_delated_ Anon. conj. in Fras. Mag. See note (XVI).

119: _reside_] _recide_ F1 (and 249).

120: _region_] _regions_ Rowe.

124, 125: _those that ... thought Imagine_] _those, that ... thought, Imagine_ Ff. _... thoughts ..._ Theobald. _those--that ...

thought--Imagine_ Hanmer. _those whom ... thought Imagines_ Heath conj. (after Davenant).

127: _penury_] F2 F3 F4. _periury_ F1.

_and_] om. Pope.

138: _shield_] F1. _shield:_ F2 F3 F4. _grant_ Pope.

141: _but my_] _my only_ Pope.

145: _Nay_] om. Pope.

148: [Going. Capell.

149: SCENE III. Pope.

Re-enter Duke] Capell. Duke steps in. F2. om. F1.

Enter Duke and Provost. Rowe.

155: [Walks apart] Capell.

163: _satisfy_] _falsify_ Hanmer.

168: [Exit C.] Exit. F2, after line 167, om. F1. See note (XVII).

174: Exit ... forward] Edd. [Exit. F2 om. F1.

176: _cheap_] _chief_ Collier MS.

177: _in goodness_] _in such goodness_ Hanmer.

179: _to you_] _on you_ Hanmer.

183: _him:_] _him,_ Dyce.

190, 191: _advisings: ... good_] Pope. _advisings,... good;_ Ff.

192: _uprighteously_] _uprightly_ Pope.

197: _farther_] _, father_ F4.

204: _She_] _Her_ Pope.

_was_] _he was_ Hanmer.

205: _by_] om. F1.

_and_] om. F4.

217: _few_] F1 F2. _few words_ F3 F4.

_her on_] _on her_ Capell conj.

219: _a marble_] _as marble_ Anon. conj.

_tears_] F1. _ears_ F2 F3 F4.

228: _unkindness_] _kindness_ Pope.

236: _granted in course,--and now_] _granted incourse, and now_ Ff.

_granted, in course now_ Pope.

241: _scaled_] _foiled_ Grant White.

244: _from_] _and_ Rowe.

255: [Exeunt severally] [Exit Ff.

SCENE II. _The street before the prison._

_Enter, on one side, DUKE disguised as before; on the other, ELBOW, and _Officers_ with POMPEY._

_Elb._ Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

_Duke._ O heavens! what stuff is here?

_Pom._ 'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, 5 the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.

_Elb._ Come your way, sir. 'Bless you, good father friar. 10

_Duke._ And you, good brother father. What offence hath this man made you, sir?

_Elb._ Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have sent to the Deputy. 15

_Duke._ Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd!

The evil that thou causest to be done, That is thy means to live. Do thou but think What 'tis to cram a maw or clothe a back From such a filthy vice: say to thyself, 20 From their abominable and beastly touches I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.

Canst thou believe thy living is a life, So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend.

_Pom._ Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, 25 sir, I would prove--

_Duke._ Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer: Correction and instruction must both work Ere this rude beast will profit. 30

_Elb._ He must before the Deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the Deputy cannot abide a wh.o.r.emaster: if he be a wh.o.r.emonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.

_Duke._ That we were all, as some would seem to be, 35 From our faults, as faults from seeming, free!

_Elb._ His neck will come to your waist,--a cord, sir.

_Pom._ I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a friend of mine.

_Enter LUCIO._

_Lucio._ How now, n.o.ble Pompey! What, at the wheels 40 of Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutched? What reply, ha? What sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't not drowned i' the last rain, ha? 45 What sayest thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man?

Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The trick of it?

_Duke._ Still thus, and thus; still worse!

_Lucio._ How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures 50 she still, ha?

_Pom._ Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.

_Lucio._ Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so: ever your fresh wh.o.r.e and your powdered bawd: an 55 unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?

_Pom._ Yes, faith, sir.

_Lucio._ Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how? 60

_Elb._ For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

_Lucio._ Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey.

Commend me to the prison, Pompey: you will turn good 65 husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.

_Pom._ I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.

_Lucio._ No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. 70 Adieu, trusty Pompey. 'Bless you, friar.

_Duke._ And you.