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[Exit. with child.
Both Barnardine and Claudio! Ere twice
Enter Lucio. The sun hath made his journal greeting to
Lucio. Good even ! The under generation, you shall find
Friar, where is the provost?
Duke. Not within, sir.
Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to
see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient: I am fain And send the head to Angelo !
[Exit Prov. to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my Now will I write letters to Angelo.
head hll my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to't. The provost, he shall bear them,--whose contents But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my Shallwitness to him, I am near at home
troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: ifthe old fantastical And that, by great injunctions, I am bound
duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived. To enter publicly. Him I'll desire
[Exit Isabella. To meet me at the consecrated fount,
Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to A league below the city; and from thence,
your reports ; but the best is, he lives not in them. By cold gradation and weal-balanced form,
Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the dukeso well, as I We shall proceed with Angelo.
do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.
Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day.Fare ye well !
Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell
thee pretty tales of the duke.
Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir,
if they be true ; if not true, none were enough.
Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench
Duke. Did yon such a thing ?
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I : but was fain to forswear it;
they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest, Rest
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's
end : if bawdy talk oflend you, we'll have very little of
it.Nay, friar, I am a kind of bur, I shall stick. Exeunt.
SCENE IV.--A room in Angelo's house.
Enter Angelo and ESCALUS.
Escal. Every letter he hath writ, hath disvouch'd
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His
actions show much like to madness : pray heaven, his
wisdom be not tainted ! And why meet him at the gates,
Escal. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in anfhour be
fore his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice,
they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a dis
patch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices Forbearit therefore; give your cause to heaven!
hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand Mark what I say: which you
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd:
nay, dry your Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house:
Give notice to such men of sort and suit,
As are to meet him.
Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well!
Ang. Good night!
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, There to give up their power. If you can, pace your And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid? wisdom
And by an eminent body,that enforc'd
The law against it !- But that her tender shame
you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me? Yet reason dares her?--00:
For my authority bears a credent bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch,
Butit confounds the breather. Ile should have liv'd,
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge,
With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet he had liv'd!
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right;we would,and we would not.[Exit.
SCENE V.-Fields without the town.
Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar PETER.
Duke. Theseletters at fit time deliver me!
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ne heart, to t: I am fain e not for my set me tot. ow. By my Hfantastic e had lived. rit Isabella. beholden to
a them. so well, as I est him for. are ve sell! ce; Icastell
The provost knows our purpose and our plot. And given me, justice, justice, justice, justice !
You bid me seek redemption of the devil.
Must either punish me, not being believ'd,
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
Cut off by course of justice.
Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak :
That Angelo's a murderer; is't not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin violator,
Is it not strange, and strange?
Duke. Nay, ten times strange.
Isab. It is not truer, heis Angelo,
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
Duke. Away with her!--Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st
There is another comfort than this world,
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal prince,
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.
As e'er I heard in madness.
Isab. O, gracious duke,
And hide the false, seems true!
Duke. Many that are not mad,
Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio,
To lose his head; condemn’d by Angelo:
I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother: one Lucio
Lucio. That's I, an't like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her
For her poor brother's pardon.
Isab. That's he, indeed.
Duke. You were not bid to speak.
Lucio. No, my good lord;
Duke. I wish you now then;
Pray you, take note ofit: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then
Be perfect !
Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Own. ar PETER e!
at se Tehind Duke
Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. F. Peter. Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
, brez Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
mage To speak before your time.-Proceed!
(Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Berst my Isab. I went Intended'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither,
, for To this pernicious caitiff deputy. To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
if shor Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Is true, and false; and what he with his oath, Isab. Pardon it;
And all probation, will make up full clear,
Whensoever he's convented. First, for this woman;
Kori. N How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid, Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
ateret How he refelld me, and how I reply'd;
Till she herself confess it. (For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion Duke. Good friar, let's hearit. -
there is I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
[Isabella is carried off, guarded; and Mariana catha He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
wwords To his concupiscibleintemperate lust,
Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo?Release my brother; and, after much debatement, O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools !
Ibaen My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour, Give us some seats !--Come, cousin Angelo;
Amein And I did yield to him : but the next morn betimes, In this I'll be impartial; be you judge His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant Of your own cause. Is this the wituess, friar?
1 Darble For my poor brother's head.
First, let her show her face; and, after, speak. Duke. This is most likely!
Mari. Pardon, mylord; I will not show my face, Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true!
Until my husband bid me. Duke. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st not Duke. What are you married ? what thou speak'st;
Mari. No, my lord. Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour,
Duke. Are you a maid? In hateful practice. First, his integrity
Mari. No, my lord. Stands without blemish:-next, it imports no reason,
Duke. A widow then ?
Mari. Neither, my lord.
are neither maid, widow, nor wife. Thou cam’st here to complain.
Duke.Silence that fellow! I would, he had some cause Isab. And is this all?
To prattle for himself.
Lucio. Well, my lord.
And, I confess, besides, I am no maid :
That ever he knew me.
better. A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou wert
She, that accuses him of fornication,
When I'll deposes had him in mine arms,
Duke. Words against me? This'a good friar, belike! Ang. Charges she more than me?
Mari. Not that I know.
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body,
But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. F. Peter. Blessed be your royal grace!
Ang. This is a strange abuse. - Let's see thy face! I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. Your royal ear abus’d: First, hath this woman
[Unveiling Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute;
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Who is as free from touch or soil with her,
Which, once thou swor’st, was worth the looking on: As she from one ungot.
This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contráct,
Was fast belock'd in thine: this is the body,
F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy; And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagin’d person.
Duke. Know you this woman? And, on my trust, a man that never yet
Lucio. Carnally, she says.
Duke. Sirrah, no more!
Were Thal Sits Tof. The Let I P.
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman; Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at mid-
Escal. Come on, mistress ! [To Isabella.] here's a
Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of;
here with the provost. For that her reputation was disvalued
Escal Jn very good time: speak not you to him, till we In levity: since which time, of five years,
call upon you. I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women on to Upon my faith and honour.
slander Lord Angelo? they have confess'd, you adid, Mari. Noble prince,
Duke. 'Tis false.
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.
Duke. Boldly, at least.—But, 0, poor souls,
Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust,
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
Which here you come to accuse.
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth,
And in the witness of his proper ear,
Duke. Be not so hot! the duke
Dare rack his own; his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial: my business in this state
Made me a looker-on here in Vienna,
Tillit o'er-run the stew: laws for all faults;
But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes
As much in mock as mark.
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. — Come hither, good-man
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your
Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in you said of the duke?
Lucio. Do you so, sir? And was the duke a flesh-
Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.
you make that my report : you, indeed, spoke so of Escal, Call that same Isabel here once again! (To him; and much more, much worse, an Attendant.] I would speak with her. Pray you,
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck
Duke. I protest I love the duke, as I love myself.
his treasonable abuses.
. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her pri-| Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :Kately, she would sooner confess; perchance, pu- Away with him to prison! - Where is the provost?blicly she'll be ashamed.
Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon him; Re-enter Officers, with Isabella; the Duke in let him speak no more!--Away with those giglots too, the Friar's habit, and Provost.
and with the other confederate companion ! Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.
[The Provost lays hands on the Duke.
I'll handle her.
Escal. Say you?
Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while !
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Ang. What! resists he?-Help him, Lucio ! Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. Lucio.Come,sir! come,sir!come sir! foh, sir!Why,you Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested; bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be hooded, must Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee vanyou? Show your hnave's visage, with a pox to you! tage : show your sheep-biting face, and be hang’d an hour! We do condemn thee to the very block, Will’t not off?
[Pulls of the Friar's hood, Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste;
and discovers the Duke. Away with him! Duke. Thou art the first knaye, that e'er made a Mari. O, my most gracious lord, duke.
I hope you will not mock me with a husband !
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband:
I thought your mariage fit; else imputation,
[To Escalus. Although by confiscation they are ours, We'll borrow place of him:-Sir, by your leave! Wedo instate and widow you withal,
[To Angelo. To buy you a better husband. Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
Mari. O, my dear lord, That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
I crare no other, nor no better man. Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive! And hold no longer out.
Mari. Gentle my liege,
[Kneeling Ang. O my dread lord,
Duke. You do but lose your labour: I should be guiltier, thau my guiltiness,
Away with him to death !- Now,sir,[To Lucio.] to you.
Mari. O, my good lord !-Sweet Isabel, take my part;
Duke. Against all sense yon do impórtune her:
Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Immediate sentence then, and sequent death, Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Is all the gracel beg.
And take her hence in horror,
Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all!
(Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. O, Isabel ! will you not lend akuee? Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour, Duke, He dies for Claudio's death. Than at the strangeress of it.
Isab. Most bounteonis sir,
(Kneeling Duke. Come hither, Isabel !
Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, Your friar is now your prince. As I was then
Asifmy brother liv’d: I partly thiuk, Advertising, and holy to your business,
A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Till he did look on me; since it is so, Attorney'd at your service.
Let him not die! My brother had but justice,
In that hedid the thing for which he died:
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent,
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Mari. Merely, my lord.
Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?
Prov. It was commanded so.
Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private message.
Give up your keys !
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
for testimony whereof, one in the prison, Your well-defended honour, you must pardon That should by private order else have died, For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your brother, I have reserv'd alive. (Being criminalin double violation
Duke. What's he? Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach,
Prov. His name is Barnardine. Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,)
Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio.The very mercy of the law cries out
Go, fetch him hither ; let me look upon
him! Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
(Exit Provost. An Angelo for Cluudio, death for death.
Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise