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vou speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana; at that

Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress ?
Procures she still? Ha?
Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef,
and she is herself in the tub.s

place call upon me; and despatch with Angelo, Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it that it may be quickly.

must be so: ever your fresh whore, and your powIsab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well, der'd bawd: an unshunn'd consequence; it must good father.

[Exeunt severally. be so: art going to prison, Pompey?
Clo. Yes, faith, sir.

SCENE II.-The street before the prison. Enter Lucio. Why, 'tís not amiss; Pompey: farewell:
Duke, as a friar; to him Elbow, Clown, and

Officers.

Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like ment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right:

beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.2

Duke. O, heavens! what stuff is here?

go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey?
Or how?
Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.
Lucio. Well, then imprison him: if imprison-
bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-
born. Farewell, good Pompey: commend me to
the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband
now, Pompey; you will keep the house.

Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my

Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep bail. him warm; and furr'd with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.

Elb. Come your way, sir:-Bless you, good father friar.

Duke. And you, good brother father: What offence hath this man made you, sir?

Elb. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy.

Duke. Fie, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd!
The evil that thou causest to be done,
That is thy means to live: do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,-
From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,

So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend.
Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but
yet, sir, I would prove-

Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs

for sin,

Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer;
Correction and instruction must both work,
Ere this rude beast will profit.

Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand. Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, free! Enter Lucio.

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear." I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey.-Bless you, friar.

Duke. And you.

Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha?
Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.
Clo. You will not bail me then, sir ?

Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now. What news

abroad, friar? what news?

Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.
Lucio. Go, to kennel, Pompey, go:

[Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers.

What news, friar, of the duke?

Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any ? Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you ?

Duke. I know not where: but wheresoever, I wish him well.

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to't.

Duke. He does well in't.

Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would de no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar. Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it,

Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well ally'd: but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put

Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord, sir. down. They say, this Angelo was not made by Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail: here's a gentle

man, and a friend of mine.

man and woman, after the downright way of crea-
tion: is it true, think you?
Duke. How should he be made then?

Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the heels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph ? What, Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him:is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes: woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the but it is certain, that when he makes water, his pocket, and extracting it clutch'd? What reply? urine is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true : and Ha? What say'st thou to this tune, matter, and he is a motion® ungenerative, that's infallible. method? Is't not drown'd i' the last rain? Ha? Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace.

What sav'st thou, trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? Or how? The trick of it?

Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse!

(1) A solitary farm-house. (2) A sweet wine. (3) For a Spanish padlock.

Tied like your waist with a rope.

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, have done this? Ere he would have hang'd a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have

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paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feel-Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality

Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes: What king so strong,
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ?
But who comes here ?

ing of the sport; he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.

Duke. I never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way. Lucio. O, sir, you are deceived.

Duke. 'Tis not possible.

Lucio. Who? not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was, to put a ducat in her clackdish: the duke had crotchets in him: he would be drunk too; that let me inform you.

Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his: a shy fellow was the duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of his withdrawing.

Duke. What, I pr'ythee, might be the cause?

Enter Escalus, Provost, Bawd, and Officers. Escal. Go, away with her to prison. Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted a merciful man: good my lord. Escal, Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind? This would make mercy swear, and play the tyrant.

Prov. A bawd of eleven years continuance, may it please your honour. Bawd. My lord, this is one Lucio's information

Lucio. No, pardon; -'tis a secret must be against me: mistress Kate Keep-down was with lock'd within the teeth and the lips; but this I can child by him in the duke's time, he promised her let you understand,-The greater file of the sub-marriage; his child is a year and a quarter old, ject held the duke to be wise.

Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was. Lucio. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.

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come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse me.

Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much license: -let him be called before us. -Away with her to prison: Go to; no more words. [Exeunt Bawd and

Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking; the very stream of his life, and the business Officers.] Provost, my brother Angelo will not be he hath helmed, must, upon a warranted need, alter'd, Claudio must die to-morrow; let him be give him a better proclamation. Let him be but furnished with divines, and have all charitable pretestimonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall paration: if my brother wrought by my pity, it

appear to the envious, a scholar, a statesman, and a soldier: therefore, you speak unskilfully; or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd in your malice.

should not be so with him.

Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death. Escal. Good even, good father.

Duke. Bliss and goodness on you!

Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him. Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and Escal. Of whence are you? knowledge with dearer love.

Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.

Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return (as our prayers are he mav,) let me desire you to make your answer before him if it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your

name ?

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Duke. O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But, indeed, I can do you little harm: you'll forswear this again.

Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this: can'st thou tell, if Claudio die to-morrow, or no?

Duke. Why should he die, sir?

Duke. Not of this country, though my chance is

now

To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the see,
In special business from his holiness.

Escal. What news abroad i' the world?

Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it; novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be constant in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive, to make societies secure; but security enough, to make fellowships accurs'd: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news, I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke ? Escal. One, that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.

Duke. What pleasure was he given to ? Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which profess'd to make him rejoice; a gentleman of all temperance. But

Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tun-dish. leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may I would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd again: prove prosperous: and let me desire to know how this ungenitur'd agent will unpeople the province you find Claudio prepared. I am made to underwith continency; sparrows must not build in his stand, that you have lent him visitation. house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke Duke. He professes to have received no sinister yet would have dark deeds darkly answer'd; he measures from his judge, but most willingly humwould never bring them to light: would he were bles himself to the determination of justice: yet return'd! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his untrussing. Farewell, good friar; I pr'ythee, pray frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I, for me. The duke, I sav to thee again, would eat by my good leisure, have discredited to him, and mutton on Fridays. He's now past it; yet, and I now is he resolved to die.

say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though Escal. You have paid the heavens your function, she smelt brown bread and garlic: say, that I said and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I [Exit. have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the ex

so. Farewell.

(1) Suspected. (2) The majority of his subjects. (8) Inconsiderate. (4) Guided. (5) Opponent,

(6) Have a wench.
(8) Satisfied.

(7) Transgress.

tremest shore of my modesty; but my brother jus- is come, even now. I shall crave your forbearance tice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him, he is indeed-justice.

Duke. If his own life answers the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein, if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself. Escal. I am going to visit the prisoner: Fare you well. Duke. Peace be with you!

a little; may be, I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.

[Exit.

Mari. I am always bound to you.
Duke. Very well met, and welcome.
What is the news from this good deputy?
Isab. He hath a garden circummur'da with brick,
Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd;
And to that vineyard is a planched gate,

[Exeunt Escalus and Provost. That makes his opening with this bigger key:

He, who the sword of heaven will bear,
Should be as holy as severe;

Pattern in himself to know,

Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying,
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Twice treble shame on Angelo,
To weed my vice, and let his grow!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
How may likeness, made in crimes,
Making practice on the times,
Draw with idle spiders' strings
Most pond'rous and substantial things!
Craft against vice I must apply:
With Angelo to-night shall lie
His old betrothed, but despis'd;
So disguise shall, by the disguis'd,
Pay with falsehood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting.

ACT IV,

[Exit.

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This other doth command a little door,
Which from the vineyard to the garden leads;
There have I made my promise to call on him,
Upon the heavy middle of the night.

Duke. But shall you on your knowledge find

this way?

Isab. I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't;
With whispering and most guilty diligence,
In action all of precept, he did show me
The way twice o'er.
Duke.

Are there no other tokens
Between you 'greed, concerning her observance?
Isab. No, none, but only a repair i' the dark;
And that I have possess'd him, my most stay
Can be but brief: for I have made him know,
I have a servant comes with me along,

That stays upon me; whose persuasion is,
I come about my brother.

Duke.

'Tis well borne up.

I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this: -What, ho! within! come forth!

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Duke. O place and greatness, millions of false

eyes

Mari. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick Are stuck upon thee! volumes of report

away; Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.

Enter Duke.

Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings! thousand 'scapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dream,

[Exit Boy. And rack thee in their fancies! Welcome! How

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Mari. You have not been inquired after: I have sat here all day.

Enter Isabella,

agreed?

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Duke. Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all;
He is your husband on a pre-contract:
To bring you thus together, 'tis no sin;

Duke. I do constantly believe you: -The time Sith that the justice of your title to him

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Our corn's to reap, for yet our tithe's' to sow.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-A room in the prison. Enter
Provost and Clown.

One has my pity; not a jot the other,
Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
Enter Claudio.

Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death: 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow Prov. Come hither, sirrah: can you cut off a Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine? man's head? Claud. As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless if labour

Clo. If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can: but he be a married man, he is his wife's head, and I When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones: can never cut off a woman's head.

Prov. Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and Who can do good on him? yield me a direct answer. To-morrow morning Well, go, prepare yourself. But hark, what noise ? are to die Claudio and Barnardine: here is in our

He will not wake.
Prov.

[Knocking within.

lacks a helper: if you will take it on you to assist

By and by :

prison a common executioner, who in his office Heaven give your spirits comfort! [Exit Claudio.

him, it shall redeem you from your gyves; if not, I hope it is some pardon, or reprieve,

you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and For the most gentle Claudio.-Welcome, father.

your deliverance with an unpitied whipping; for

you have been a notorious bawd.

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Clo. Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd, time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I would be glad to receive some instruction from iny fellow partner.

Prov. What ho, Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?

Enter Abhorson.

Abhor. Do you call, sir?

Prov. Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you tomorrow in your execution: if you think him meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you: if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him: he cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.

Envelop you, good provost! Who call'd here of late?
Prov. None, since the curfew rung.
Duke.

Prov. No.
Duke.

Not Isabel?

They will then, ere't be long.

Prov. What comfort is for Claudio ?
Duke.

There's some in hope.

Prov. It is a bitter deputy.

Duke. Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd
Even with the stroke and line of his great justice;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself, which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others: were he meal'd
With that which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
Prov. Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather But this being so, he's just.-Now are they come.-
will turn the scale.
[Knocking within-Provost goes out.

Abhor. A bawd, sir? Fie upon him, he will discredit our mystery.a

[Exit. Clo. Pray, sir, by your good favour (for, surely, This is a gentle provost: Seldom, when sir, a good favour you have, but that you have a The steeled gaoler is the friend of men. hanging look,) do you call, sir, your occupation a How now? What noise? That spirit's possess'd

mystery?

Abhor. Ay, sir; a mystery.

Clo. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery: but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hang'd, I cannot imagine. Abhor. Sir, it is a mystery. Clo. Proof.

Abhor. Every trues man's apparel fits your thief: if it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Re-enter Provost.

Prov. Are you agreed?

Clo. Sir, I will serve him; for I do find, your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth oftener ask forgiveness.

Prov. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe, to-morrow four o'clock.

Abhor. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.

Clo. I do desire to learn, sir; and, I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare: for, truly, sir, for your kindness, I owe you a good turn.

Prov. Call hither, Barnardine and Claudio:
[Exeunt Clown and Abhorson.

(1) Tilth, land prepared for sowing. (2) Fetters.
Trade. (4) Countenance. (5) Honest.

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For which the pardoner himself is in:
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is borne in high authority:

When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
That for the fault's love, is the offender friended.-
Now, sir, what news?

Prov. I told you: Lord Angelo, belike, thinking me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting on:1 methinks, strangely; for he hath not used it before.

Duke. Pray you, let's hear. Prov. [Reads.] Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnardine: for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let this be duly perform'd; with a thought, that more depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril. What say you to this, sir?

Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed in the afternoon?

Prov. A Bohemian born; but here nursed up and bred: one that is a prisoner nine years old.

Duke. O, death's a great disguiser: and you may add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say, it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his death; you know, the course is common. If any thing fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead against it with my life.

Prov. Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.

Duke. Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy?

Prov. To him, and to his substitutes. Duke. You will think you have made no offence, if the duke avouch the justice of your dealing? Prov. But what likelihood is in that? Duke. Nota resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor my persuasion, can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the duke. You know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you. Prov. I know them both.

Duke. The contents of this is the return of the

Duke. How came it, that the absent duke had duke; you shall anon over-read it at your pleanot either deliver'd him to his liberty, or executed sure; where you shall find, within these two days him? I have heard, it was ever his manner to do so. he will be here. This is a thing, that Angelo Prov. His friends still wrought reprieves for knows not: for he this very day receives letters of him: and, indeed, his fact, till now in the govern-strange tenor; perchance, of the duke's death; ment of lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful perchance, entering into some monastery; but, by proof.

Duke. Is it now apparent?

Prov. Most manifest, and not denied by himself. Duke. Hath he borne himself penitently in prison? How seems he to be touch'd?

chance, nothing of what is writ.-Look, the un folding star calls up the shepherd: put not your. self into amazement, how these things should be. all difficulties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardine's

Prov. A man that apprehends death no more head: I will give him a present shrift, and advise dreadfully, but as a drunken sleep; careless, reck-him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but less, and fearless of what's past, present, or to this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it come; insensible of mortality, and desperately is almost clear dawn.

mortal.

Duke. He wants advice.

Prov. He will hear none: he hath evermore had

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. - Another room in the same. Enter
Clown.

the liberty of the prison; give him leave to escape Clo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our hence, he would not: drunk many times a day, if house of profession: one would think, it were misnot many days entirely drunk. We have very tress Over-done's own house, for here be many of often awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, her old customers. First, here's young master Rash; and show'd him a seeming warrant for it: it hath he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old not mov'd him at all.

ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which Duke. More of him anon. There is written in he made five marks, ready money: marry, then, your brow, provost, honesty and constancy: If I ginger was not much in request, for the old women read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; were all dead. Then is there here one master Cabnt in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay my-per, at the suit of master Three-pile the mercer, for self in hazard. Claudio, whom here you have a some four suits of peach-colour'd satin, which now warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the law peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young than Angelo who hath sentenced him: to make Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and master you understand this in a manifested effect, I crave Copper-spur, and master Starve-lackey the rapier but four days respite; for the which you are to do and dagger-man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd me both a present and a dangerous courtesy.

Prov. Pray, sir, in what?

Duke. In the delaying death.

Prov. Alack! how may I do it? having the hour limited; and an express command, under penalty, to deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest.

Duke. By the vow of mine order, I warrant you, if my instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine be this morning executed, and his head be borne to Angelo.

Prov. Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.

(1) Spur, incitement. (2) Nine years in prison.

lusty Pudding, and master Forthright the tilter, and brave master Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild Half-cann that sta b'd Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now for the Lord's sake.

Enter Abhorson.

Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Clo. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hang'd, master Barnardine.

Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine! Barnar. [Within.] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that noise there? What are you?

Clo. Your friends, sir; the hangman: you must

(3) Countenance.

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