[Enter Mistress Overdone].
First Gent. How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
Mrs Ov. Well, well; there’s one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
60 Sec. Gent. Who’s that, I pray thee?
Mrs Ov. Marry, sir, that’s Claudio, Signior Claudio.
First Gent. Claudio to prison? ’tis not so.
Mrs Ov. Nay, but I know ’tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these 65 three days his [head] to be chopped off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this?
Mrs Ov. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting
Madam Julietta with child.