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?
