SCENE III. - The Same. 1 Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, and Officers. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to th' world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed. Prov. I do it not in evil disposition, Claud. Thus can the demi-god, authority, Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty: As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scape by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravint down their proper bane, A thirsty evil, and when we drink, we die. Lucio. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors. And yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprisonment. What 's thy offence, Claudio? I got possession of Julietta's bed : You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Remaining in the coffer of her friends, The stealth of our most mutual entertainment Lucio. With child, perhaps? Claud. Unhappily, even so. And the new deputy now for the duke,Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his eminence that fills it up, I stagger in;-but this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties, tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him. Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. I pr'ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service. This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her approbation: Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends To the strict deputy; bid herself essay him: I have great hope hope in in that; that; for for in in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as moves men: beside, she hath prosperous art, When she will play with reason and discourse, And she can well persuade. Lucio. I pray, she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of ticktack." I'll to her. Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. Claud. Come, officer; away! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - A Monastery. Duke. No, holy father; throw away that thought: May your grace speak of it? Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you (A man of stricture, and firm abstinence) My absolute power and place here in Vienna, For so I have strew'd it in the common ear, Fri. Gladly, my lord. Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs to head-strong steeds3) Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep'; Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers, For terror, not to use, in time the rod' s10 More mock'd than feared; so our most just decrees, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd; Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd, So long, that nineteen zodiacks have gone round, And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me :-'t is surely, for a name. Than in lord Angelo. Lucio. I warrant it is; and thy head stands so For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done, 1 Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; LUCIO and two Gentlemen: in f. e. 2 An allusion to St. Paul's Ep. to Romans ix: 6 propagation: in f. e. Tric-trac. 8 weeds: in f. e. 9 Old Eds. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets And make us lose the good we oft might win, 15. 3 Not in f. e. 5 denunciation: in f. e. 4 Greedily devour. and Knight: slip. Theobald suggested the change also. 10 f. e.: In time, the rod Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd; so our decrees, Becomes was added by Pope. When evil deeds have their permissive pass, And not due punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, Who may, in th' ambush of my name, strike home, To draw on2 slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as 't were a brother of your order, Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, SCENE V.-A Nunnery. Isab. And have you nuns no farther privileges? Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; He calls again: I pray you, answer him. [LUCIO calls. [Exit FRANCISCA. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is 't that calls? Enter LUCIO. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less, can you so stead me, A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio? Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask, The rather, for I now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his sister. 3 Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus: Your brother and his lover have embrac'd: As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time, Isab. Some one with child by him?-My cousin Lucio. Is she your cousin? Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names By vain, though apt, affection. She it is. Isab. O! let him marry her. Lucio. This is the point. The duke, who's very strangely gone from hence, Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, In hand, and hope of action; but we do learn, By those that know the very nerves of state, His givings out were of an infinite distance From his true-meant design. Upon his place, And with full line of his authority, Governs lord Angelo; a man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense, But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. He (to give fear to use and liberty, Which have for long run by the hideous law, As mice by lions,) hath pick'd out an act, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it, And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example. All hope is gone, Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo; and that's my pith Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother. Isab. Doth he so seek his life? Lucio. Has censur'd him Our doubts are traitors, you. Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Woe me! for what? By fearing to attempt. Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his judge, All their petitions are as freely theirs He should receive his punishment in thanks. He hath got his friend with child. Isab. Sir, make me not your scorn. 4 Lucio. 'Tis true. I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest, And to be talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint. 1 fight: in f. e. 2 do in: in f. e. Not in f. e. 4 story: in f. e. As they themselves would owe them. 5 SCENE I.- A Hall in ANGELO'S House. ACT II. Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, a Justice, Officers, and other Attendants. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror. Escal. Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall,1 and bruise to death. Alas! this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know, (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, The jury, passing on a prisoner's life, That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, You may not so extenuate his offence, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, Escal. Be it as your wisdom will. Where is the provost? Enter Provost. Prov. Here, if it like your honour. Ang. Escal. This comes off well: here's a wise officer. your name: why dost thou not speak, Elbow? Elb. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman, whose house, sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too. Escal. How know you that? Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,— Escal. How! thy wife? Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore? Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Escal. How dost thou know that, constable? Elb. Marry sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there. Escal. By the woman's means? Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means; but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man; prove it. Escal. [TO ANGELO.] Do you hear how he misplaces? Clo. Sir, she came in great with child, and longing (saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd prunes: sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some hree-pence: your honours have seen such dishes: they are not China dishes, but very good dishes. Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in the right; but to the point. As I say, this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great but two in the dish, as I said, master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly;-for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again. Froth. No, indeed. See that Claudio belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes, and having Be executed by nine to-morrow morning. Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd, For that 's the utmost of his pilgrimage. [Exit Provost. Escal. Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none, And same condemned for a fault alone. Enter ELBOW, FROTH, Clown, Officers, &c. Elb. Come, bring them away. If these be good people in a common-weal, that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them away. Ang. How now, sir? What's your name, and what's the matter? Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor duke's constable, and my name is Elbow: I do not lean upon justice, sir; and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors. Ang. Benefactors! Well; what benefactors are they! are they not malefactors? Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well what they are; but precise villains they are, that I am sure of, and void of all profanation in the world, that good Christians ought to have. Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes. Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. Clo. Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you. Froth. All this is true. Clo. Why, very well then. Escal. Come; you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. -What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her. Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not. Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave. And I beseech you, look unto master Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year, whose father died at Hallowmas.-Was 't not at Hallowmas, master Froth? 1 fell. 2 brakes was altered to breaks by Steevens. Dyce would read brakes (instruments of torture) of vice. : Froth. All-hallownd eve. Clo. Why, very well: I hope here be truths. He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;-'t was in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to sit, have you not? Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, and good for windows.1 Clo. Why, very well then: I hope here be truths. Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause, Hoping you 'll find good cause to whip them all. Escal. I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship. [Exit ANGELO. Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more? Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once. Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife. Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. Escal. Well, sir, what did this gentleman to her? Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face. -Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 't is for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?' Escal. Ay, sir, very well. Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. Escal. Well, I do so. Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? Escal. Why, no. Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would know that of your honour. Escal. He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it? Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow, and his mistress is a respected woman. Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected person than any of us all. Elb. Varlet, thou liest: thou liest, wicked varlet. The time is yet to come that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him, before he married with her. Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Iniquity-Is this true? Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before I was married to her? If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer. Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I 'll have mine action of battery on thee. Escal. If he took you a box o' th' ear, you might have your action of slander too. Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What is 't your worship's pleasure I shall2 do with this wicked caitiff? Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st what they are. Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it. - Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what 's come upon thee: thou art to continue; now, thou varlet, thou art to continue. Escal. Where were you born, friend? Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Escal. So.- What trade are you of, sir? Clo. Mistress Over-done. Escal. Hath she any more than one husband? Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. Escal. Nine! Come hither to me, master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them: get you gone, and let me hear no more of you. Froth. I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in. Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth; farewell. [Exit FROTH.] - Come you hither to me, master tapster. What's your name, master tapster? Clo. Pompey. Escal. What else? Clo. Bum, sir. Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you. 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 lordship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not 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. Clo. 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? 1 winter: in f. e. 2 Altered by Malone to "should." 3 bay: in f. e. 4 the: in f. e. Escal. Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Elb. To your worship's house, sir? Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Escal. To my house. Fare you well. [Exit ELBOW. And not my brother. 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. It is but needful : If not already. Prov. [Aside.] 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 ! If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him? Ang. He's sentenc'd: 't is too late. Lucio. [To ISAB.] Thou art too cold. Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. If he had been as you, and you as he, You would have slipt like him; but he, like you, Would not have been so stern. Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Exit Servant. Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once; See you the fornicatress be remov'd': And he that might the vantage best have took, 1 Retiring: in f. e 2 You are: in f. e. 3 Knight reads: If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have slipp'd like him ; * top: in f. e. |