Mrs Ov. But shall [all] our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
Pom. To the ground, mistress.
Mrs Ov. Why, here’s a change indeed in the commonwealth! I. 2.
100 What shall become of me?
Pom. Come; fear not you: good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I’ll be your tapster still. Courage! there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your 105 eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.
Mrs Ov. What’s to do here, Thomas tapster? let’s withdraw.
Pom. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there’s Madam Juliet.
Exeunt.
[Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers.]
110 Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.