MEASURE FOR MEASURE. William ShakespeareЧитать онлайн книгу.
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.
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?
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?
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?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Judge.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
To three thousand dollars 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.
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 BAWD.]
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
BAWD. Well, well; there’s one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Who’s that, I pray thee?
BAWD.
Marry, sir, that’s Claudio, Signior Claudio.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
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 days his head to be chopped 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.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the 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.]
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?
[Enter CLOWN.]
CLOWN.
Yonder man is carried to prison.
BAWD.
Well: what has he done?
CLOWN.
A woman.
BAWD.
But what’s his offence?
CLOWN.
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
BAWD.
What! is there a maid with child by him?
CLOWN. No; but there’s a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
BAWD.
What proclamation, man?
CLOWN.
All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
BAWD.
And what shall become of those in the city?
CLOWN. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.
BAWD.
But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
CLOWN.
To the ground, mistress.
BAWD. Why, here’s a change indeed in the commonwealth! What shall become of me?
CLOWN. 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.
BAWD.
What’s to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let’s withdraw.
CLOWN. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there’s Madam Juliet.
[Exeunt.]
Scene III. The same.
[Enter PROVOST, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; LUCIO and two
Gentlemen.]
CLAUDIO.
Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
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.—
The words of heaven;—on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still ‘tis just.
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,
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 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?
CLAUDIO.
What but to speak of would offend again.
LUCIO.
What, is’t murder?
CLAUDIO.
No.
LUCIO.
Lechery?
CLAUDIO.
Call it so.
PROVOST.
Away, sir; you must go.