Baw. Well: what has he done?
Clo. A Woman

Baw. But what's his offence?
Clo. Groping for Trowts, in a peculiar Riuer

Baw. What? is there a maid with child by him?
Clo. No: but there's a woman with maid by him:
you haue not heard of the proclamation, haue you?
Baw. What proclamation, man?
Clow. All howses in the Suburbs of Vienna must bee
pluck'd downe

Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Citie?
Clow. They shall stand for seed: they had gon down
to, but that a wise Burger put in for them

Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the Suburbs
be puld downe?
Clow. To the ground, Mistris

Bawd. Why heere's a change indeed in the Commonwealth:
what shall become of me?
Clow. Come: feare not you; good Counsellors lacke
no Clients: though you change your place, you neede
not change your Trade: Ile bee your Tapster still; courage,
there will bee pitty taken on you; you that haue
worne your eyes almost out in the seruice, you will bee
considered