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But as we stand in fear,-

I had rather give my body than my soul. Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;

Ang. I talk not of your soul ; our compell'd sins And take the shame with joy.

Stand more for number than accompt

. Duke.

There rest.

How say you? Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak And I am going with instruction to him.

Against the thing I say. Answer to this;Grace go with you! Benedicite!

[Exit. I, now the voice of the recorded law, Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O injurious love, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : That respites me a life, whose very comfort Might there not be a charity in sin, Is still a dying horror!

To save this brother's life ?' Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. Isab.

Please you to do't, SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's house.

I'll take it as a peril to my soul.

It is no sin at all, but charity,

Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Were equal poize of sin and charity; pray

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my sait, Whilst my invention, hearing pot my tongue, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer Anchors on Isabel : heaven ia my mouth,

To have it added to the faults of mine, As if I did but only chew his name;

And nothing of your answer. And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil


Nay, but hear me Of my conception: the state whereon I studied, Your sense parsnes not mine: either you are ignorant

. Is like a good thing, being often read,

Or seem

so, craftily; and that's not good. Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Whereio (let no man hear me) I take pride, But graciously to know I am no better. Coald I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! When it doth tax itself: as those black masks How often dost thon with thy case, thy habit, Proclaim an enshield beanty ten

times louder Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser sonls Than beauty could displayed --But mark me; To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Let's write good angel on the devil's born,

Your brother is to die. "Tis not the devil's crest.

Isab. So.
Enter Servant.

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears How now, who's there?

Accountant to the law upon that pain.
One Isabel, a sister,

Isab. True.
Desires access to you.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, Ang. Teach her the way. (Exit Serv. As subscribe not that, nor any other, O heavens!

But in the loss of question) that you, his sister, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;

Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Making both it unable for itself,

Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, And dispossessing all the other parts

Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of necessary fitness ?

of the all-binding law; and that there were So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;

No earthly mean to save him, but that either Come all to help him, and so stop the air

You must lay down the treasures of your body By which he should revive : and even so

To this supposed, or else let him saffer; The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,

What would you do? Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness

Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love

That is, were I under the terms of death, Must needs appear oflence.

The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rabies,

And strip myself to death, as to a bed

That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield How now, fair maid ?

My body up to shame. Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Ang.

Then must your brother de Ang. That you might know it, would much better Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way: please me,

Better it were, a brother died at once, Tlan to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Isab. Even so ?—Heaven keep your honour! Should die for ever.

(Retiring. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sententi. Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and, it may be, That you have slander'd so? As long as you, or I : yet he must die.

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Isab. Under your sentence ?

Are of two houses : lawful mercy is Ang. Yea.

Nothing a-kin to foul redemption. Isab. Wben, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant, Longer, or shorter, he may he so fitted,

And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother That his soul sicken pot.

A merriment than a vice. Ang. Ha! Fy, these filthy vices! It were as good Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen To have what we'd have, we speak not what we nean? A man already made, as to remit

I something do excuse the thing I hate, Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, For his advantage, that

I dearly love. In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy

Ang. We are all frail. Falsely to take away a life true made,


Else let my brother då As to put mettle in restrained means,

If not a feodary, but only he, To make a false one.

Owe, and succeed by weakness. Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Ang.

Any. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view the Which had you rather, That the most just law

selves; Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Women !-Help heaven! men their creation mar As she that he hath stain'd?

In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frai; Isab.

Sir, believe this, For we are soft as our complexions are,

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For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,

I think it well: And yet run'st toward him still: thou art not noble ; And from this testimony of your own sex,

For all the accommodations that thou bearist, Since, I suppose, we are made to be po stronger Are nurs’d by baseness: thou art by no means Thin faults may shake onr frames,) let me be bold;

valiant; I do arrest your words ; be that you are,

For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; Of a poor worm : thy best of rest is sleep, li vou be one, as you are well expressid

And that thou of provok'st; yet grossly fear’st By all external warrants,) show it now,

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thysell; By putting on the destio'd livery.

For thon exist'st on many a thousand grains Tab. I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord, That issue out of dust: happy thou art not; Let me intreat you speak the former language. For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

And what thou hast, forget'st: thou art not certain; Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, That he shall die for it.

After the moon: if thou art rich, thou art poor; Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Isb. I know, your virtue hath a licence iu't, Thon bear’st thy heavy riches but a journey, bich seems a little fouler than it is,

And death uploads thee: friend hast thou none; To pluck on others.

For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, Ang.

Believe me, on mine honour, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Wię words express my purpose.

Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, Isab. Ha! little hooour to be much believ'd, For ending thee po sooner: thou hast nor youth, nor And most pernicious purpose !--Seeming, seeming!

age; I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:

But, as it were, an aster-dinner's sleep, at me a present pardon for my brother,

Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Op with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alis Alvod, what man thou art.

Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Who will believe thee, Isabel? Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, por beauty, My ansoil d name, the austereness of my life, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, Vi souch against you, and my place i' the state, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Will so your accusation overweigh,

Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, liat Fou shall stifle in your own report,

That makes these odds all even. And smell of calumoy. I have begin;.


I humbly thank you. And now I give my sensual race the rein:

To sue to live, I find, I seek to die; fit the consent to my sharp appetite;

And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
Lov by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
Test banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother

Byielding up thy body to my will;

Isab. What, llo! Peace here; grace and good Or else he must not only die the death,


[a welcome. Bethy unkindness shall his death draw out

Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves To lingering suflerance : answer me to-morrow,

Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Or, by the affection that now guides me most,

Claud. Most holy sir, 1 thank you. I il prove a tyrant to him as for you,

Isab. My business is a word or two with Clandio. Nay wbat you can, my false o'erweighs your trne. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's

(Exit. leab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this,

Duke. Provost, a word with you. Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,


As many as you please. That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,

Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be con. Eber of condemnation or approot!

ceald, Bidding the law make court sy to their will ;

Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. Hooding both right and wrong to the appetite,

Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ? To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:

Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in deed: Twngh he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,

Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Het bath he io him sucb'a mind of honour,

Intends you for his swift ambassador, Itat had he twenty heads to tender down

Where you shall be an everlasting leiger. Dy twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Therefore your best appointment make with speed; Before his sister should her body stoop

To-morrow you set on. To soch abhorr'd pollution.


Is there no remedy? Ten Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :

Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, More than our brother is our chastity.

To cleave a heart in twain. 1:1 tell him vet of Angelo's request,


But is there any ?
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Exit. Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;

There is a devilish mercy in the judge,

If you'll implore it, that will free your life,

But fetter you till death. Scene I.-A Room in the Prison.


Perpetual durance ? Enter DUKE, Claudio, and Provost.

Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint,

Though all the world's vastidity you had,
Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord To a determin’d scope.


But in what nature ? Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't)

Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear. Trave hope to live, and am prepard to die. And leave you naked. Duke. Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Claud.

Let me know the point. Sall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake lil do lose thee, I do lose a thing

Lest thou a feverous lite should'st entertain, Test none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, And six or seven winters more respect Ervile to all the skiey infinences,)

Than a perpetual bonour. Darist thou die? Trat dost this habitation, where thon keepist, The sense of death is most in apprehension; Huarly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,


your sister.

Bat only hope :

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
As when a giant dies.

'Tis best that thou diest quickly Going Claud. Why give you me this shame ?


O hear me, Isabella. Think yon I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die,

Re-enter DUKE. I will encounter darkness as a bride,

Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one And hag it in mine arms.

[grave Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's

Isab. What is your will ?

(word. Did utter forth a voice!' Yes, thou must die:

Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I 'Thou art too noble to conserve a life

would by and by have some speech with you : tbe In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,- benefit.

satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own Whose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,

Isab. I have no superfluous leisure ; my stay ma: As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil;

be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a

while. His filth within being cast, he would appear

Duke. (To Claudio, aside.) Son, I have overA pond as deep as hell. Claud. The princely Angelo?

heard what hath past between you and your sister Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,

Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; aby

be hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise to The damned'st body to invest and cover In princely guards! Dost thou think, Claudio,

judgment with the disposition of natures; sbe, having If I would yield him my virginity,

the truth of honour in her, hath made bim that to Thou might'st be freed?

cious denial, which he is most glad to receive: I am Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be therefore prepare yourself

to death : do not satisi

confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true, Jsab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank your resolution with hopes that are fallible : to

offence, So to offend him still: this night's the time

morrow you must die; go to your knees, and mak:

ready. That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou diest to-morrow.

Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out Claud. Thou shalt not do't. of love with life, that I will

sue to be rid of it. Isab. O, were it but my life,

Duke. Hold you there : farewell. [Exit Claudia I'd throw it down for your deliverance

Re-enter Provost.
frankly as a pin.

Thanks, dear Isabel. Provost, a word with you.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow. Prov. What's your will, father?
Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him,

Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, leave me awhile with the maid; my mind promises When he would force it? Sure it is no sin;

with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my compe? Or of the deadly seven it is the least.

Prov. In good time.

\Exit Pronost Isab. Which is the least?

Duke. The band that hath made you fair, bat: Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, made yon good : the goodness, that is cheap Why, would he for the momentary trick

beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; but grate Be perdurably find ?-O Isabel !

being the soul of your complexion, should keep the Isab. What says my brother?

body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo ha Claud.

Death is a fearful thing. made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my undet Isab. And shamed life a hateful.

standing; and, but that frailty hath examples for sa Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; falling, 1 should wonder at Angelo. How would you To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;

do to content this substitute, and to save your brother This sensible warm motion to become

Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had it A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit

ther my brother die by the law, than my son sboa To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

be unlawfully born. "But O, how much is the grad In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

duke deceived in Angelo! if ever he return, and I To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,

can speak to him, I will open my lips in rain, And blown with restless violence round about discover his government. The pendent world, or to be worse than worst Duke. That shall not be much amiss : yet, as to Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts matter now stands, he will avoid yoar accasaher

, Imagine howling 'tis too horrible!

be made trial of you only. Therefore, fasten Fun The weariest and most loathed worldly life,

ear on my advisings; to the love I have in dag That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment

good, a remedy presents itself. I do make mye Can lay on nature, is a paradise

believe, that you may most uprighteously do a pens To what we fear of death.

wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your kt Isab. Alas! alas !

ther from the angry law; do no stain to your si Claud.

Sweet sister, let me live: gracious person; and much please the absent duke What sin you do to save a brother's life,

if, peradventure, he shall ever return to have beza Nature dispenses with the deed so far,

ing of this busives. That it becomes a virtue.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I b*** Isab. 0, you beast !

spirit to do any thing that appears not foal is to 0, faithless coward! O, dishonest wretch!

truth of my spirit. Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fra Is't not a kind of incest, to take life (think? ful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sign From thine own sister's shame? What should i of Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! For such a warped slip of wilderness

Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good work Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance ! went with her name. Die ; perish! might but my bending down

Duke. Her should this Angele have married; w Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: affianced to her by oath, and the puptial appointed I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,

between which time of the contract, and limit No word to save thee.

the solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecke Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.

at sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dety Isab.

O, fy, fy, fy! bis sister. But mark, how heavily this befel w Thy sia's not accidental, but a trade:

poor gentlewoman there she lost a noble and re.

sea ?

marwned brother, in his love toward ber ever most I drink, I eat, array myself, and live. kind and natural; with him the portion and sinew of Canst thou believe thy living is a life, her tortune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend. combinate busband, this well-seeming Angelo.

Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but Isab. Cao this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her? yet, sir, I would prove

(for sin, Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer, pretending in her discoveries of dishonour: in few, Correction aud instruction must both work, Destiwed her on her own lamentation, which she yet Ere this rude beast will profit. wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is Elb. He must before the depnty, sir; he has given mashed with them, but relents not.

him warning: the deputy cappot abide a whoreIsah. What a merit were it in death, to take this master; if he be a whoremonger and comes before him, Door maid from the world! What corruption in this he were as good go a mile on his errand. ble, that it will let this man live ! - But how out of Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, tax can she avail?

Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, free! Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heal:

Enter Lucio. and the cure of it not only saves your brother, but her is you from dishonour in doing it.

Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord, sir. limb. Show me how, good father.

Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail: here's a geutleDuke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the man, and a friend of mine. Colouance of her first affection; his unjust unkind- Lurio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the less, that in all reason should have quenched her heels of Cæsar ? Art thou led in triumph ? What, Tue, bath, like an impediment in the current, made is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; an- woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the swer his requiring with a plausible obedience; agree pocket, and extracting it clutch'd? What reply? with his demands to the point : only refer yourself to Ha! What say'st thou to this tune, matter, and tus advantage,- first, that your stay with him may method? Is't not drown'd i' the last rain? Ha! sout be long; that the time may have all shadow and What say'st thou, trot? Is the world as it was,

ence in it, and the place answer to convenience : man? Which is the way ? Is it sad, and few words las being granted in course, now follows all. We Or how? The trick of it? siail advise this wronged maid to stead up your

Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse ! of justment, go in your place; if the encounter Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress ? kpowledge itself hereafter, it may compel him to

Procures she still ? Ha? les recompense : and here, by this, is your brother Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, wied, your honour untainted, the poor Mariana and she is herself in the tub. advantaged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it: it maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt. If must be so: ever your fresh whore, and your powpou think well to carry this as you may, the double- der'd bawd: an unshunn'd consequence; it must **s of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof. be so: art going to prison, Pompey? Ithat think you of it?

Clo. Yes, faith, sir. Isab. The image of it gives me content already; Lucio. Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey: farewell: xsul, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous per- go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey?

Or how? Duke. It lies much in your holding up: haste you Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. aper dily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat you Lucio. Well, then imprison him: if imprisonment L» bis bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated

grange, he, doubtless, and of antiquity too: bawd-born.Taides this dejected Mariana : at that place call Farewell, good Pompey: commend me to the prison, me ; and despatch with Angelo, that it may be Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey;

you will keep the bouse.

bail. Isrb. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well, Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my sind father.

(Exeunt severally. Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not SCENE II.-The Street before the Prison.

the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your

bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your Eater Duke, as a Friar; to him Elbow, Clown,

mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey.-Bless and Officers. El. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that Duke. And og will needs buy and sell men and women like Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? **sts, we shall have all the world drink brown and Elb. Come your ways, sir; come. e bastard.

Clo. You will not bail me then, sir ? Duke. 0, beavens! what stuff is here!

Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.–What news Cio. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two usar- abroad, friar? What news?

the merriest was put down, and the worser Elb. Come your ways, sir; come. Tru'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep him Lucio. Go-to kennel, Pompey, go. = urm; and furr'd with fox and lamb-skins too, to

[ Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. calify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands What dews, friar, of the duke? in the facing

(friar. Duke. I know pone : can yon tell me of any ? Elb. Come your way, sir.—Bless you, goo father Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Duke. And you, good brother father: what Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is ience bath this man made you, sir?

he, think you ? Fib. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law; and, Duke. I know not where but wheresoever, 1 #r, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have wish him well. sand upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock, which we Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him to ve sent to the deputy:

steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was Duke. Fy, sirrab'; a bawd, a wicked bawd! never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his he end that thou cansest to be done,

absence: he puts transgression to't. hat is thy means to live: do thou but think

Duke. He does well in't. hat 'tis tu cram a maw, or clothe a back,

Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do rom such a filthy vice : say to thyself,-

no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, rom their abominable and beastlý touches



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Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must yet would have dark deeds darkly answer'd; be cure it.

would never bring them to light : would he were Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great return'd! Marry, this Claadio is condemnd for kindred; it is well ally’d: but it is impossible to untrussing. Farewell, good friar; 1 prythee, pray extirp it quite, friar, till eating, and drinking be put for me. The duke, say to thee again, would eat down. They say, this Angelo was not made by man mutton on Fridays. He's now past it; yet, and I and woman, after the downright way of creation : is say to thee, be would mouth with a beggar, though it true, think you?

she smelt brown bread and garlic: say, that I said Duke. How should he be made, then?


(Esit. Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd bim :- Duke. No might por greatness in mortality Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes : Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny -But it is certain, that when he makes water, his The whitest virtue strikes : what king so strong, urine is congeald ice; that I know to be true : and Can tie the gall op in the slanderous tongue ?he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible.

But who comes here?
Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace.
Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him,

Enter ESCALUs, Provost, Bawd, and Officers. for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the Escal. Go, away with her to prison. life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, have Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your honoar done this? Ere he would have hang'd a man for the is accounted a merciful man: good my lord. getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the forfeit in the same kind? This would make mercy sport; he knew the service, and that instructed bim swear, and play the tyrant. to mercy,

Prov. A bawd of eleven years continuance, may Duke. I never heard the absent duke much de- it please your honour. tected for women; he was not inclined that way. Bawd. My lord, this is one Lacio's information Lucio. 0, sir, you are deceived.

against me: mistress Kate Keep-dowo was with Duke. 'Tis not possible.

child by him in the duke's time, he promised her Lucio. Who? not the duke ? yes, your beggar of marriage; his child is a year and a quarter old, fifty ;-and his use was, to put a ducat in her clack- come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself; and dish: the duke had crotchets in him : he would be see how he goes about to abuse me. drunk too; that let me inform you.

Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much license :Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

let him be called before 18.--Away with her to Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his : a shy fellow prison: go to; no more words. (Exeunt Baud and was the duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of Officers.] Provost, my brother Angelo will not be his withdrawing.

alter'd, Claudio must die tomorrow: let him be Duke. What, I pr’ythee, might be the cause ? furnish'd with divines, and have all charitable pre:

Lucio. No,-pardon ;-'tis a secret must be lock'd paration; if my brother wrought by my pity, it should within the teeth and the lips: but this I can let you not be so with hin. understand,—The greater file of the subject held the Prov. So please yon, this friar hath been with duke to be wise.

him, and advised him for the entertainment of death. Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was. Escal. Good even, good father.

Lucio. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing Duke. Bliss and goodness on you! fellow.

Escal. Of whence are you? Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mis- Duke. Not of this country, though my chance is taking ; the very stream of his life, and the business he hath helmed, must, apon a warranted need, give To use it for my time: I am a brother him a better proclamation. Let him be but testi. Of gracious order, late come from the see, monied in his own bringings forth, and he shall In special business from his holiness. appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman, and Escal. What news abroad i' the world? a soldier : therefore, you speak unskilfully; or, if Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever o your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd' in goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it:

povelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him.

be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth knowledge with dearer love.

enough alive, to make societies secure; but security Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.

enough, to make fellowships accurs'd: much upon Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, new is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I (as our prayers are he may,) let me desire you to

pray you, sir, of what dispositiou was the duke? make your answer before him: if it be honest you Escal. One, that, above all other strifes, conhave spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I'am tended especially to know himself. bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name? Duke. What pleasure was he given to ?

Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merty, duke.

than merry at any thing which profess'd to make Duke. He shall know you better, sir, if I may live him rejoice : a gentleman of all temperance. But to report you.

leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may Lucio. 'I fear you not.

prove prosperous; and let me desire to know, how Duke. 0, yon hope the duke will return no more ; you find Claudio prepared. I am made to underor you imagine me too uuhurtful an opposite. But, stand, that you have lent him visitation. indeed, I can do you little harm: you'll forswear Duke. He professes to have received no sinister this again. Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceiv'd in himself to the determination of justice : yet bad he

measures from his judge, but most willingly humbles me, friar. But no more of this: canst thou tell, if framed to himself, by the instruction of his frailty

, Claudio die to-morrow, or no?

many deceiving promises of life ; which I, by my Duke. Why should he die, sir?

good leisure, have discredited to him, and now is he Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tun-dish. resolved to die. I would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd again : Escal. You have paid the heavens your fanction, this upgenitur'd agent will unpeople the province and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. with continency; sparrows must not build in his have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the es: house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke tremest shore of my modesty; but my brother justice

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