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.
CLAUDIO.
One word, good friend. — Lucio, a word with you.
[Takes him aside.]
LUCIO.
A hundred, if they'll do you any good. Is lechery so lookeed
after?
CLAUDIO.
Thus stands it with me: — Upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed:
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;
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.
