FIRST GENTLEMAN.
How now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
BAWD.
Well, well! There’s one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Who’s that, I pray thee?
BAWD.
Marry, sir, that’s Claudio, Signior Claudio.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Claudio to prison? ’Tis not so.
BAWD.
Nay, but I know ’tis so. I saw him arrested, saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these 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?
BAWD.
I am too sure of it. And it is for getting Madam Julietta with child.
LUCIO.
Believe me, this may be. He promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.