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More fit to do another such offence,

And dispossessing all the other parts Than die for this.

Of necessary fitness ? Duke. When must he die ?

So play the foolish throngs with one thatswoons, Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

Come all to help him, and so stop the air I have provided for you; stay a while, By which he should revive: and even so

(TO JULIET. The general,* subject to a well-wish'd king, And you shall be conducted.

Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you Crowd to his presence, where their untaught carry? Must needs appear offence.

(love Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most pa

Enter IsaBELLA. tiently.

How now, fair maid ? Duke. I'll teach you how shall arraign


Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. your conscience,

Ang. That you might know it, would much And try your penitence, if it be sound,

better please me,

[live. Or hollowly put on.

Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot Juliet. I'll gladly learn. Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?

Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour!

(Retiring Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.

Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful As long as you, or I: Yet he must die. Was mutually committed ?

Isab. Under your sentence?

[act Juliet. Mutually.

Ang. Yea.

Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his re-Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.

prieve, Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Longer, or shorter, he may so be fitted,

That his soul sicken not. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter : But lest you do repent,

Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices ! It were as As that the sin hath brought you to this shame. To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen

good Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not

A man already made, as to remit heaven;

image Showing, we'd not spare* heaven, as we love In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's But as we stand in fear, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;

Falsely to take away a life true made, And take the shame with joy.

As to put mettle in restrained means,

To make a false one.
Duke. There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,

Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in

earth. And I am going with instruction to him.Grace go with you, Benedicite! [Erit.

Ang. Say you so ? then I shall pose you Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious which had you rather, That the most just law

quickly. love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort

Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,

Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Is still a dying horror!

As she that he hath stain'd? Prov. 'Tis pity of him.


Isab. Sir, believe this,
SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House. I had rather give my body than my soul.

Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compell’d
Stand more for number than accompt.

[sins Ang. When I would pray and think, I think

Isab. How say you ? (words ;

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can To several subjects : heaven hath my empty

speak Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,

I, now the voice of the recorded law, As if I did but only chew his name ;

Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Ofmyconception : the state, whereon I studied, To save this brother's life?

Might there not be charity in sin,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

Isab. Please you to do't,

I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,

It is no sin at all, but charity.
Could I, with boot,t change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Were equal poise of sin and charity.

Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul.
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art

suit, blood :

If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, To have it added to the faults of mine, 'Tis not the devil's crest.

And nothing of your answer.

Ang. Nay, but hear me: [ignorant, How now, who's there?

Your sense pursues not mine : either you are Serv. One Isabel, a sister,

Or seem

so, craftily: and that's not good. Desires access to you.

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing Ang. Teach her the way. (Exit Serv.

But graciously to know I am no better, (good, O heavens!

Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; When it doth tax itself: as these black masks

bright, Making both it unable for itself,

Proclaim an enshieldt beauty ten times louder *Spare to offend heaven. | Profit. Outside.

* People.

Enshielded, coyercd.

and pray

ing !*

Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me ;, Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : To pluck on others.
Your brother is to die.

Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
Isab. So.

My words express my purpose. Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, Accountant to the law upon that pain.* And most pernicious purpose !-Seeming, seem

Isab. True. Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort: (As I subscribet not that, nor any other, Sign me a present pardon for my brother, But in the loss of question, t) that you, his sister, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Aloud, what man thou art.

world Whose credit with the judge, or own great Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel? place,

My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, Could fetch your brother from the manacles My voucht against you, and my place i' the of the all-binding law; and that there were Will so your accusation overweigh, [state, No earthly mean to save him, but that either That you shall stifle in your own report, You must lay down the treasures of your body And smell of calumny. I have begun; To this supposed, or else let him suffer; And now I give my sensual race the rein: What would you do?

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes, That is, Were I under the terms of death, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy The impression of keen whips I'd wear as By yielding up thy body to my will; [brother And strip myself to death, as to a bed (rubies, or else he must not only die the death, That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield But thy unkindness shall his death draw out My body up to shame.

To lingering sufferance : answer me to-morrow, Ang. Then must your brother die.

Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way : I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Better it were, a brother died at once,

Say what you can, my false o’erweighs your Than that a sister, by redeeming him,


Erit. Should die for ever.

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sen

this, That you have slanderd so?

(tence Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, Isab. Ignomyj in ransom, and free pardon, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Are of two houses : lawful mercy is

Either of condemnation or approof! Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, tyrant ;

To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Though he hath fallen by prompture of the A merriment than a vice.

blood, Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, To have what we'd have, we speak not what That had he twenty heads to tender down we mean :

On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, I something do excuse the thing I hate, Before his sister should her body stoop For his advantage that I dearly love.

To guch abhorr'd pollution. Ang. We are all frail.

Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab. Else let my brother die,

More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary.ll but only he,

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. Ang. Nay, women are frail too.

(Exit. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view

ACT III. themselves;

SCENE I.-A Room in the Prison. Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women !-Help heaven! men their creation

Enter DUKE, CLAUDIO, and Provost. mar

(frail ; Duke. So then you hope of pardon from lord In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times Angelo? For we are soft as our complexions are, Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, And credulous to false prints.**

But only hope : Ang. I think it well :

I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. And from this testimony of your own sex, Duke. Be absolutell for death ; either death, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger

or life,

[life, Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with bold;

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing I do arrest your words ; Be that you are, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none ; (Servile to all the skiey influences,) (art, lí you be one, (as you are well express’d That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, By all external warrants,) show it now, Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool; By putting on the destin' livery. [lord, For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,

Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my And yet run'st toward him still : Thou art not Let me entreat you speak the former language.

noble ; Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means That he shall die for it.

(tell me,

valiant ; Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Isab I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, † Agree to. Conversation. Hypocrisy.

Attestation. 1 Associate. In ** Impressions.

0 Reluctanti


And that thou oft provok’st; yet grossly fearst Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not Lest thou a feverous life should’st entertain, thyself;

And six or seven winters more respect For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not; The sense of death is most in apprehension; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not in corporal sufferance finds a pang as great certain ;

As when a giant dies. For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,* Claud. Why give you me this shame? After the moon: if thou art rich, thou art poor ; ! Think you I can a resolution fetch For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, From flowery tenderness? If I must die, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none; And hug it in mine arms. For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, Isab. There spake my brother; there my The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

father's grave Do curse the gout, serpigo,t and the rheum, Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, Thou art too noble to conserve a life nor age;

In base appliances. This outward-sainted deBut, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

puty,— Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Whose settled visage and deliberate word Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,* Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil; rich,

His filth within being cast, he would appear Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, por A pond as deep as hell. beauty,

(this, Claud. The princely Angelo ? To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life The damned'st body to invest and cover Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we In princely guards !Dost thou think, Claudio, That makes these odds all even. (fear, If I would yield him my virginity, Claud. I humbly thank you,

Thou might'st be freed. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die:

Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be, And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this Enter ISABELLA.

rank offence, Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good That I should do what I abhor to name,

So to offend him still: This night's the time company!

Or else thou diest to-morrow. Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish de

Claud. Thou shalt not do't.
serves a welcome,
Duke. Dear Sir, ere long I'll visit you again, ia throw it down for your deliverance

Isab. O, were it but my life,
Claud. Most holy Sir, I thank you.
Isab. My business is a word or two with

As franklyas a pin.

Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel.
Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior,

Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death tohere's your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you.

Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, (nose,

That thus can make him bite the law by the Prov. As many as you please.

When he would force it? Sure it is no sin; Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be

Or of the deadly seven it is the least. conceal'd,

Isab. Which is the least? Yet hear them. (Exeunt DUKE and Provost.

Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ? Isab. Why, as all comforts are ; most good Be perdurably|| fin'd?-0 Isabel !

Why, would he for the momentary trick in deed: Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,

Isab. What says my brother?

Claud. Death is a fearful thing. Intends you for a swift ambassador,

Isab. And shamed life a hateful.

(where; Where you shall be an everlasting leiger :$

Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not Therefore your best appointment|| make with

To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot: To-morrow you set on.


This sensible warm motion to become
Claud. Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To cleave a heart in twain.

[head, Claud. But is there any?

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; Isab. Yes, brother, you may live ;

To be imprisond in the viewless I winds, There is a devilish mercy in the judge,

And blown with restless violence round about

The pendent world; or to be worse than worst If you'll implore it, that will free your lise,

Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
But fetter you till death.
Claud. Perpetual durance?

Imagine, howling !—'tis too horrible!
Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
Though all the world's vastidityl you had,

That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment
To a determind scope.

Can lay on nature, is a paradise

To what we fear of death. Claud. But in what nature !

Isab. Alas! alas ! Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't)

Claud. Sweet sister let me live: Would bark your honour from that trunk you What sin you do to save a brother's life. And leave you naked.

[bear, Nature dispenses with the deed so far, Claud. Let me know the point.

That it becomes a virtue, * Affects, affections.

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† Laced robes. | Lastingly.




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Isab. O, you beast!

Duke. That shall not be much amiss : Yet, as O, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch ! the matter now stands, he will avoid your acWilt thou be made a man out of my vice? cusation; he made trial of you only.-ThereIs't not a kind of incest, to take life

fore, fasten your ear on my advisings; to the From thine own sister's shame? What should I love I have in doing good, a remedy presents think?

[fair! itself, I do make myself believe, that you may
Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady a
For such a warped slip of wilderness* merited benefit; redeem your brother from the
Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance:t angry law; do no stain to your own gracious
Die ; perish! might but my bending down person; and much please the absent duke, if,
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: peradventure, he shall ever return to have
I pray a thousand prayers for thy death, hearing of this business.
No word to save thee.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I have
Claud. Nay, Hear me, Isabel.

spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in Isab. O, fie, fie, fie!

the truth of my spirit. Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade:I

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana 'Tis best that thou diest quickly. [Going. the sister of Frederick, the great soldier, who Claud. O hear me, Isabella.

miscarried at sea ? Re-enter Duke.

Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but words went with her name. one word.

Duke. Her should this Angelo have married, Isab. What is your will?

was affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, appointed : between which time of the contract, I would by and by have some speech with you and limit of the solemnity, her brother Fredethe satisfaction I would require, is likewise your rick was wrecked at sea, having in that perish'd own benefit.

vessel the dowry of his sister. But mark, how Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay heavily this befel to the poor gentlewoman : must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will there she lost a noble and renowned brother, attend you a while.

in his love toward her ever most kind and naDuke. [TO CLAUDIO, aside.] Son, I have over- tural; with him the portion and sinew of her heard what hath past between you and your fortune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her sister. Angelo had never the purpose to cor- combinate* husband, this well-seeming Angelo. rupt her; only he hath made an essay of her Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her virtue, to practise his judgment with the dis- Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not position of natures : she having the truth of one of them with his comfort; swallowed his honour in her, hath made him that gracious de- vows whole, pretending in her discoveries nial which he is most glad to receive: I am of dishonour : in few, bestowedt her on her confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; own lamentation, which she yet wears for his therefore prepare yourself to death: Do not sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is washed satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fal- with them, but relents not. lible; to-morrow you must die; go to your Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take knees, and make ready.

this poor maid from the world! What corrupClaud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am tion in this life, that it will let this man live! 50 out of love with life, that I will sue to be But how out of this can she avail? rid of it.

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily Duke. Hold you there: Farewell. heal : and the cure of it not only saves your

(Exit CLAUDIO. brother, but keeps you from dishonour in doing Re-enter PROVOST.

Provost, a word with you.

Isab, Show me how, good father.
Prov. What's your will, father?

Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her Duke. That now you are come, you will be the continuance of her first affection; his ungone : Leave me a while with the maid; my just unkindness, that in all reason should have mind promises with my habit, no loss shall quenched her love, hath, like an impediment touch her by my company.

in the current, made it more violent and unruly. Prov. In good time. [Exit Provost. Go you to Angelo; answer his requiring with

Duke. The hand that hath made you fair, a plausible obedience; agree with his demands hath made you good: the goodness, that is to the point: only referf yourself to this adcheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in good- vantage,-first, that your stay with him may ness; but grace, being the soul of your com- not be long; that the time may have all shadow plexion, should keep the body of it ever fair. and silence in it; and the place answer to conThe assault, that Angelo hath made to you, venience : this being granted in course, now fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; follows all. We shall advise this wronged and, but that frailty hath examples for his fall- maid to stead up your appointment, go in your ing, I should wonder at Angelo. How would place; if the encounter acknowledge itself you do to content this substitute, and to save hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense: your brother?

and here, by this, is your brother saved, your Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had honour untainted, the poor Mariana advanrather my brother die by the law, than my son taged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The should be unlawfully born. But o, how much maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt. is the good duke deceived in Angelo! If ever If you think well to carry this as you may, the he return, and I can speak to him, I will open doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit my lips in vain, or discover his government. from reproof. What think you of it? • Wildness. t Refusal. * An established habit. Isab. The image of it gives me content Continue in that resolution.

* Betrothed. | Gave her up to her sorrows. Vol. I. N

Have recourse to.


already; and, I trust, it will grow to a most , way? Is it sad, and few words? Or how? The prosperous perfection.

trick of it? Duke It lies much in your holding up : Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse! Haste you speedily to Angelo; if for this night Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mishe entreat you to his bed, give him promise of tress? Procures she still? Ha? satisfaction. I will presently to St. Luke's ; Clo. Troth, Sir, she hath eaten up all her there, at the moated grange,* resides this de- beef, and she is herself in the tub.* jected Mariana : At that place call upon me; Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; and despatch with Angelo, that it may be it must be so : Ever your fresh whore, and your quickly.

powder'd bawd: An unshunn'd consequence; Isab. I thank you for this comfort : Fare you it must be so : Art going to prison, Pompey! well, good father.

[Exeunt severally. Clo. Yes, faith. Sir. SCENE II.-The Street before the Prison.

Lucio. Why 'tis not amiss, Pompey: FareEuter Duke, as a Friar: to him Elbow, Pompey? 'Or how?

well: Go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Clown, and Officers.

Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but

Lucio. Well, then imprison him: If imprithat you will needs buy and sell men and wo-sonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his men like beasts, we shall have all the world right : Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity drink brown and white bastard.t

too; bawd-born, Farewell, good Pompey : Duke. O, heavens ! what stuff is here? Commend me to the prison, Pompey: You will

Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two turn good husband now, Pompey; you will usuries, the merriest was put down, and the keep the house.t worser allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown Clo. I hope, Sir, your good worship will be to keep him warm; and furr'd with fox and my bail. lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer Lucio. No, indeed will I not, Pompey; it than innocency, stands for the facing.

is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to inElb. Come your way, Sir.-Bless you, good crease your bondage: if you take it not patientfather friar.

ly, why, your mettle is the more; Adieu, trusty Duke. And you, good brother father: What Pompey.-Bless you, friar. offence hath this man made you, Sir?

Duke. And you. Elb. Marry, Sir, he hath offended the law; Lucio. Does Bridget paint still,Pompey? Ha? and, Sir, we take him to be a thief too, Sir; Elb. Come your ways, Sir ; come, for we have found upon him, Sir, a strange Clo. You will not bail me, then, Sir? pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy. Lucio, Then, Pompey? nor now. What

Duke. Fie, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd: news abroad, friar? What news? The evil that thou causest to be done,

Elb. Come your ways, Sir; come. That is thy means to live: Do thou but think Lucio. Go-to kennel, Pompoy, go : What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,

[Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,-- What news, friar, of the duke? From their abominable and beastly touches Duke. I know none: Can you tell me of any? I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.

Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Canst thou believe thy living is a life, Russia ; other some, he is in Rome : But where So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend. is he, think you?

Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, Sir; Duke. I know not where : But wheresoever, but yet, Sir, I would prove

I wish him well. Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, for sin.

[cer; to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, offi- he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it Correction and instruction must both work, well in his absence; he puts transgression to't. Ere this rude beast will profit.

Duke He does well in't. Elb. He must before the deputy, Sir ; he bas Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would given him warning: the deputy cannot abide do no harm in him: something too crabbed a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and that way, friar. comes before him, he were as good go a mile Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity on his errand.

must cure it. Duke. That we were all, as some would

Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a seem to be,

[free! great kindred; it is well allied: but it is imFree from our faults, as faults from seeming, possible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and Enter Lucio.

drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo

was not made by man and woman, after the Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a downright way of creation : Is it true, think you? cord, Sir.

Duke. How should he be made then? Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail: Here's a

Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him: gentleman, and a friend of mine.

-Some, that he was begot between two stockLucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at fishes :-But it is certain, that when he makes the heels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? water, his urine is congeal'd ice; that I know What is there none of Pygmalion's images, to be true : and he is a motiong ungenerative, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting that's infallible. the hand in the pocket and extracting it Duke. You are pleasant, Sir; and speak apace. clutch'd ? What reply? Ha? What say'st thou

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in to this tune, matter, and method ? Is't not him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take drown'd i'the last rain ? Ha? What say'st thou, away the life of a man? Would the duke, that trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the is absent, have done this? Ere he would have A solitary farm house.

† A sweet wine.
* Powdering tub.

† Stay at home, For a Spanish padlock. (Tied like voor waist with a rope. 1 Fashion


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