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Though sometimes you do blench from this to that, | That is your part: yet I'm advis'd to do it;
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house, He says, to veil full purpose.
And tell him where I stay: give the like notice Mari.

Be rul'd by him. To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus,

Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate ; He speak against me on the adverse side, But send me Flavius first.

I should not think it strange ; for 'tis a physick, F. Peter.

It shall be speeded well. That's bitter to sweet end.

[Erit Friar. Mari. I would, friar Peter Enter VARRIUS.

Isab.

O, peace; the friar is come. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou hast made

Enter Friar PETER. good haste :

F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand Come, we will walk : There's other of our friends

most fit, Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.

Where you may have such vantage on the duke,

[Ereunt. He shall not pass you; Twice have the trumpets SCENE VI. - Street near the City Gate.

sounded;

The generous and gravest citizens
Enter ISABELLA and Mariana.

Have hent the gates, and very near upon
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath ; The duke is ent’ring; therefore hence, away.
I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,

(Eseunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. - A publick Place near the City Gate. MARIANA (veiled), ISABELLA, and Peter, at a dis

tance. Enter at opposite doors, DUKE, VARRIUS, Lords; ANGELO, EscaLUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.

Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met:Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Ang, and Escal. Happy return be to your royal

grace! Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both, We have made inquiry of you; and we hear Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.

Ang. You make my bonds still greater.
Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should

wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of oblivion ; Give me your band,
And let the subject sec, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. — Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.

PETER and ISABELLA come forward.
F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and

kneel before him.
Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid !
O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object,
Till you have heard me in my true complaint,
And given me, justice, justice, justice, justice !
Duke. Relate your wrongs: In what? By whom?

Be brief:
Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice !
Reveal yourself to him.
Isab.

(), worthy duks,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believ'd,

Or wring redress from you : hear me, O, hear me,

here. Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: She bath been a suitor to me for her brother, Cut off by course of justice ! Isab.

By course of justice ! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and

strange. Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I

speak :
That Angelo's forsworn ; is it not strange?
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 he is Angelo,
Than this is all as true as it is strange :
Nay, it is ten times true ; for truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
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, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion, That I am touch'd with madness ; make not impos

sible That which but seems unlike : 'tis not impossible 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, In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, 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. Duke.

By mine honesty,
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.
Isab.

O, gracious duke,
Harp not on that: nor do not banish reason
For inequality ; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear, where it seems hid;
And hide the false, seems true,

Dule.

Many that are not mad, Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Hare, sare, more lack of reason. - What would Duke. A ghostly father, belike: Who knows that yon say?

Lodowick : Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio,

Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling Codemn'd upon the act of fornication

friar? To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo:

I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord, I, in probation of a sisterhood,

For certain words he spake against your grace Tas sent to by my brother: One Lucio

In your retirement, I had swing'd him soundly, As then the messenger ;

Duke. Words against me? This' a good friar, Lace That's I, an't like your grace:

belike! I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd ber And to set on this wretched woman here To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo, Against our substitute ! — Let this friar be found. For her poor brother's pardon.

Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that That's he, indeed.

friar Duke. You were not bid to speak.

I saw them at the prison : a saucy friar, Lucis.

No, my good lord ; A very scurvy fellow. Nor wish'd to hold my peace.

F. Peter.

Blessed be your royal grace ! Duke.

I wish you now then ; I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Pray you, take note of it: and when you have Your royal ear abus'd: First, hath this woman A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute ; Be perfect.

Who is as free from touch or soil with her, Lucie. I warrant your honour.

As she from one ungot. Duke. The warrant's for yourself ; take heed to it. Duke.

We did believe no less. Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of ? Lucio. Right

F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy; Dreke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler, To speak before your time. - Proceed.

As he's reported by this gentleman ; Isab.

I went. And, on my trust, a man that never yet To this pernicious caitiff deputy.

Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace. Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.

Lucio. My lord, most villainously ; believe it. Iac.

Pardon it; F. Peter. Well, he in time may come to clear The phrase is to the matter.

himself;
Duke. Mended again: the matter ; – Proceed. But at this instant he is sick, my lord,

Inzk. In brief, - to set the needless process by, Of a strange fever : Upon his mere request,
How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid, (Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
How he refellid me, and how I reply'd ;

Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I bither,
For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
I bow begin with grief and shame to utter : Is true, and false ; and what he with his oath,
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body And all probation, will make up full clear,
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,

Whensoever he's convented. First, for this woman;
Release my brother; and, after much debatement, (To justify this worthy nobleman,
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,

So vulgarly and personally accus'd,)
And I did yield to him: But the next morn betimes, Her shall you bear disproved to her eyes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant

Till she herself confess it.
For my poor brother's head.

Drike.

Good friar, let's hear it. Dute. This is most likely!

[ISABELLA is carried off, guarded, and Isab. O, that it were as like as it is true !

MARIANA comes forward. Date. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st not Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo? what thou speak'st;

O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools! Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, Give us some seats - Come, cousin Angelo; In hatefal practice : First, his integrity

In this I'll be impartial; be you judge Sands without blemish :-next, it imports no reason, Of your own cause. - Is this the witness, friar ? That with such vehemency he should pursue First, let her show her face; and, after, speak. Faalts proper to himself: if he had so offended, Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face, He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself, Until my husband bid me. And not have cut him off: Some one hath set. Duke.

What, are you married ? you on;

Mari. No, my lord. Confess the truth, and say by whose advice

Duke.

Are you a maid? Tina carn'st here to complain.

Mari.

No, my lord. And is this all ? Duke. A widow then ? Then, oh, you blessed ministers above,

Mari.

Neither, my

lord. Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, Duke.

Why, you Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up

Are nothing then: - Neither maid, widow, nor wife ? En countenance ! - Heaven shield your grace from Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many woe,

of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!

Duke. Silence that fellow : I would, he had some Duke. I know, you'd fain be gono: - An officer ! To prison with her :- Shall we thus permit To prattle for himself. A béresting and a scandalous breath to fall

Lucio. Well, my lord. On bisa so near us? This needs must be a practice. Mar. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married ; -Who knew of your intent, and coming hither ? And, I confess, besides, I am no maid:

cause

I have known my husband; yet my husband knows | That's seal'd in approbation ? - You, lord Escalus, not,

Sit with my cousin ; lend him your kind pains That ever he knew me.

To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd, Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be There is another-friar that set them on ; no better.

Let him be sent for. Duke. For the benefit of silence, would thou F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for be wert so too.

indeed, Lucio. Well, my lord.

Hath set the women on to this complaint: Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. Your provost knows the place where he abides, Mari. Now I come to't, my lord :

And he may fetch him. She, that accuses him of fornication,

Duke. Go, do it instantly. - [Erit Provost. In self-same manner doth accuse my husband ; And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, And charges him, my lord, with such a time, Whom it concerns to hear this matter fortb, When I'll depose I had him in mine arms,

Do with your injuries as seems you best, With all the effect of love.

In any chastisement: I for a while Ang.

Charges she more than me? Will leave you ; but stir not you, till you have well Mari. Not that I know,

Determined upon these slanderers. Duke.

No? you say, your husband. Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly. - [Erit. Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, DUKE.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew Who thinks, be knows, that he ne'er knew my body, that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person ? But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's.

Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in Ang. This is a strange abuse :--Let's see thy face. nothing, but in his clothes ; and one that hath spoke Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. most villainous speeches of the duke.

(Unveiling Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,

come, and enforce them against him: we shall find Which, once thou swor'st, was worth the looking on: this friar a notable fellow, This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract, Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Was fast belock'd in thine : this is the body

Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again; That took away the match from Isabel,

[To an Attendant.] I would speak with her : Pray And did supply thee at thy garden-house,

you, my lord, give me leave to question ; you shall In her imagin'd person.

see how I'll handle her. Duke.

Know you this woman ? Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Lucio. Carnally, she says.

Escal. Say you ? Duke.

Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her Lucio. Enough, my lord.

privately, she would sooner confess: perchance, pubAng. My lord, I must confess, I know this lickly she'll be asliamed. And, five years since, there was some speech of Re-enter Officers, with ISABELLA; the Duke, in the marriage

Friar's habit, and Provost. Betwixt myself and her ; which was broke off, Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Partly, for that her promised proportions

Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at Came short of composition ; but, in chief,

midnight. For that her reputation was disvalued

Escal. Come on mistress : [ To ISABELLA ] here's In levity: since which time of five years,

a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke Upon my faith and honour.

of; here with the provost. Mari.

Noble prince,

Escal. In very good time: - speak not you to As there comes light from heaven, and words from him, till we call upon you. breath,

Lucio. Mum. As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women on I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly

to slander lord Angelo ? they have confess'd you did. As words could make up vows : and, my good lord, Duke. 'Tis false. But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house, Escal. How! know you where you are ? He knew me as a wife : As this is true

Duke. Respect to your great place ! and let the Let me in safety raise me from my knees ;

devil * Or else for ever be confixed here,

Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne : A marble monument!

Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak. Ang

I did but smile till now; Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;

speak : My patience here is touch'd: I do perceive, Look, you speak justly. These poor informal women are no more

Duke. Boldly, at least : But, O, poor souls, But instruments of some more mightier member, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? That sets them on : Let me have way, my lord, Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone? To find this practice out.

Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Duke.

Ay, with my heart; Thus to retort your manifest appeal And punish them unto your height of pleasure. - And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, Which here you come to accuse. Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou, thy Lucio. This is the rascal ; this is he I spoke of. oaths,

Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd Though they would swear down each particular saint,

friar! Were testimonies against his worth and credit, Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these womer,

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To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
And in the witness of his proper ear,

To think I can be undiscernible,
To call him villain ?

When I perceive, your grace, like power divine,
And then to glance from him to the duke himself ; Hath look'd upon my passes ; Then, good prince,
Te tax him with injustice? Take him hence; No longer session hold upon my shame,
To the rack with him :- We'll touze you joint by But let my trial be mine own confession :
joint,

Immediate sentence then, and sequent deam,
But we will know this purpose: _ What ! unjust? Is all the grace I beg.
Duke. Be not so hot; the duke

Duke.

Come hither, Mariana :Dare Do more stretch this finger of mine, than he Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Dare rack his own; his subject am I not,

Ang. I was, my lord. Se here provincial : My business in this state Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her, inMade me a looker-on here in Vienna,

stantly. Where I lave seen corruption boil and bubble, Do you the office, friar ; which consummate, Till it o'er-run the stew : laws, for all faults ; Return him here again : . Go with him, provost. Bat fealts so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes [Ereunt AngeLo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Sand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,

Escal. My lord, I am more amazed at his disAs much in mock as mark.

honour, Excsi, Slander to the state ! Away with him to Than at the strangeness of it. prison.

Duke.

Come hither, Isabel : dag. What can you vouch against him, signior Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Lucio ?

Advertising, and holy to your business, Is this the man that you did tell us of ?

Not changing heart with habit, I am still Luca. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither good-man Attorney'd at your service. lald-pate: Do you know me?

Isab.

O give me pardon, Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd race. I inet you at the prison, in the absence of Your unknown sovereignty. te dake.

Duke.

You are pardon’d, Isabel : Luiz O did you so? And do you remember And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. shat you said of the duke?

Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart; Diike. Most notedly, sir.

And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Lucho. Do you, so, sir ? And was the duke a Labouring to save his life, and would not rather et-ncager, a fool, and a coward, as you then re Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, pated bim to be?

Than let him so be lost : O most kind maid, Date. You must, , sir, change persons with me, It was the swift celerity of his death, es you make that my report : you, indeed, spoke Which I did think with slower foot came on, of him; and much more, much worse.

That brain'd my purpose: But, peace be with him! Laris. O thou damnable fellow ! Did not I pluck That life is better life, past fearing death, fx by the Dose, for thy speeches ?

Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, Deskt. I protest, I love the duke, as I love myself. So happy is your brother.

bug. Hark! how the villain would close now, üzr listrer. onable abuses.

Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Era Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal : Isab.

I do, my lord. Aray with him to prison :- Where is the provost ? Duke. For this new-married man, approaching - ay sith him to prison ; lay bolts enough upon

here, ha let him speak no more : - · Away with those Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Bots too, and with the other confederate com Your well defended honour, you must pardon puut (The Provost lays hands on the DUKE. For Mariana's sake : but as he adjudg’d you Duke. Stay, sir; stay awhile.

brother, dus. What! resists he! Help him, Lucio. "(Being criminal, in double violation Lucio. Come, sir ; come, sir ; come, sir ; foh, sir : Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, Wy, you bald-pated, lying rascal ! you must be Thercon dependent, for your brother's life,) buodel, taust you? Show your knave's visage, with The very mercy of the law cries out

por to you! show your sheep-biting face, and be Most audible, even from his proper tongue, Hang'i an tour! Will't not off?

An Angelo for Claudio, death for death. Pulls off the Friar's hood, and discovers the Duke. Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Date. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. duke.

Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested : First, proros, la me bail these gentle three : Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee Saeak not away, sir ; to Lucio. ) for the friar and you

vantage : Must hart 2 Word anon:

- lay hold on him. We do condemn thee to the very block Im. This may prove worse than hanging. Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like Dude. What you have spoke, I pardon ; sit you

haste; down.

[To Escalus. Away with himn. We'll bozow place of him — Sir, by your

leave : Mari.

0, my most gracious lord, (To Angelo. I hope you will not mock me with a husband! Haz tbou a Ford, or wit, or impudence,

Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,

husband : Pely upon it till my tale be heard,

Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
And hold no longer out.

I thought your marriage fit; else imputatio,
O my dread lord, For that he knew you, might reproach your life,

And choke your good to come : for his possessions, Re-enter Provost, BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO, and Although by confiscation they are ours,

JULIET. We do instate and widow you withal,

Duke. Which is that Barnardine? To buy you a better husband.

Prov.

This, my lord. Mari.

O, my dear lord, Duke. There was a friar told me of this man : I crave no other, nor no better man.

Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. That apprehends no further than this world, Mari. Gentle, my liege,

[Kneeling. And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd; · Duke.

You do but lose your labour; But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ; Away with him to death. – Now, sir, (to Lucio.) And pray thee, take this mercy to provide to you.

For better times to come: Friar, advise him; Mari. O, my good lord ! - Sweet Isabel, take I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's my part;

that? Lend me your knees, and all my life to come Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, I’n lend you all my life to do you service.

That should have died when Claudio lost his head; Duke. Against all sense you do importune her: As like almost to Claudio, as himself. Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact,

[Unmuffles CLAUDIO. Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Duke. If he be like your brother, (to ISABELLA.) And take her hence in horror.

for his sake Mari.

Isabel,

Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me ;

Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. He is my brother too : But fitter time for that. They say, best men are moulded out of faults;

By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe ;
And, for the most, become much more the better Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye : -
For being a little bad : so may my husband. Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well :
O, Isabel ! will you not lend a knee?

Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.

yours. Isab.

Most bounteous sir, I find an apt remission in myself :

[Kneeling And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon :Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d. You, sirrah, (to Lucio.] that knew me for a fool, As if my brother liv'd : I partly think,

a coward, A due sincerity governd his deeds,

One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Till he did look on me; since it is so,

Wherein have I so deserv'd of you,
Let hini not die: My brother had but justico, That you extol me thus?
In that he did the thing for which he died :

Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to For Angelo,

the trick: If you will hang me for it, you may, but I His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;

had rather it would please you, I might be whipp'd. And must be buried but as an intent

Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after, That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects; Proclaim it, provost, round about the city ; Intents but merely thoughts.

If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, Mari.

Merely, my lord.

(As I have heard him swear himself, there's one Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say. Whom he begot with child,) let her appear, I have bethought me of another fault: –

And he shall marry her : the nuptial finish'd,
Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded Let him be whipp'd and hang'd.
At an unusual hour ?

Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me Prov.

It was commanded so. to a whore! Your highness said even now, I made Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ? you a duke; good my lord, do not recompense me, Prov. No, my good lord ; it was by private in making me a cuckold. message.

Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry lier Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Give up your keys.

Remit thy other forfeits : – Take him to prison : Prov.

Pardon me, noble lord : And see our pleasure herein executed. I thought it was a fault, but knew it not ;

Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to Yet did repent mc, after more advice :

death, whipping, and hanging, For testimony whereof, one in the prison,

Duke. Slandering a prince deserves it.
That should by private order else have died, She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.
I have reserv'd alive.

Joy to you, Mariana !- love her, Angelo;
Duke.
What's he?

I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue,
Prov.
His name is Barnardine.

Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness:
Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio, There's more behind, that is more gratulate.
Go, fetch liim hither ; let me look upon him. Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy;

[Erit Provost

We shall employ thee in a worthier place : Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise

Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home As you, lord Angelo, have still appear’d,

The head of Ragozinc for Claudio's; Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

I have a motion much imports your good ; Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure : Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,

What's mine is your's and what is your's is mine : That I crave death more willingly than mercy ; So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show 'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know.

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