| ACT I SCENE II | A Street. | |
| | Enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen | |
| 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. | |
| First Gentleman | Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of | 5 |
| | Hungary's! | |
| Second Gentleman | Amen. | |
| LUCIO | Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that | |
| | went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped | |
| | one out of the table. | 10 |
| Second Gentleman | 'Thou shalt not steal'? | |
| LUCIO | Ay, that he razed. | |
| First Gentleman | 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 | 15 |
| | the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition | |
| | well that prays for peace. | |
| Second Gentleman | I never heard any soldier dislike it. | |
| LUCIO | I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where | |
| | grace was said. | 20 |
| Second Gentleman | No? a dozen times at least. | |
| First Gentleman | What, in metre? | |
| LUCIO | In any proportion or in any language. | |
| First Gentleman | I think, or in any religion. | |
| LUCIO | Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all | 25 |
| | controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a | |
| | wicked villain, despite of all grace. | |
| First Gentleman | Well, there went but a pair of shears between us. | |
| LUCIO | I grant; as there may between the lists and the | |
| | velvet. Thou art the list. | 30 |
| First Gentleman | And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt | |
| | a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief | |
| | be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou | |
| | art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak | |
| | feelingly now? | 35 |
| 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. | |
| First Gentleman | I think I have done myself wrong, have I not? | 40 |
| Second Gentleman | Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free. | |
| LUCIO | Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! I | |
| | have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to-- | |
| Second Gentleman | To what, I pray? | |
| LUCIO | Judge. | 45 |
| Second Gentleman | To three thousand dolours a year. | |
| First Gentleman | Ay, and more. | |
| LUCIO | A French crown more. | |
| First Gentleman | Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou | |
| | art full of error; I am sound. | 50 |
| 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. | |
| | Enter MISTRESS OVERDONE | |
| First Gentleman | How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried | 55 |
| | to prison was worth five thousand of you all. | |
| Second Gentleman | Who's that, I pray thee? | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. | |
| First Gentleman | Claudio to prison? 'tis not so. | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested, saw | 60 |
| | him carried away; and, which is more, within these | |
| | three days his head to be chopped off. | |
| LUCIO | But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. | |
| | Art thou sure of this? | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam | 65 |
| | 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. | |
| Second Gentleman | Besides, you know, it draws something near to the | 70 |
| | speech we had to such a purpose. | |
| First Gentleman | But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. | |
| LUCIO | Away! let's go learn the truth of it. | |
| | Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what | |
| | with the gallows and what with poverty, I am | 75 |
| | custom-shrunk. | |
| | Enter POMPEY | |
| | How now! what's the news with you? | |
| POMPEY | Yonder man is carried to prison. | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Well; what has he done? | |
| POMPEY | A woman. | 80 |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | But what's his offence? | |
| POMPEY | Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | What, is there a maid with child by him? | |
| POMPEY | No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have | |
| | not heard of the proclamation, have you? | 85 |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | What proclamation, man? | |
| POMPEY | All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | And what shall become of those in the city? | |
| POMPEY | They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, | |
| | but that a wise burgher put in for them. | 90 |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be | |
| | pulled down? | |
| POMPEY | To the ground, mistress. | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth! | |
| | What shall become of me? | 95 |
| POMPEY | Come; fear you not: 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 | 100 |
| | will be considered. | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw. | |
| POMPEY | Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to | |
| | prison; and there's Madam Juliet. | |
| | Exeunt | |
| | Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers | |
| CLAUDIO | Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? | 105 |
| | Bear me to prison, where I am committed. | |
| Provost | I do it not in evil disposition, | |
| | But from Lord Angelo by special charge. | |
| CLAUDIO | Thus can the demigod Authority | |
| | Make us pay down for our offence by weight | 110 |
| | 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? | |
| CLAUDIO | From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty: | |
| | As surfeit is the father of much fast, | 115 |
| | 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 could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would | 120 |
| | 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? | |
| CLAUDIO | What but to speak of would offend again. | 125 |
| LUCIO | What, is't murder? | |
| CLAUDIO | No. | |
| LUCIO | Lechery? | |
| CLAUDIO | Call it so. | |
| Provost | Away, sir! you must go. | 130 |
| CLAUDIO | One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you. | |
| LUCIO | A hundred, if they'll do you any good. | |
| | Is lechery so look'd after? | |
| CLAUDIO | Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract | |
| | I got possession of Julietta's bed: | 135 |
| | You know the lady; she is fast my wife, | |
| | 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, | 140 |
| | From whom we thought it meet to hide our love | |
| | 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? | 145 |
| CLAUDIO | Unhappily, even so. | |
| | And the new deputy now for the duke-- | |
| | Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, | |
| | Or whether that the body public be | |
| | A horse whereon the governor doth ride, | 150 |
| | Who, newly in the seat, that it may know | |
| | He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; | |
| | Whether the tyranny be in his place, | |
| | Or in his emmence that fills it up, | |
| | I stagger in:--but this new governor | 155 |
| | 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 | 160 |
| | Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name. | |
| LUCIO | I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on | |
| | thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love, | |
| | may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to | |
| | him. | 165 |
| CLAUDIO | I have done so, but he's not to be found. | |
| | I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service: | |
| | This day my sister should the cloister enter | |
| | And there receive her approbation: | |
| | Acquaint her with the danger of my state: | 170 |
| | Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends | |
| | To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him: | |
| | I have great hope in that; for in her youth | |
| | There is a prone and speechless dialect, | |
| | Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art | 175 |
| | When she will play with reason and discourse, | |
| | And well she can persuade. | |
| LUCIO | I pray she may; as well for the encouragement of the | |
| | like, which else would stand under grievous | |
| | imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I | 180 |
| | would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a | |
| | game of tick-tack. I'll to her. | |
| CLAUDIO | I thank you, good friend Lucio. | |
| LUCIO | Within two hours. | |
| CLAUDIO | Come, officer, away! | 185 |
| | Exeunt | |