Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live.

Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth of the city?

Escal. No, Pompey.

Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then: If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: It is but heading and hanging.

Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it after three-pence a day if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so.

Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you :-I advise you let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this time, Pompey, fare you well.

17 A bay is a principal division in building, as a barn of three bays is a barn twice crossed by beams. Coles in his Latin Dietionary defines" a bay of building, mensura 24 pedum." Houses appear to have been estimated by the number of bays.

Ch. I thank your worship for your good counsel; but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine.

Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade;

The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade.

[Exit. Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come hither, master constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?

Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.

Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: You say, seven years together?

Elb. And a half, sir.

Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it?

Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: As they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.

Escal. Look you bring me in the names of somc six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Elb. To your worship's house, sir?

Escal. To my house: Fare you well. [Exit ELBOW.] What's o'clock, think you?

Just. Eleven, sir.

Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me.
Just. I humbly thank you.

Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;

But there's no remedy.

Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Escal.

It is but needful:

Mercy is not itself that oft looks so;

Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:

But yet,
Come, sir.

poor Claudio!-There's no remedy.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Another Room in the same.

Enter Provost and a Servant.

Serv. He's hearing of a cause: he will come straight.

I'll tell him of you.

Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know
His pleasure may be, he will relent. Alas!
He hath but as offended in a dream:

All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
To die for it!

Ang.

Enter ANGELO.

Now, what's the matter, provost ? Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order?

Why dost thou ask again?

Prov.

Lest I might be too rash:

Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Ang.

Go to; let that be mine.

Do you your office, or give up your place,

And you shall well be spar'd.

Prov.

I crave your honour's pardon.

What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet i She's very near her hour.

Ang.

Dispose of her

To some more fitter place; and that with speed.

Re-enter Servant.

Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,

Desires access to you.

Ang

Hath he a sister?

Prov Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

If not already.

Ang.

Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Serv.

See you the fornicatress be remov'd:

Let her have needful but not lavish means;

There shall be order for it.

welcome: What's your will?

Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.

Ang.

Well; what's your suit?

Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am

At war 'twixt will and will not.

Ang.

Well; the matter?

Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:

I do beseech you, let it be his fault,

And not my brother.'

Prov.

Heaven give thee moving graces!

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.

Isab.

O just, but severe law!

That is, let my brother's fault die, but let not him suffer. 2 That is, "to pronounce the fine or sentence of the law upon

the crime, and let the delinquent escape."

I had a brother then. Heaven keep your hon

our!

[Retiring. Lucio. [To ISAB.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, intreat him;

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say.

Isab. Must he needs die?

Ang.

Maiden, no remedy.

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither Heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Ang. I will not do't.

Isab.

But can you, if you would?

Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no

wrong,

If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
As mine is to him?

Ang.

He's sentenc'd: 'tis too late.

Lucio. [To ISAB.] You are too cold.

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word

3

May call it back again: - Well, believe 3 this,
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As
does. If he had been as you
mercy
And you as he, you would have slipt like him,
But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Ang. Pray you, begone.

Isab. I would to Heaven I had your potency,
And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ?

3 That is, be assured of it.