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SCENE I.- A Hall in Angelo's House. Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well
what they are: but precise villains they are, that I Ester ANGELO, ESCALUS, a Justice, Provost,
am sure of; and void of all profanation in the Officers, and other Attendants.
world, that good christians ought to have. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise officer. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
Ang. Go to: What quality are they of? Elbow And la it keep one shape, till custom make it is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow? Their perch, and not their terror.
Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow. Escal
Ay, but yet Ang. What are you, sir ? La us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Elb. He, sir ? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd ; one Than fall, and bruise to death : Alas! this gentle that serves a bad woman ; whose house, sir, was, as man,
they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs ; and now Whom I would save, had a most noble father. she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very Let but your honour know,
ill house too. (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) Escal. How know you that? Taar, in the working of your own affections,
Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven Had tirne cober'd with place, or place with wishing, and your honour, – Os that the resolute acting of your blood
Escal. How! thy wife? Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose,
Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an Whether you led not sometime in your life
honest woman, Eri'd in this point which now you censure him, Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ? And pulled the law upon you.
Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, Another thing to fall. I not deny,
it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Way, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had Guilsier than him they try : What's open made to been a woman cardinally given, might have been justice,
accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliThat justice seizes. What know the laws,
ness there. That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very preg. Escal. By the woman's means? nant,
Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Overdone's means : but The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, as she spit in his face, so she defied him. Because we see it; but what we do not see,
Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. Ve tread upon, and never think of it.
Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou You may not so extenuate his offence,
honourable man, prove it. Fee I bave had such faults; but rather tell me, Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? When I, that censure him, do so offend,
[TO ANGELO. La mine owo judgment pattern out my death, Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. longing (saving your honour's reverence,) for stew'd Esced. Be it as your wisdom will.
prunes; sir, we had but two in the house, which at
Where is the provost ? that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruitPro. Here, if it like your honour.
dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours lave
See that Claudio seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but Be executed by nine to-morrow morning :
very good dishes. Bóng him his confessor, let him be prepard; Escal. Go to, go to; no matter for the dish, sir. For what's the utmost of his pilgrimage.
Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin ; you are
Exit Provost therein in the right: but, to the point : As I say, Excel. Well, beaven forgire him! and forgive us this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and all!
being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, Sune run from brakes of vice, and answer none; inaster Froth here, this very man, having eaten the And some condetoned for a fault alone.
rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very Duter E180w, Froty, Clown, Officers, fc.
honestly; - for, as you know, master Froth, I could
not give you three-pence again, EB. Come, bring them away: if these be good Froth. No, indeed. people in a common-weal, that do nothing but use Clo. Very well : you being then, if you be rememtear abuses in common houses, I know no law; ber'd, cracking the stones of the aforesaid prunes. briog them away.
Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. Anz. How now, sir! What's your name ? and Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you what's the matter?
be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, El. If it please your honour, I am the poor were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do kept very good diet, as I told you. leasupra justice, sir, and do bring in here before Froth. All this is true. your good honour two notorious benefactors.
Clo, Why, very well then. Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the Stegt are they dot malefactors?
purpose. – What was done to Elbow's wife, that
he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some offences was done to her.
in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.
what they are. Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your ho Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:nour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into master Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come Froth here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year ; upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; whose father died at Hallowmas : - Was't not at thou art to continue. Hallowmas, master Froth ?
Escal. Where were you born, friend ? Froth. All-hollond eve.
[To FROTH. Clo. Why, very well ; I hope here be truths: He, Froth. Here in Vienna, sir. sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ; — 'twas Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir. delight to sit : Have you not ?
Escal. So. What trade are you of, sir ? Froth. I have so; because it is an open room,
(To the Clown. and good for winter.
Clo. A tapster ; a poor widow's tapster.
Clo. Mistress Over-done.
Clo. Nine, sir ; Over-done by the last. Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Escal. Nine! - Come hither to me, master Froth. Escal. I think no less : Good morrow to your Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted lordship.
[Erit Angelo with tapsters: they will draw you, master Froth, Now, sir, come on : What was done to Elbow's and you will hang them : Get you gone, and let me wife, once more ?
hear no more of you. Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own
part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man but I am drawn in. did to my wife.
Escal. Well ; no more of it master Froth : fareClo. I beseech your honour, ask me.
well. (Exit Froth.) - Come you hither to me, Escal. Well, sir : what did this gentleman to her ? master tapster ; what's your name, master tapster ?
Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Pompey. face: - Good master Froth, look upon his honour; Escal. What else? 'tis for a good purpose : Doth your honour mark Clo. Bum, sir. his face?
Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest Escal. Ay, sir, very well.
thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.
you aré Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly Escal. Well, I do so.
a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face? a tapster. Are you not ? come, tell me true; it Escal. Why, no.
shall be the better for you. Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live. worst thing about him : Good then ; if his face be Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being the worst thing about him, how could master Froth a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? do the constable's wife any harm? I would know. is it a lawful trade? that of your honour.
Clo. If the law would allow sir. Escal. He's in the right : Constable, what say Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey :
nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay house ; next, this is a respected fellow; and his all the youth in the city ? mistress is a respected woman.
Escal. No, Pompey. Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife, is a more respected Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't person than any of us all.
then: If your worship will take order for the drabs Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked varlet : and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected, Escal There are pretty orders beginning, I can with man, woman, or child.
tell you : It is but heading and hanging. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that married with her.
way but for ten year together, you'll
be glad to give Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Ini out a commission for more heads. If this law hold quity ? - Is this true?
in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, Elb. O thou caitiff! (thou varlet ! O thou after three-pence a bay: If you live to see this come wicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before I to pass, say, Pompey told you so. was married to her? If ever I was respected with Escal. Thank you, good Pompey : and, in reher, or she with me, let not your worship think me quital of your prophecy, hark you, — I advise you, the poor duke's officer :- Prove this, thou wicked let me not find you before me again upon any comHannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you
Escal. If he took you a box o'th' ear, you might do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, have your action of slander too.
and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing, El. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this time, What is't your worship's pleasure I should do with Pompey, fare you well. this wicked caitiff?
Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel;
you to it?
but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall
Hath he a sister? better deterinine.
Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, Who ne? No, no; let carman whip his jade; And to be shortly of a sisterhood, The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Exit. If not already,
Escai. Come hither to me, master Elbow ; come Ang. Well, let her be admitted. hither, master Constable. How long have you been
[Exit Servant. is dues place of constable ?
See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; ER Seven year and a half, sir.
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.
Prov. Save your honour! [Offering to retire. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! Ang. Stay a little while. — [To Isas.] You are They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't : Are
welcome : What's your will ? there bok men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
Eis. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters : Please but your honour hear me, as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for Ang.
Well; what's your suit? thena; I do it for some piece of money, and go Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, through with all
And most desire should meet the blow of justice; Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some For which I would not plead, but that I must; six or wven, the most sufficient of your parish. For which I must not plead, but that I am EB. To your worship's house, sir ?
At war, 'twixt will, and will not. Escal. To my house : Fare you well. [Erit El
Well; the matter? 20w.) What's o'clock, think you ?
Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : Aut. Eleven, sir.
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces Excel. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! But there's no remedy.
Why, every fault's condemn’d, ere it be done : Juk. Lord Angelo is severe.
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
It is but needful : To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Vacy is not itself, that oft looks so ;
And let go by the actor. Padon is still the nurse of second woe:
O just, but severe law ! But yet, - Poor Claudio ! - There's no remedy. I bad a brother then. - Heaven keep your honour! Come, sir. (Exeunt.
(Retiring. Lucio. (To IsaB.] Give't not o'er so:
to him SCENE II. - Another Room in the same.
again, intreat him ;
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown ; Enter Provost and a Servant.
You are too cold: if you should need a pin, Sere. He's hearing of a cause; he will come
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: straight
To him, I say. 1'11 tell him of you.
Isab. Must he needs die ? Proe. Pray you do. (Erit Servant.] I'll know
Maiden, no remedy. His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas,
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon He beth but as offended in a dream !
him, Al scts, all ages, smack of this vice; and he
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. To die for it!
Ang. I will not do't.
But can you, if you would?
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Now what's the matter, provost ? Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Prat. L it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
wrong, Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse order ?
As mine is to him? Why dost thou ask again?
He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late. Prus.
Lest I might be too rash : Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. Under your good correction, I have seen,
Isab. Too late ? why, no; I, that do speak a word, When, after execution, judgment hath
May call it back again : Well, believe this, Repeated o'er his doom.
No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Aas
Go to; let that be mine : Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Do you your office, or give up your place,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, And you shall well be spar'd.
Become them with one half so good a grace, I crare your honour's pardon. As mercy does. If he had been as you, What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; She's very near her hour.
But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Ang Dispose of her
Ang. Pray you, begone. To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Re-enter Servant.
And you were Isabel ? should it then be thus?
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
Lucio. Ay, touch him; there's the vein. (Aside.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that And you but waste your words.
Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Isab.
Alas! alas ! Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. And He that might the vantage best have took, Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Found out the remedy: How would you be, Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, If he, which is the top of judgment, should Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, But judge you as you are? O, think on that ; That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know Like man new made.
That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
Be you content, fair maid; A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Against my brother's life.
She speaks, and 'tis
Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him :
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Ang. I will bethink me: Come again to We kill the fowl of season ; shall we serve heaven
morrow. With less respect than we do minister
Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink
turn back. you :
Ang. How ! bribe me? Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share There's many have committed it. Lucio.
Ay, well said. Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, slept :
Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, Those many bad not dar'd to do that evil,
As fancy values them : but with true prayers, If the first man that did the edict infringe,
That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; Ere sun-rise : prayers from preserved souls, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, To nothing temporal. (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd,
Well: come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away.
(Aside to ISABEL · Isab.
Yet show some pity. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe ! Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Ang.
Amen : for I For then I pity those I do not know,
Am that way going to temptation, [ Aside. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Where prayers cross. And do him right, that, auswering one foul wrong,
At what hour to-morrow Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;
Shall I attend your lordship? Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.
At any time 'fore doon. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this Isab. Save your honour ! sentence;
[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Prorost. And he, that suffers: 0, it is excellent
Ang. From thee ; even from thy virtue ! To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? To use it like a giant.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Lucio. That's well said.
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but That modesty may more betray our sense thunder.
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground Merciful heaven!
enough, Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Shall we desire to razo the sanctuary, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fý, fy! Than the soft myrtle; - 0, but man, proud man ! What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ? Drest in a little brief authority;
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Most ignorant of what he's most assur’d,
That make her good? o, let her brother live : His glassy essence, - like an angry ape,
Thieves for their robbery have authority, Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
her, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
That I desire to hear her speak again, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench : he will relent; And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? He's coming, I perceive't.
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Prov.
Pray heaven, she win him! With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Great men may jest with saints : 'uis wit in them; To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumpet, But, in the less, foul profanation.
With all her double vigour, art, and nature,
Ose stes my temper ; but this virtuous maid Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, dues me quite; - Ever till now,
Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, Thea men were fond, I smil'd and wonder'd | As if I did but only chew his name ; bow.
(Exit. And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception: The state whereon I studied, SCENE III. - A Room m a Prison. Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Exter Duxe, kabited like a Friar, and Provost.
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Duke. Hail to you, prorost ! so, I think you are. Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Præ. I am the provost : What's your will, good which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! friar?
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Dule. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls I come to visit the afíicted spirits
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood :
One Isabel, a sister,
Desires access to you.
Ang. Teach her the way. (Exit Sery.
Of necessary fitness ? Than de for this.
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; When must he die?
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive : and even so
Quit their own part, and in obsequious foodness Dule. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Croud to his presence, where their untaught love het. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Must needs appear offence. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
Enter ISABELLA. And try your penitence, if it be sound,
How now, fair maid ? Or bollowly put on.
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. I'll gladly learn.
Ang. That you might know it, would much betDrake. Love you the man that wrong'd you?
ter please me, Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'a Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot
live. Diete. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Isab. Even so ? - Heaven keep your honour ! ris mutually committed ?
Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and it may be, Drake. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. As long as you, or 1: yet he must die. Juget. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Isab. Under your sentence? Dute. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve, As flat the san bath brought you to this shame, - Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not That his soul sicken not. heaven;
Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices ! It were as Suwing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
good Bats we stand in fear,
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen Fräd. I do repent me, as it is an evit ;
A man already made, as to remit And take the shaine with joy.
Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image There rest.
In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy Your putner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Falsely to take away a life true made, And I am going with instruction to tim.
As to put mettle in restrained means, Grace go with you! Benedicite! [Erit. To make a false one.
Julid. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in That respites me a life, whose very comfort
earth. is still a dying horror!
Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. 'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. Which had you rather, That the most just law
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, SCENE IV. - A Room in Angelo's House. Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,
As she that he hath stain'd ?
Sir, believe this, Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and I had rather give my body than my soul. pray
Ang. I talk not of your soul; Our compell'd sins Ta neteral subjects: heaven hath my empty words: Stand more for number than accompt.