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Esca. Why, no
Esca. How would you live, Pompey? by being a Clown. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is worst thing about him: Good then; if his face be the it a lawful trade? worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the Clown. If the law would allow it, sir. constable's wife any harm? I would know that of Esca. But the law will not allow it, Pompey ; nor your honour.
it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Esca. He's in the right: Constable, what say you Clown. Does your worship mean to geld and spay to it?
all the youth in the city ? Eib. First, an it like you, the house is a respected
Esca. No, pompey. house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mis- Clown. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't tress is a respected woman.
then : If your worship will take order for the drabs Clown. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respect
and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. ed person than any of us all.
Esca. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet ; || you : It is but heading and hanging. the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected
Clown. If you head and hang all that offend that with man, woman, or child.
way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give Clown. Sir, she was respected with him before he out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in married with her.
Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after Esca. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Iniqui- | three-pence a bay: If you live to see this come to pass, ty?-Is this true?
say, Pompey told you so. Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Esca. Thank you, good Pompey : and, in requital Hannibal! I respected with her, before I was married of your prophecy, lark you, -I advise you, let me not
find to her? If ever I was respected with her, or she with you before me again upon any complaint whatsa me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's ever, no, not for dwelling where you do ; if I do, officer :-Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a have mine action of battery on thee.
shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing, Pompey, I Esca. If he took you a box 'o the ear, you might shall have you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare have your action of slander too.
Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: What Clown. I thank your worship for your good counsel: is't your worship's pleasure I should do with this wick- but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall beted caitiff?
ter determine. Esca. Truly, officer, because he hath some offences
Whip me? No, no ; let carman whip his jade ; in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let
The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Exil.
Esca. Come hither to me, master Elbow ; come him continue in his courses, till thou know'st what they are.
hither, master constable. How long have you been in Elb. Mary, I thank your worship for it:-Thou
this place of constable ? seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee;
Elb. Seven year and a half, sir. thou art to continue now, thou varlet ; thou art to
Esca. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you
had continued in it some time : You say, seven years continue. Esca. Where were you born, friend ? [To Froth.
Elb. And a half, sir.
Esca. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.
do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are there not Esca. So.-What trade are you of, sir ? [To the Clow.
men in your ward suficient to serve it? Clown. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster.
Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters : as Esca. Your mistress's name?
they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them ; Clorun. Mistress Over-done.
I do it for some piece of money, and go through with
all. Esca. Hath she had any more than one husband ? Clown. Nine, sir ; Overdone by the last.
Esca. Look you, bring me in the names of some six Esca. Nine !--Come hither to me, master Froth.
or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with
Elb. To your worship’s house, sir ? tapsters ; they will draw you, master Froth, and you
Esca. To my house : Fare you well. (Ex. Ell. will hang them: Get you gone, and let me hear no
What's o'clock, think you ? more of you.
Just. Eleven, sir.
Esca. I pray you home to dinner with me. Froth. I thank your worship : For mine own part,
Just. I humbly thank you. I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am
Esca. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ; drawn in.
But there's no remedy. Esca. Well; no more of it, master Froth: farewell.
Just. Lord Angelo is severe. [Exit Froth.}-Come you hither to me, master tap
It is but needful : ster ; what's your name, master tapster? Clowvih. Pompey.
Merey is not itself, that oft looks so ;
Panion is still the nurse of second woe :
Ent yet.-poor Claudio !- There's no remedy.
[E.reunt. Esca. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing
Come, sir. about you ; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are SCENE II.-Angiher Room in the same. Enter Pro Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd,
vost and a Servant. Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster. Sert'. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight. Are you not ? come, tell me true ; it shall be the bet- I'll tell him of you. fer for you.
Prov. Pray you, do. [E.x. Serv.] I'll know Clown. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live. His pleasure ; may be, he will relent : Alas,
He hath but as offended in a dream!
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. An eets, all ages smack of this vice; and he
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, To die for it!
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse Enter Angelo.
As mine is to him? Ing. Now, what's the matter, provost ?
He's sentenced ; 'tis too late. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
Lucio. You are too cold.
Isab. Too late? why, no ; I, that do speak a word, Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order?
May call it back again: Well, believe this,
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under your good conection, I have seen,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, When, after execution, judgement hath
Become them with one half so good a grace, Repeated o'er his doom.
As mercy does. If he had been as you, Ang.
Go to ; let that be mine: Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you as he, you would have slipt like him ;
But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Ang. Pray you, be gone.
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
And you were Isabel! should it be then thus ?
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
And what a prisoner. To seize more fitter place ; and that with speed.
Lucio. [Aside.] Ay, touch him: there's the vein. Reenter Servant.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Sero. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, And you but waste your words.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took,
Found out the remedy: How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgement, should
And mercy then will breathe within your lips
Like man new made. There shall be order for it.
Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
spare him: lets. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Please but your honour hear me.
We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven Ang. Well; what's your suit ?
With less respect than we do minister liet There is a viee, that most I do abhor,
To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; Who is it that hath died for this offence? Fo which I would not plead, but that I must; There's many have committed it. For which I must not plead, but that I am
Ay, well said. At wa, 'twist will, and will not.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath
Well; the matter? slept: leat. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
If the first man, that did the edict infringe, And Dot my brother.
Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake; Prer.
Heaven give thee moving graces ! Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet,
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,)
But, where they live, to end.
Yet show some pity. I had a brother then.—Heaven keep your honour ! Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice;
[Retiring. For then I pity those I do not know, Lucis. (Te Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; entreat him;
And do himn right, that, answering one foul wrong, Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; You are too cold: If you should need a pin,
Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. You could not with more tame a tongue desire it : Isaú. So you inust be the first, that gives the senTo him, I say. lasb. Must he needs die ?
And he, that suffi rs: 0, it is excellent Ang. Maiden, no remedy.
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous leab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, To use it like a giant. And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy Lucio.
That's well said. Ang. I will pot do't.
Isab. Could great men thunder Isob.
Pnt ean you, if you would ? As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officer,
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent.
Pray heaven, she win him! Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself": Givat men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl ; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Lucio. Art advisd o' that? more on't.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.-Fare you
well. Isab. Gentle my lori, turn back. Ang. I will be think me:--Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe fou: Good my lord, turn
back. Ang. How! bribe me? Isah. Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share
Shall we desire to raise the sanctuary,
[Exit. SCENE III.- A Room in a Prison. Enter Duke,
habited like a friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, provost ! so I think you are. Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good
When must he die?
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ?
I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil :
[Eail. Juliet. Must die tomorrow ! O, injurious love,
Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
Ang. Well: come to me to-morrow.
Ang. Amen! For I
[ Aside. Where prayers cross. Isab.
At what hour to-morrow
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
Save your honour !
[Exeunt Lucio, Isab. and Prov. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue ! What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she; nor dotli she tempt: but it is I, That lying by the violet, in the sun, Do, as the carrion does not as the tiower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it being That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness ? Having wasto ground e
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Sir, believe this, Ls still a dying horror!
I had rather give my body than my soul. Pres. 'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. Ang. I talk not of your soul ; Our compell d sins
Stand more for number than accompt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House. Enter An
How say you?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that ; for I can speak
Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Might there not be a charity in sin, As if I did but only chew his name ;
To save this brother's life? And in my heart, the strong and swelling cvil
Please you to do't, of my conception : The state, whereon I studied, I'll take it as a peril to my soul, Is like a good thing, being often read,
It is no sin at all, but charity. Grown feard and tedious ; yea, my gravity,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Wherrin (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
If that be gin, I'll make it my morn prayer
Nay, but bear me : *Tis not the devil's crest.
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant ;
Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear more briglu,
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Ang.
Teach her the way. (Ex. Sero. O heavens !
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me ; Making both it unable for itself,
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : And dispossessing all the other parts
Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears
Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Isab. True. By which he would revive : and eveo so
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other, Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Must needs appear offence.
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-binding law; and that there were lecte I am come to know your pleasure.
No earthly mean to save him, but that either Ang. That you might know it would much better You must lay down the treasures of your body please me,
To this supposed, or else let him suffer ;
(Retiring. || That is, Were I under the terms of death,
And strip myself to death, as to a bedl leal. Under your sentence ?
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield Ang. Yea.
My body up to shame. Ines. When, 1 beserch you ? that in his reprieve, Ang.
Then must your brother die. Lager, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way i
Better it were, a brother died at once,
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
Isah. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,
Are of two houses : lawful mercy is As to put mettle in restrained means,
Nothing akin to foul redemption. To make a false one.
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; Isab. "Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother
Ang. Say yon so ? then I shall poze you quickly. A merriment than a vice.
Isob. 0, pardon me, my lord ; it oft falls out,
For his advantage that I dearly love.
Ang. We are all frail.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Isab.
Else let iny brother die, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Esit.
SCENE 1.- A Room in the Prison. Enter Duke, Women !-Help heaven! men their creation mar
Claudio, and Provost. In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;
Duke. For we are soft as our complexions are,
SO, then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo? And credulous to false prints.
Clau. The miserable have no other medicine, Ang.
I think it well :
But only hope: And from this testimony of your own sex,
I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Duke. Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Than faults may shake our frames) let me be bold ;- Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with lifeI do arrest your words ; Be that you are,
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none : That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, If you be one, (as you are well express’d
(Servile to all the skiey influences) By all external warrants,) show it now,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, By putting on the destin'd livery.
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; Isab. I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord, For him thou labour'st by thy fight to shun, Let me entreat you speak the former language. And yet runn'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me, Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means val. That he shall die for it.'
iant; 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 license in't, Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, Which seems a little fouler than it is,
And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st To pluck on others.
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains My words express my purpose.
That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not: Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get ; And inost pernicious purpose !-Seeming, seeming!- | And what thou hast forgett'st: Thou art not certain ? I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
For thy complexion shifts to strauge effects Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
After the moon : If thou art rich, thou art poor ; Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Aloud, what man thou art.
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel;
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none; My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Will so your accusation over-weigh,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, That you shall stifle in your own report,
For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, nor And smell of calumny. I have begun;
age; And now I give my sensual race the rein:
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
Become as aged, and doth beg the alms That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother of palsied eld: and when thou art old, and rich, By yielding up thy body to my will;
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, Or else he must not only die the death,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life To lingering sufferance : Answer me to-morrow, Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, That makes these odds all even. I'll prove a tyrant to him : As for you,
I humbly thank you. Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. To sue to live, I fiud, I seek to die;
[Exit. And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on. Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this,
Enter Isabella. Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
Isab. What, ho! Peace here ; grace and good com That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
pany! Either of condemnation or approof!
Prov. Who's there? Come in: the wish deserves a Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
welcome. Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
Clau. Most holy sir, I thank you. Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Yet hath be in him such a mind of honour,
Prov. And very welcome.—Look, signior, here's That had he twenty heads to tender down On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
Duke. Provost, a word with you. Before his sister should ber body stoop
As many as you please. To such abhorrid pollution.
Duke. Bring them to speak where I may be conThen, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
ceald, More than our brother is our chastity.
Yet hear them.
(Exeunt Duke and Preros.