Duke
They should drink wine; water is quite unwholesome.
Second Citizen
Alack, your Grace, the taxes which the customs
Take at the city gate are grown so high
We cannot buy wine.
Duke
Then you should bless the taxes
Which make you temperate.
Duchess
Think, while we sit
In gorgeous pomp and state, gaunt poverty
Creeps through their sunless lanes, and with sharp knives
Cuts the warm throats of children stealthily
And no word said.
Third Citizen