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read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in now for the Lord's sake. bazard. Claudio, whom here you have a warrant to

Enter ABHORSON. esecute, is no greater forfeit to the law than Angelo, who hath sentenced him : to make you understand Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. this in a manifested effect, I crave but four days Clo. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be respite : for the which you are to do me both a pre- havg'd, master Barnardine! sent and a dangerous courtesy.

Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine! Prov. Pray, sir, in what?

Barnar. (Within.) A pox o' your throats! Who Duke. In the delaying death.

makes that noise there? What are you? Pror. Alack! how may I do it? baving the honr Clo. Your friends, sir ; the hangman: you must limited; and an express command, noder penalty, be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death. to deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may Barnar. (II ithin.) Away, you rogue, away ;

1 make my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the am sleepy. Ballest.

Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly Duke. By the vow of mine order, I warrant you, too. if my instructions may be your guide. Let this Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are Barnardine be this morning executed, and his head execnted, and sleep afterwards. borne to Angelo.

Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Prov. Angelo hath seen them both, and will dis- Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming ; I hear his cover the favour.

straw rustle. Duke. 0, death's a great disguiser: and you may

Enter BARNARDINE. add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say, it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared Abhor. Is the axe npon the block, sirrah? before his death : you know, the course is com- Clo. Very ready, sir. hóa. If any thing fall to you upon this, more than Barnar. How vow,

Abhorson ? what's the news thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom I pro

with you ? fess. I will plead against it with my lite.

Abhor. Truly, sir, I wonld desire you to clap into Prou. Pardon me, good father; it is against my your prayers ; for, look you, the warrant's come. path.

(deputy? Barnar. Yon rogue, I have been drinking all Duke. Were yog sworn to the duke, or to the night, I am not fitted for't. Prov. To him and to his substitutes.

Clo. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, Duke. You will think you have made no offence, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the of the duke avouch the justice of your dealing ?

sounder all the next day. Proe. But what likelihood is in that?

Enter Duke. Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet siace I see you fearful, that neither my coat, inte- Abhor. Look yon, sir, here comes your ghostly gnity, nor my persuasion, can with ease attempt you, father : do we jest now, think you ? I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise the duke. You know the character, I doubt not; you, comfort you, and pray with you. and the signet is not strange to you.

Barnar. Friar, uot 1; I have been drinking Prov. I know them both.

hard all night, and I will have more time to preDuke. The contents of this is the return of the pare me, or they shall beat out my brains with dzke; you shall anop over-read it at your pleasure ; | billets : I will not consent to die this day, that's shere you shall fivd, within these two days he will certain.

[you, be here. This is a thing that Angelo knows not : Duke. O, sir, you must : and therefore, I beseech Ír he this very day receives letters of strange tenor; look forward on the journey you shall go. parchance, or the duke's death ; perchance, enter- Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for any ing into some monastery ; but, by chance, nothing man's persuasion. of what is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up Duke. But hear you, the shepherd : pat not yourself into amazement, Barnar. Not a word; if you have any thing to bow these things should be : all difficulties are but say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not easy when they are known. Call your execu- to-day.

(Exit. Iulier, and off with Bernardine's head: I will give

Enter Provost. luna a present shrift, and advise him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but this shall ab. Duke. Unfit to live, or die: 0, gravel heart! futely resolve you. Come away; it is almost After bim, fellows; bring him to the block. Cirar dawa.

(Exeunt.

[Exeunt Abhorson and Clown. SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.

Prov. Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?

Duke. A creature unprepard, unmeet for death; Enter Clown.

And, to transport him in the mind he is, Clo. I am as well acquainted here as I was in Were damnable. vur house of profession : one would think, it were Prov.

Here in the prison, father, martress Over done's own house, for here be many There died this morning of a cruel fever A ber old customers. First, here's young master One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate, Rash; he's in for a commodity of brown paper and A man of Claudio's years; his beard, and head, od ginger, pipescore and seventeen pounds; of Just of his colour : what if we do omit which he made five marks, ready money : marry, This reprobate, till he were well inclined; the zinger was not much in request, for the old | And satisfy the deputy with the visage Women were all dead. Then is there here one Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio ? master Caper, at the suit of master Three-pile the Duke. 0, 'tis an accident that heaven provides ! mercer, for some four suits of peach-coloured satin, Despatch it presently; the hour draws on waich Dow peaches him a beggar. Then bave we Pretix'd by Angelo : see, this be done, bere young Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and And sent according to command; whiles I master Copper-spur, and master Starve lackey the Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die. Tapler and dagger-man, and young Drop-heir that Prov. This shall be done, good father, presently. billd lusty Pudding, and master Forthright the But Barnardine must die this afternoon: ulter, and brave master Shoe-tie the great traveller, And how shall we continne Claudio, and wild Half-can that stabb'd Pots, and, I think, To save ine from the danger that might come,

ye well.

If he were known alive?

(holds, Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine Duke. Let this be done ;-Put them in secret heart, to see thine eyes so red : thou must be pa Both Barnardine and Claudio : ere twice

tient: I am fain to dine and sup with water and The sun hath made his journal greeting to

bran; I dare not for my heart fill my belly; obe The under generation, you shall find

fruitful meal would set me to't: but they say the Your safety manifested.

duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, Prov. I am your free dependent.

I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of Duke.

Quick, despatch, dark corners had been at home, he had lived. And send the head to Angelo. [Exit Provost.

(Erit Isabella Now will I write letters to Angelo,

Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little bebolden The provost, he shall bear them, whose contents to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in the Shall witness to him, I am near at home;

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well And that, by great injunctions, I am bound

as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest To enter publicly: him I'll desire

him for. To meet me at the consecrated fonnt,

Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare A league below the city; and from thence, By cold gradation and weal-balanced form,

Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can We shall proceed with Angelo.

tell thee pretty tales of the duke. Re-enter Provost.

Duke. You have told me too many of him al. Prov. Here is the head ; I'll carry it myself.

ready, sir, if they be true; if not true, nobe were Duke. Convenient is it: make a swift return;

enough.

Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench For I would commune with you of such things,

with child.
That want no ear but yours,
Prov.
I'll make all speed.

Duke. Did you such a thing ?

(Exit. Isab. (Within.) Peace, ho, be here !

Lucio. Yes, marry, did 1: but was fain to for Duke. The tongue of Isabel :- she's come to

swear it; they would else have married me to the

rotten medlar know, Tf yet her brother's pardon be come hither:

Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : But I will keep her ignorant of her good,

rest you well. To make her heavenly comforts of despair,

Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the When it is least expected.

lane's end : if bawdy talk oftend you, we'll have

very little of it: pay, friar, I am a kind of bar, I Enter ISABELLA. shall stick.

(Ercant. Isab. Ho, by your leave.

SCENE IV-A Room in Angelo's House. Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious

Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS. daughter.

Escal. Every letter he bath writ hath disvouchd Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. other. Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon? Ang. In most opeven and distracted mander.

Duke. He hath releas'd' him, Isabel, from the His actions show much like to madness: pray heaHis head is off, and sent to Angelo. (world: ven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him Isab. Nay, but it is not so.

at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there? Duke.

It is no other : Escal. I guess pot.
Show yonr wisdom, daughter, in your close patience.
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.

Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hout

before his entering, that if any crave redress of in Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. justice, they should exhibit their petitions in the Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel !

street? Injurious world! Most damned Angelo !

Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot: Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.

despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from de

vices hereafter, which shall then have no power to Mark what I say; which you shall find

stand against us. By every syllable, a faithful verity:

(eyes; The duke comes home to-morrow ;-nay, dry your

Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd:

Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house : One of our convent, and his confessor,

Give notice to such men of sort and suit, Gives ine this instance : already he hath carried

As are to meet him. Notice to Escalus and Angelo;

Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well. (Esik. Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpreguant,

Ang. Good nightyour wisdom

And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid ! In that good path that I would wish it go;

And by an eminent body, that enforcd And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, The law against it!-But that her tender shame Grace of the duke, revenges to your beart, Apd general honour.

Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, (no: Isab. I am directed by you.

How night she tongue me? Yet reason dares her Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give;

For my authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch, "Tis that he sent me of the dake's retur :

Bat it confounds the breather. He should have lived, Say, by this token, I desire his company

Save that his riotoas youth, with dangerous sense, At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours, Might, in the times to come, have ta’eo revenge, I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you

By so receiving a dishonour'd life,
Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self,

With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet he had

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,
I am combined by a sacred vow,
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter:

Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not

[Erit. Command these fretting waters from your eyes

SCENE V.- Fields without the Town.
With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
If I pervert your coarse.-Who's here?

Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar PETER.

Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.
Enter Lucio.

[Giving letters. Lucio.

Good even! The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. Friar, where is the provost ?

The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, Duke.

Not within, sir. And hold you ever to our special drift;

(liv'd!

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