So [every scope] by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
[A thirsty evil]; and when we drink we die.
I. 2.
125 Lucio. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the [morality] of imprisonment. What’s thy offence, Claudio?
Claud. What but to speak of would offend again.
130 Lucio. What, is’t murder?
Claud. No.
Lucio. Lechery?
Claud. Call it so.