First Gent. I think I have done myself wrong, have 40 I not?
Sec. Gent. 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 45 as come to—
Sec. Gent. To what, I pray?
Lucio. Judge.
Sec. Gent. To three thousand [dolours] a year.
First Gent. Ay, and more.
I. 2.
50 Lucio. A French crown more.
First Gent. 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; 55 impiety has made a feast of thee.