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It is no other. This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience. And dull to all proceedings. A deflower's maid !
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes. And by an eminent body, that eufore'd
Isab. Unhappy Claudio ! Wretched Isabel! Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me? Yet reason dares her!
But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, By every syllable, a faithful verity; (eyes; Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, The duke comes home to-morrow ;-Day, dry your Might, in the times to come have
'en revenge, One of our convent, and his confessor,
By so receiving a dishonour'd life, Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet he had Notice to Escalus and Angelo ;
Alack, when once our grace we bave forgot, [liv'd! Who de prepare to meet him at the gates,
Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not. There to give up their power. If you can, pace your
(Exit. In that good path that I would wish it go ; [wisdom SCENE V. Pields without the Toron, And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
Enter Duke in his oron Habit, and Friar Peter. And general honour.
Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.
[Giving Letters. Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give;
The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. 'Tis that be sent me of the duke's return :
The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, Say, by this token, I desire his company
And hold you ever to our special drift; At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours, Though sometimes you do blench from this to that, L'Il perfect him withal; and he shall bring you
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house, Before the duke ; and to the head of Angelo
And tell him where I stay; give the like notice Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self,
To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, I am combined by a sacred vow,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate ; And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter :
But send me Flavius first. Command these fretting waters from your eyes
It shall be speeded well. With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
[Exit. If I pervert your course.- Who's here!
Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good Enter Lucio.
haste : Lucio.
Good even! Come, we will walk : There's other of our friends Friar, where is the provost !
Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. (Excunt. Duke.
Not within, sir. Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, SCENE VI. Street near the City Gate, lo see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient : I am
Enter Isabella and Mariana. fain to dine and sup with water and bran I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would I would say the truth ; but to accuse liim so,
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I ain loath; set me to't: But they say the duke will be here to - That is your part : yel I am advis'd to do it ; morrow. By my troth, Isabe!, I lov'd thy brother : He says, to veil full parpose. if the old fantastical dake of dark corners had been
Be rul'd by him. at home, he had lived.
Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden He speak against me on the adverse side, to yoar reports; but the best is he lives not in them. I should
not think it strange : for 'uis a physio,
Mari, I would, friar Peter
0, peace; the friar is come. well. Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee ; I can
Enter Friar Peter. tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Duke. You have told me too many of them already, Where you may have such vantage on the duke, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough. He shall not pass you: Twice have the trumpets
Lucio. 1 was once before him for getting a wench The generous and gravest citizens (sounded; with child.
Have hent the gates, and very near upon Duke. Did you sach a thing?
The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away. (Exeunt. Lucic. Yes, marry, did I : but was fain to forswear it; they would else bave married me to the rotten
ACT V. medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : SCENE I. A public Place near the City Gate. Rest you well.
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's Mariana (veiled), Isabella, and Peter, at a distance. end : If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little
Enter, at opposite Doors, Duke, Varrius, Loris ; of it : Nay, friar, I am a kind of bur, I shall slick.
Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, Oficers, and
Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met :-SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House, Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Enter Angelo and Escalus,
Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'a
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. Ang. In most aneven and distracted manner. His We have made inquiry of you, and we hear actions show much like
to madness: pray heaven, Such goodness of your justice, that our soul his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, gates, and re-deliver our authorities there 1
Foreranning more requital. Escal. I guess not.
You make my bonds still greater. Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour to lock it in the wards of covert bosom, [wrong it,
Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injus: When it deserves with characters of brass tice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street! A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a And razare of oblivion : Give me your hand,
Favours that keep within.-Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand ;Give notice to such men of sort and
And good supporters are you. As are to meet him.
Peter and Isabella come forward. Bạcal.
I shall, sir : fare you well. [Exit. P. Peter. Now is your time; speak lood, and Ang. Good night.
kneel before him.
Isab. Justice, O royal duke ! Vail your regard I now begin with grief and shame to utter : Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid! He would not, but by gift of my chaste body o worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
To his coucupiscible intemperate lust, By throwing it on any other object,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement, Tíll you have heard me in my true complaint, My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour, And give me, justice, justice, justice, jastice! And I did yield to himn : But the next morn betimes, Duke. Relate your wrongs : In what! By whom? His purpose sorfeiting, he sends a warrant Be brief:
For my poor brother's head. Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice ;
This is most likely! Reveal yourself to him.
Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true !
Duke. By heaven, fond wretch, thou knoxy'st not You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
what thou speak'st; Hear me yourself ; for that which I must speak Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, Must either punish me, not being believ'd, (here. In hateful practice : First, his integrity Or wring redress from you : bear me, o, hear me, Stands without blemish :--next, it imports no reason,
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: That with such vehemency he should pursue She hath been a suitor to me for her brother, Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended, Cut off by course of justice.
He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself, Isab.
By course of justice ! And not have ent him off: Someone hath set you on : Ang. And she will speak mosi bitterly, and strange.
Contess the truth, and say by whose advice
And is this all! That Angelo's a murderer ; is't not strange! Then, oh, you blessed ministers above, That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
keep me in patience ; and, with ripen'd time, An hypocrite, a virgin-viotater;
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up Is it not strange, and strange!
In countenance !-Heaven shield your grace from woe, Duke.
Nay, ten times strange. As 1, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo,
Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone :-An officer ! Than this is all as true as it is strange :
prison with her :- Shall we thus permit Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall To the end of reckoning.
On hin so near us! This needs must be a practice. Duke.
Away with her :-Poor scul, -Why knew of your intent, and coming hither! She speaks this in the intirmity of sense.
Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lo lowick. Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st Duke. A ghostly father, belike :-Who knows that There is another comfort than this world,
Lodowick? That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
Lucio. My lord, I know him ; 'tis a meddling friar; That I am touch'd with madness: make not impossible I do not like the man; had he been lay, my lord, That which but seems unlike : 'tis not impossible
For certain words he spake against your grace But one, the wicked's! caitilf on the ground,
In your retirement, I had swiped him soundly. May seem as shy, as grave, as inst, as absolute,
Duke. Words against me? Tois' a good friar, beAs Angelo; even so may Angelo,
And to set on this wretched woman here [like! In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Against our sub titate! Let this friar be found. Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal priece,
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar If he be less, he's nothing ; but he's more,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar, Had I more name for badness.
A very scurvy fellow. Duke.
By mine honesty,
Blessed be your royal grace! If she be mad (as I believe no other),
I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Your royal ear abus'd: First, hath this woman Such a dependency of thing on thing,
Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute : As e'er I heard in maduess.
Who is as free froin touch or soil with her, Isab.
O, gracious duke,
As she from one ungot. Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason
We did believe no less. For inequality : but let your reason serve
Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of! To make the truth appear, where it seems hid; F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy ! And hide the fal: e, seems true.
Not scurvy, por a temporary meddler,
Many that are not mad, A he's reported by this gentleman
Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio, (say? Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
Lucio. My lord, most villanously believe it. To lose his head ; condemu'd by Angelo;
P. Pter. Well, be in tine may come to clear himJ, in probation of a sisterhood,
But at this in-tant he is sick, my lord, Was sent to by my brother: One Lacio
Of a strange lever; Upon his mere request As then the messenger
(Heing come to knowledge that there was complaint Lucio.
That's I, an't like your grace: Lutended 'gaiost lord Angelo), came I hither, I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her
To speak, as from his mouth, wbat be doth know To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo, Is true, and false ; and what he with his oath, Per her poor brother's pardon.
And all probation, will make up full clear, Isab.
That's he indeed. Whensoever he's convented. First, for this woman; Duke. You were not bid to speak.
(To justify this worthy nobleman, Lucio.
No, my good lord; So vulgarly and personally accus'd), Nor wished to hold my peace.
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes, Duke.
I wish you now then ;
Till she herself confess it. Pray you, take note of it: and when you have Duke,
Good friar, let's hear it. A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then
[Isabella is carried off, guarded and Mariana Be perfect.
comes forward. Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Do you not smile as this, lord Angelo ! -
In this I'll be impartial; be you judge
First, let her show her face; and, after, speak. Isab.
Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face, To this pernicions caitiff deputy.
Until my husband bid me. Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
What, are you married? Pardon it; Mari. No, my lord. The phrase is to the matter.
Are you a maid? Duke. Mended again: the matter :-proceed.
No, my lord. Isab. In brief,- to set the needless process by, Duke. A widow then How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid,
Neither, my lord. How he refellid me, and how I reply'd;
Why, you (For this was of much length, the vile conclusion Are nothing then :-Neither maid, widow, nor wife?
I never spake with her, saw her, por heard from her, I't not enough, thou hast subor'd these women
Lucio. My lord, sbe may be a pank; for many of Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew that friar them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Lodowick to be a dishonest person ! Duke. Silence that fellow : I would, be had some Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum : honest in To prattle for himself.
(cause nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke Lucio. Well, my lord.
most villanons speeches of the duke. Mari. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married ; Escal. We shall entreat you to abide bere till he And I confess, besides, I am no maid :
come, and enforce them against him: we shall find I have known my husband : yet my husband knows this friar a notable fellow. That ever he knew me.
[not, Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be no Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again ; [TO better.
an Attendant) I would speak with her : Pray you, Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou wert my lord, give me leave to question ; you shall see so too.
how l'il handle her. Lucio. Well, my lord.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo.
Escal. Say you ! Mari. Now I come to't, my lord :
Lucio. Marry, sir, I think if you handled her priShe, that accuses him of fornication,
vately, she would sooner confess; perchance, pubIn self-same manner doth accuse my husband; licly she'll be ashamed. And charges him, my lord, with such a time, When l'ii depose I had him in mine arms,
Re-enter Officers, with Isabella ; the Duke, in the With all the effect of love.
Friar's Habit, and Provost. Ang.
Charges she more than me? Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Mari. Not that I know.
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at Duke.
No ! you say, your husband. midnight.
Ang. This is a strange abuse :- Let's see thy face. here, with the provost.
(Unveiling. till we call upon you. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Lucio. Mum. Which, once thou swor'st, was worth the looking on : Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women on to This is the band, which, with a vow'd contract, slander lord Angelo ? they have confess'd you did. Was fast belock'd in thine : this is the body
Duke. 'Tis false. That took away the match from Isabel,
Escal. How I know you where you are ! And did supply thee at thy garden-house,
Duke. Respect to your great place ! and let the devil In her imagin'd person.
Be sometime honour'd for liis burning throne :Duke.
Know you this woman! Where is the duke ! 'tis he should hear me speak. Lucio. Carnally, she says.
Escal. The duke'sin us; and we will hear you speak: Duke.
Sirrah, no more. Look, you speak justly. Lucio. Enough, my lord.
Duke. Boldly, at least :-But, O, poor souls, Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman; Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox? And, five years since, there was some speech of marri-Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone! Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Cage Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Partly, for that her promised proportions
Thus to retort your manifest appeal, Came short of composition; but, in chief,
And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Por that her reputation was disvalued
you come to accuse. In levity: since which time of five years,
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'a friar! Upon my faith and honour. Mari. Noble prince,
To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, As there comes light from heaven, and words from And in the witness of his proper ear, breath,
To call him villain ? As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, And then to glance from him to the duke himself; I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly
To tax him with injustice !-Take bim bence; As words could make up vows : and, my good lord, To the rack with bim :- We'll touze you joint by joint, But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house, But we will know this purpose :- What ! unjust? He knew me as a wife As This is true,
Duke. Be not so hot: the duke Let me in safety raise me from my knees ;
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Or else for ever be confised here,
Dare rack his own; his subject am I not, A marble monument !
Nor here provincial : My business in this state
I did but smile till now; Made me a looker-on here in Vienna,
Till it o'er-run the stew : laws, for all faults ;
But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes But instruments of some more mightier member, Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, That sets them on: Let me have way, my lord, As much in mock as mark. To find this practice out.
Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to Duke.
Ay, with my heart; prison. And punish them unto your height of pleasure.- Ang. What can you vonch against him, signior LuTbou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, cio ? Is this the man that you did tell us of 1 Compact with her that's gone! Think'st thou, thy oaths, Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come bither, goodman Though they would swear down each particular saint, bald-pate : Do you know me! Were testimonies against his worth and credit, Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your That's seal'd in approbation !- You, lord Escalus, voice : I met you at the prison, in the absence of the Sit with my cousin ; lend him yoor kind pains
duke. To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived.
Lucio. Q, did you so ? And do you remember what There is another friar that set them on;
you said of the dúke? Let him be sent for.
[indeed, Duke. Most notedly, sir. F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, Lucio. Do you so, sir! And was the duke a fleshHath set the women on to this complaint:
monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported Your provost knows the place where be abides, him to be? And he may fetch him.
Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere Duke. Gó, do it instantly. (Exit Provost. you make that my report : you, indeed, spoke so of And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, him; and much more, much worse. Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow ! Did not I pluck Do with your injuries as seems you best,
thee by the pose, for thy speeches ! In any chastisement: I for awhile
Duke. I protest I love the duke, as I love myself. Will leave you ; but stir not you, till you have well Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after Determined upon these slanderers.
his treasonable abuses. Bacal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.- Exit Dube.] Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :
Away with him to prison :- Where is the provost! I thought your marriage tit; else imputation, Away with him to prison ; lay bolts enough upon him; For that he knew you, might reproach your life, let him speak no more. Away with those giglots too, And choke your good to come: for his possessious, and with the other confederate companion.
Although by confiscation they are ours, [The Provost lays Hands on the Duke. We do instate and widow you withal, Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while.
To buy you a better husband. Ang: What! resists he? Help him, Lucio.
0, my dear lor, Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir : foh, sir ; I crave no other, nor no better man. Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal ! you must be hood Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. ed, must you ? Show your knave's visage, with a pox Mari. Gertle, my liege,--.
[Kneeling to you ! show your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd Duke.
You do bat lose your labour: an hour ! Will't not off i
Away with him to death.--Now,sir, [To Lucio) to you, [Pulls off the Friar's Hood, and discovers the Mari. O, my good lord !--Sweet Isabel, take my part: Duke.
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a I'll lend you, all my life to do you service. duke.
Duke. Against all sense you do importane her: First, provost, let me bail these gentle three : Should she kneel down, in merey of this fact, Sneak not away, sir ; (To Lucio) for the friar and you Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Must have a word anon :--lay hold on him.
And take her hence in horror. Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging
Isabel, Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon ;'sit you Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me down.
[To Escalus. Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave : They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
[To Angelo. And, for the most, become much more the better Hast thou or word, or wit, or inpudence,
For being a little bad : so may my husband. That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
0, Isabell will yon not lend a knee? Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
Duke, He dies for Claudio's death! And hold no longer out.
Most bounteous sir, Ang. O my dread lord,
[Kneeling I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
Look, if it please you, on this man condemnu'd, To think I can be undiscernible,
As if my brother liv'd : I partly think, When I perceive, your grace, like power divine,
A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Hath look'd upon my passes : Then, good prince,
Till he did look on me; since it is so, No longer session hold upon my shame,
Let him not die: My brother had but justice,
In that he did the thing for which he died :
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;
Come hither, Mariana : And must be buried but as an intent Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman! That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects; Ang. I was, my lord.
Intents but merely thoughts. Duke. Go, take her hence, and marry her instantly. Mari.
Merely, my lord. Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Duke. Your suit's nnprofitable ; stand up, I say. Return him bere again :--Go with him, Provost. I have beth ought me of another fault:
[Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Prorost. Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour, At an unusual hour? Than at the strangeness of it.
It was commanded so. Dute.
Come hither, Isabel : Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ! Your friar is now your prince: As I was then
Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private message. Advertising, and holy to your business,
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your oftice : Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Give up your keys. Attorney'à at your service.
Pardon me, noble lord : Isab.
0, give me pardon, I thought it was a fault, but knew it not; That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain's Yet did repent me, after more advice : Your unknown sovereignty.
For testimony wbereof, one in the prison, Duke.
You are pardon'd, Isabel : That should by private order else have died, And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
I have reserv'd alive. Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart ; Duke.
What's he? And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself,
His name is Barnardine. Labouring to save his life; and would not rather Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio. Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him. Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid,
(Exit Provost. It was the swift celerity of his death,
Escal. I am sorry one so learned and so wise Which I did think with slower foot came on,
As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd, That brain'd my purpose : But, peace be with him! Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of b'ood, That life is better life, past fearing death,
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Than that which lives to fear : make it your comfort, Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow procare: So happy is your brother.
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,
That I crave death more willingly than mercy : Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost.
"Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it. Isab.
I do, my lord.
Re-enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Juliet. Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
Duke. Wbich is that Barnardine! Your well-defended honour, you must pardon
This, my lord. For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your brother Duke. There was a friar told me of this man ;(Being criminal, in double violation
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach,
That apprehends no further than this world, Thereon dependent, for your brother's life),
And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd; The very mercy of the law cries out
But, for those early faults, I quit them all; Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
And pray thee, take this mercy to provide An Angelo for Claudio, death for death.
For better times to come Friar, advise bim; Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure ; I leave him to your band.-What muffled fellow's that? Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested :
That should have died when Claudio lost his bead; Which though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage: As like almost to Claudio, as himself. We do condemn thee to the very block
[Unmufles Claudio. Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste;
Duke. If he be like your brother, (To Isabella ) for Away with him.
his sake Mari, 0, my most gracious lord,
Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake, I hope you will not mock me with a husband ! Give me your band, and say you will be mine,
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a hus-He is my brother too: But titter time for that. Consenting to the safeguard of your hononr, (band: By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe :
Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye:
Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Thy slanders I foggive : and therewithal
Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to You, sirrah, ( 70 Lucio] that knew me for a fool, a death, whipping, and hanging: coward,
Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.-Wherein have I so deserved of you,
Joy to you, Mariana !--love her, Angelo; That you extol me thas!
I have con foss'd her, and I know her virtue. --Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness : the trick : If you will hang me for it, you may, but 1 There's more behind, that is more gratulate. had rather
it would please you, I might be whipp'a. Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy ; Duke. Whipp'd tirst, sir, and hang'd after. - We shall employ thee in a worthier place :Proclaim it, provost, round about the city;
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
I have a motion much imports your good;
What's mine is your's, and what is your's is mine:Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show a whore! Your highness said even now, I made you a What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. duke: good my lord, do not recompense me, in making
[Exeunt. me a cuckold.
Much Ado about Nothing.
| Pogberry, }
Iwo foolish Oficers.
A Friar. Benedick, a young Lord of Padua, Favourite like A Boy. wise of Don Pedro.
Hero, Daughter to Leonato. Leonato, Governor of Messina.
Beatrice, Niece to Leonato. Antonio, his Brother.
Margaret, Balthazar, Servant to Don Pedro.
Gentlewomen attending on Hero.
Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.
Mess. 0, he is returned ; and as pleasant as ever
he was. SCENE I. Before Leonato's House.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and chal
lenged Cupid at the flight: and my uncle's fool, realEnter Leonato, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with a ing the challenge, subscribed for Capid, and chalMessenger.
lenged him at the bird-bolt.- I pray you, how many Leon. I LEARN in this letter, that Don Pedro of many hath he killed a for, indeed, "promised to eat Arragon, comes this night to Messina.
all of his killing. Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three Leon. Faith, niece, yon tax signior Benedick too leagues off when I left him.
much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these action !
wars. Mess. Bu w of any sort, and none of name. Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an brings bome fall numbers. I tind here, that Don excellent stomach. Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Floren Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. tine, called Claudio.
Beat. And a good soldier to a lady;-- But what is Mess. Much deserved on his part, and eqnally re. he to a lord ! membered by Don Pedro : he hath borne himself be. Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed yond the promise of his age ; doing, in the figure of with all honourable virtues. á lamh, the feats of a lion : he hath, indeed, better Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to man : but for the stuffing,- Well, we are all mortal. tell you how.
Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there is Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and very much glad of it.
her : they never meet, but there is a skirmish of wit Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there between them. appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy could Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last not show itself modest enough, without a badge of conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now bitterness.
is the whole man governed with one : so that if he Leon. Did he break out into tears!
have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it Mess. In great measure.
for a difference between himself and his horse: for it Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: There are no is all the wealth that he hath lett, to be known a reasonfaces traer than those that are so washed. How much able creature.---Who is his companion now! He hath better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping ? every month a new sworn brother.
Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned froin Mess. Is it possible! the wars, or no !
Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but less. I know none of that name, lady ; there was as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next none such in the army of any sort.
block. Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece!
Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your Hero. My cousin meaus signior Benedick of Padua. books.