LUCIO.
Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to—
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
To what, I pray?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Judge.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
To three thousand dolours a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Ay, and more.
LUCIO.
A French crown more.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
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. Impiety has made a feast of thee.
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.