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Fri. It rested in your grace
As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
Isab.Someone with child by him?- My cousin Juliet?
Lucio. Is she your cousin ? 'Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their For what I bid them do : for we bid this be done, By vain, though apt afl'ection.
names, When evil deeds have their permissive pass,
Lucio. She it is.
Lucio. This is the poiut.
may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand, and hope of aciion: but we do learn
By those that know the very nerves of state,
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
And with full line of his authority,
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense;
With prohts of the mind, study and fast.
[Exeunt. As mice by lions,) hath pick'dout 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,
Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer
Of business'twixt you and your poor brother.
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.
you the key, and know his business of him; Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,-
By fearing to attempt. Go to lord Angelo,
[Exit Francisca. And let him learn to know, when maidens sue,
All their petitions are as freely theirs,
Lucio. But speedily!
Isab. I will about it straight;
No longer staying but to give the mother
I'll send him certain word of my success.
Isab. Good sir, adieu !
SCENE I. – A hall in Angelo's house.
Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, 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, and bruise to death. Alas!this gentleman,
Whom I would save, had a most noble father.
(Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue,)
As with a saint.
That, in the working of your own affections,
Elb. Ay, sir, hy mistress Over-done's means : but
Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.
Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing
sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life,
distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
of some three-pence; your honours have seen such Guiltier, than kim they try. What's open made to jus- dishes;they are not China dishes,but very good dishes. That justice seizes. What know thela.is, tice, Escal. Goto, go to; no matter for the dish, sir. That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very pregnant, Clo. No, indeed, sir, not ofa pin ; you are therein in The jewel that we find, we stoop and taheit, the right; but, to the point: As I say, this mistress Because we see it; but what we do not see,
Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belWe tread upon, and never think of it.
ly'd, avd longing, as I said, for prunes, and having but You may not so extenuate his oflence,
two in the dish, as I said, master l'roth here, this very For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, mav, haviug eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, payWhen I, that censure him, do so olleud,
ing for them very honestly ;-- for, as you know, master
Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be remember'd,
cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes..
Froth. Ay, soldid, indeed.
Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be re-
meniber'd, that such u one, and sucha one, were past Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd! cure of the thing you wotof, unless they kept very good For that's the utmost o‘his pilgrimage.[ Exit Provost. diet, as I told you.
Escal. Well, leaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Froth. All this is true.
Clo. Why, very well then.
- What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause
Ang. How now, sir! What's your name? and what's leave: and, I beseech you,look into master Froth here, the matter?
sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose father Elb. If it please yonr hovenr, I am the poor duke's died at Hallowmas :-Was't not at Hallowmas, master constable, and my name is Elbow ; I do lean upon jus- Froth? tice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour Froth. All-hollond eve. two notorious benefactors.
Clo. Why, very well ; I hope here be truths : he, sir, Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;— 'twas in the are they not malefactors ?
Punch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight
Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be truths.
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 lord-
[Exit Angelo. serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they Now, sír, come on! What was done to Elbow's wife, say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she pro- once more? fesses a hot-house, which, I think,isa very ill house too. Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once, Escal. How know you that?
Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him, what this man did
Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me.
Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Elb. Ay, sir ; whom , I thank heaven, is an lionest Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face! woman,
Good master Froth, look npon his lionour; 'tis for
a good purpose:- doth your honour mark his face?
Escal. Well, I do so.
Escal. Why, no.
thing about him, how could master Froth do the con
stable’s wife any harm? I would know that of your Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then: honour.
if your worship will take order for the drabs and the Escal.He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it? knaves, you need not to fear the bands. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mis- you : it is but heading and hanging. tress is a respected woman.
Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a person, than any of us all.
commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! the ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after threetime is yet to come, that she was ever respected with pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say, man, woman, or child.
Pompey told you so. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he mar- Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital ried with her.
of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you, let me Escal
. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Iniqui- not find you before me again upon any complaint whatty?- Is this true?
soever, no,not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pom-
The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Exit. Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What Escal. Come hitherto me, master Elbow; come hiis't your worship’s pleasure I should do with this ther, master Constable! How long have you been in wicked caitiff?
this place of constable?
Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They thou art to continue now,
thou varlet; thou art to do you wrong to put you so oft upon't. Are there not continue.
men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Escal. Where were you born, friend? [To Froth. Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.
they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all. Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.
Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some six
Elb. To your worship’s house, sir?
Escal. To my house. Fare you well!- (Exit Elbow.
What's o'clock, think you ?
Escal, I pray you home to dinner with me.
Escal. It is but needful :
Exeunt. ster; what's your name, master tapster ?
SCENE II.- Another room in the same.
Enter Provost and a Servant.
Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight.
you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Prov. Pray you, do.[Exit Servant.]i'll know
you come, tell me true; it shall be the bet- All sects, all ages smack of this vice ; and he
To die for it!
Prov. Is it your will, Claudio shall die to-morrow ?
Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order ? Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it
Why dost thou ask again? shall not be allowed in Vienna.
Prov. Lest I might be too rash.
Under your good correction, I have seen,
execution, judgment hath
youths in the city ?
Do yon your office, or give up your place,
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And you shall well be spar'd.
And what a prisoner, Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.
Lucio, Ay, touch him: there's the vein ! [ Aside. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, She's very near her hour.
And you but waste your words.
Isab. Alas! alas!
And He, that might the vantage best have took,
Ifhe, which is the top of judgment, shoul Ang. Hath he a sister?
But judge you as you are? O, think on that; Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
Like man new made.
Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him; — he must die to-morrow. There shall be order forit. .
Isab. To-morrow?, 0, that's sudden! Spare him, Enter Lucio and IsabelLA. Prov. Save your honour ! [offering to retire. He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Ang. Stay a little while.— [To Isab.] You are wel. We kill the lowl of season; shall we serve heaven come. What's your will?
With less respect, than we do minister Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
To our gross selves? Good,good my lord, bethink you: Please but your honour hear me,
Who is it that hath died for this offence? Ang. Well; what's your suit?
There's many have committed it. Isab. There is a více, that most) do abhor,
Lucio. Ay, well said. And most desire should meet the blow of justice; Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath For which I would not plead, but that I must;
slept: For which I must not plead, but that I am
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, At war, twixt will, and will not,
If the first man, that did the edict infringe, Ang. Well; the matter?
Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :
Tales note of what is done, and, like a prophet, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,
(Either now, or by remissness new-conceir'd, Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !
And so in progress to be hatch'd and boru)
But, where they live, to end.
Isab. Yet, slow some pity! To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
Ang. I slow it most of all, when I show justice; And let go by the actor.
For then I pity those I do not know,
Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
(Retiring. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Lucio. (To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, Your brother dics to-morrow: he content! intreat him;
Isab. So you must be the first,that gives this sentence,
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous,
Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder Ang. Maiden, no remedy!
As Jove himself docs, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, For every peltiog, petty officer, And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing butthunAng. I will not do't.
der. Isaó. But can you, if you would ?
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence,
like an angry ape, Lucio. You are too cold,
[To Isabella. Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Isab. Too late? why, no. I, that do speak a word, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, May call it back again: well believe this,
Would all themselves langh mortal.
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench? he will relent;
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
Great men mayjest with saints: 'tis wit in them;
But, in theless, foul profanation.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Lucio. Art advis'd o’that? more on't!
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? I come to visit the afflicted spirits
To let me see them ; and to make me know
Prov.I would do more than that if more were necdful.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;
my sense breeds with it. - Fare you And he, that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this!
I have provided for you ; stay a while, (To Juliet.
And you shall be conducted. Isub. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share with Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin yon carry? you.
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your con-
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Was mutually committed ?
[Aside to Isabel. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind, than his. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe!
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
[Aside. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Where prayers cross.
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not hearon; Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
But as we stand in fear,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
And take the shame with joy.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
go with you! Benedicite!
[Exit. Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov. 'Tis pity of him.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
pray And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy!
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
Let's write good angel on the devil's hora,
How now, who's there?
Serv. One Isabel, a sister,
Ang. Teach her the way.-- (Exit Servant.