Isab. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs; Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshall's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy doth.

Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you, Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Woe me! for what?

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

Ang. Well, what's your suit?

Duke. (disguised) So, then, you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

Claudio. The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

Act II. Scene II.

I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.

Mari. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away.

Act IV. Scene I.

F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud and kneel before him.

Isab. Justice, O royal duke!

Act V. Scene I.

Ben. Pluck off the bull's horns, and set them in my forehead: and let me be vilely painted:and let them signify under my sign,-Here you may see Benedict, the married man.

Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble

Claudio.

Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad.

Ben. Happy are they, that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

Dogb. This is your charge:-you shall comprehend all vagrom men.

Act II. Scene III.

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.-What is your name, friend?

Bora. Borachio.

Act IV. Scene II.

Act III. Scene III.

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Act V. Scene II.