To call him villain; and then glance from him Duke. Be not fo hot; the Duke dare no more stretch ༣་ Nor here provincial; my business in this ftate Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, Efcal. Slander to th' ftate! away with him to prifon. Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lutio 2 Is this the man, that you did tell us of? Do г Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate; you know me? Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the found of your voice: I met you at the prifon in the abfence of the Duke. Lucio. Oh, did you fo? and do you remember what you faid of the Duke? Duke. Moft notedly, Sir. Lucio. Do you fo, Sir? and was the Duke a flesh monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? Duke. You muft, Sir, change perfons with me, ere! you make that my report: you spoke fo of him, and much more, much worfe. Lucio. Oh thou damnable fellow! did not I pluck thee by the nofe, for thy fpeeches? Duke. I protett, I love the Duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark! how the villain would clofe now, after his treafonable abufes. Efcal Efcal, Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal; away with him to prifon : where is the Provoft? away with him to prifon lay bolts enough upon him; let him speak no more; away with thofe giglets too, and with the other confederate companion. Duke. Stay, Sir, ftay a-while. Ang. What! refifts he? help him, Lucio. Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir; why, you bald-pated lying rafcal: you must be hooded, muft you? fhow your knave's vifage, with a pox to you: fhow your fheep biting face, and be hang'd an hour: will't not off? [Pulls off the Friar's hood, and difcovers the Duke. We'll borrow place of him. Sir, by your Ang. O my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltinefs, you down: [To Efcalus. leave: When I perceive your Grace, like pow'r divine, But let my tryal be mine own confeffion : Is all the grace I beg. Duke. Come hither, Mariana : Say; waft thou e'er contracted to this woman? Ang. I was, my lord. Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly. Do you the office, Friar; which confummate, Return Return him here again; go with him, Provost. [Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provoff. Efcal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour, Than at the ftrangeness of it. Duke. Come hither, Ifabel; Your Friar is now your prince: as I was then Not changing heart with habit, I am still Ifab. Oh, give me pardon, That I, your vaffal, have employ'd and pain'd Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel: And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Which, I did think, with flower foot came on, That brain'd my purpose: but, peace be with him sw That life is better life, paft fearing death, l O M Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort; I So, happy is your brother. Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provoft. Ifab. I do, my lord.: Duke. For this new-marry'd man, sapproaching here,A Whofe falt imagination yet hath wrong'dia is swoll Your well-defended honour, you must pardon For Mariana's fake: but as he adjudg'd your brother, } { Of facred chastity, and of promise-breach. Moft audible, even from his proper tongue, Hafte still pays hafte, and leifure anfwers leisure; Like doth quit like, and Measure ftill for Measure. Which tho' thou would't deny, denies thee vantage. Where Claudio ftoop'd to death; and with like hafte; Mari. Oh, my moft gracious lord, I hope, you will not mock me with a husband. I thought your marriage fit; elfe imputation, We do enftate and widow you withal, Mari. Oh, my dear lord, I crave no other, nor no better man. Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. Mari. Gentle, my liege Duke. You do but lofe your labour: Away with him to death. Now, Sir, to you. Mari. Oh, my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I'll lend you all my life, to do you fervice. Duke Against all fenfe you do importune her; Should the kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghoft his paved bed would break, And take her hence in horror. Mari. Ijabel, Sweet Ifabel, do yet but kneel by me ; Hold up your hands, fay nothing; I'll fpeak all.. Duke. He dies for Claudia's death. Ifab. Moft bounteous Sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, [Kneeling. As As if my brother liv'd, I partly think, Let him not die. My brother had but juftice, That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no fubjects: Mari. Merely, my lord. Duke. Your fuit's unprofitable; ftand up, I fay: Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded Prov. It was commanded fo. Duke. Had you a fpecial warrant for the deed? Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private meffage. Duke. For which I do difcharge you of your office: Give up your keys. Prov. Pardon me, noble lord. I thought it was a fault, but knew it not; Duke. What's he? Prov. His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would, thou had'ft done fo by Claudio: Ang. I'm forry, that fuch forrow I procure; Enter Provoft, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta. Duke. Which is that Barnardine? |