[Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen.]
BAWD.
Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk.
Enter Pompey.
How now? What’s the news with you?
POMPEY.
Yonder man is carried to prison.
BAWD.
Well, what has he done?
POMPEY.
A woman.
BAWD.
But what’s his offence?
POMPEY.
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
BAWD.
What? Is there a maid with child by him?