Claud. One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you. [Takes him aside. Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good. Is lechery so look'd after? Claud. Thus stands it with me: contract, I got possession of Julietta's bed: Upon a true You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Remaining in the coffer of her friends, From whom we thought it meet to hide our love, With character too gross, is writ on Juliet. Claud. Unhappily, even so. And the new deputy now for the Duke, Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the Governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; Or in his eminence that fills it up, I stagger in; - but this new Governor Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall Freshly on me: 'tis surely, for a name. Lucio. I warrant it is; and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the Duke, and appeal to him. Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. Acquaint her with the danger of my state Lucio. I pray she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, which I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio, Enter DUKE and Friar THOMAS. Duke. No, holy Father; throw away that thought: Believe not that the dribbling dart of Love Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth Friar. May your Grace speak of it? My holy sir, none better knows than you How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd; And held in idle price to haunt assemblies, Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo (A man of stricture and firm abstinence) My absolute power and place here in Vienna, You will demand of me, why I do this? Fri. Gladly, my lord. Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds,) Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep, Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, [Becomes] more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Fri. It rested in your Grace To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleas'd, And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd Than in Lord Angelo. Duke. I do fear, too dreadful: Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, 'Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass, And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my Father, I have on Angelo impos'd the office, Who may, in th' ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the fight, To do in slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both Prince and people: therefore, I pr'ythee, Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Nunnery. Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA. Isabella. And have you nuns no farther privileges? Francisca. Are not these large enough? Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more, But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of St. Clare. Lucio. [Within.] Hoa! Peace be in this place! Isab. Who's that which calls? Fran. It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella, Turn you the key, and know his business of him: You may; I may not: you are yet unsworn. When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men, But in the presence of the Prioress: Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again: I pray you, answer him. [Exit FRANCISCA. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? Lucio. roses Enter LUCIO. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek Proclaim you are no less: Can you so stead me, As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio ? Isab. Why her unhappy brother? Let me ask, The rather, for I now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his sister. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you. Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Lucio. Woe me! for what? For that, which, if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks. He hath got his friend with child. Isab. Sir, make me not your story. Lucio. 'Tis true. I would not (though 'tis my fa miliar sin With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest, I hold you as a thing enski'd, and sainted By your renouncement, an immortal spirit, And to be talked with in sincerity, As with a saint. |