2.Gent. To three thousand Dollours a yeare 1.Gent. I, and more Luc. A French crowne more 1.Gent. Thou art alwayes figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error, I am sound Luc. 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 Ciatica? Bawd. Well, well: there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth fiue thousand of you all 2.Gent. Who's that I pray'thee? 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 carried away: and which is more, within these three daies his head to be chop'd off Luc. But, after all this fooling, I would not haue it so: Art thou sure of this? Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam Iulietta with childe Luc. Beleeue me this may be: he promis'd to meete me two howres since, and he was euer precise in promise keeping 2.Gent. Besides you know, it drawes somthing neere to the speech we had to such a purpose 1.Gent. But most of all agreeing with the proclamatio[n] Luc. Away: let's goe learne the truth of it. Enter. Bawd. Thus, what with the war; what with the sweat, what with the gallowes, and what with pouerty, I am Custom-shrunke. How now? what's the newes with you. Enter Clowne. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison Baw. Well: what has he done? Clo. A Woman Baw. But what's his offence? Clo. Groping for Trowts, in a peculiar Riuer Baw. What? is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No: but there's a woman with maid by him: you haue not heard of the proclamation, haue you? Baw. What proclamation, man? Clow. All howses in the Suburbs of Vienna must bee pluck'd downe Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Citie? Clow. They shall stand for seed: they had gon down to, but that a wise Burger put in for them Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the Suburbs be puld downe? Clow. To the ground, Mistris Bawd. Why heere's a change indeed in the Commonwealth: what shall become of me? Clow. Come: feare not you; good Counsellors lacke no Clients: though you change your place, you neede not change your Trade: Ile bee your Tapster still; courage, there will bee pitty taken on you; you that haue worne your eyes almost out in the seruice, you will bee considered Bawd. What's to doe heere, Thomas Tapster? let's withdraw? Clo. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Prouost to prison: and there's Madam Iuliet. Exeunt. Scena Tertia. Enter Prouost, Claudio, Iuliet, Officers, Lucio, & 2.Gent. Cla. Fellow, why do'st thou show me thus to th' world? Beare me to prison, where I am committed Pro. I do it not in euill disposition, But from Lord Angelo by speciall charge