_Enter PROVOST, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and _Officers_._
_Claud._ Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? 110
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
_Prov._ I do it not in evil disposition,
But from Lord Angelo by special charge.
_Claud._ Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight 115
The words of heaven;--on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
_Re-enter LUCIO and two _Gentlemen_._
_Lucio._ Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?
_Claud._ From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast, 120
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
_Lucio._ If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I 125
would send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say 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 speak of would offend again.
_Lucio._ What, is't murder? 130
_Claud._ No.
_Lucio._ Lechery?
_Claud._ Call it so.
_Prov._ Away, sir! you must go.
_Claud._ One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you. 135
_Lucio._ A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so look'd after?
_Claud._ Thus stands it with me:--upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed:
You know the lady; she is fast my wife, 140
Save that we do the denunciation lack
Of outward order: this we came not to,
Only for propagation of a dower
Remaining in the coffer of her friends;
From whom we thought it meet to hide our love 145
Till time had made them for us. But it chances
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment
With character too gross is writ on Juliet.
_Lucio._ With child, perhaps?
_Claud._ Unhappily, even so.
And the new Deputy now for the Duke,-- 150
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness,
Or whether that the body public be
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; 155
Whether the tyranny be in his place,
Or in his eminence that fills it up.
I stagger in:--but this new governor
Awakes me all the enrolled penalties
Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall
So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
And none of them been worn; and, for a name,
Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name.
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