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.
