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Making booth it unable for itself,

Accountant to the law upon that pain.
And dispossessing all the other parts

Isab. Truc.
Ofnecessary fitness !

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
Come all to help him, and so stop the air

But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister,
By which he should revive : and even so

Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,

Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love of the all-binding law; and that there were
Must needs appear offence.

No earthly mean tosave him, but that either
Enter IsabeLLA.

You must lay down the treasures of your body
How now, fair maid?

To this supposed, or else let him sull'er;
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure.

What would you do?
Ang. That you might know it, would much better Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
please me,

That is, Were I under the terms of death,
Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. The impression of keen whips I'd wearas rubies,
Isab. Even so? – Heaven keep your honour! And strip myself to death, as to a bed,

(Retiring. That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, My body up to shame.
As long as you, orl: yet he must die,

Ang. Then must your brother die.
Isab. Under your sentence?

Isab. And’lwere the cheaper way:
Ang. Yea.

Betterit were, a brother died at once,
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,

Should die for ever.
That his soul sicken not.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence,
Ang. Ha! fy, these filthy vices! It were as good That you have slander'd so?
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,
A man already made, as to remit

Are of two houses: lawful mercy
Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image Is nothing kin to foul redemption.
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;
Falsely to take away a lifetrue made,

And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother
As to put mettle in restrained means,

A merriment than a vice.
To make a false one.

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
Isab, 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean :
Ang. Say you so? then I shall poze you quickly. I something do excuse the thing I hate,
Which had you rather, That the most just law For his advantage, that I dearly love.
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Ang. We are all frail.
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,

Isab. Else let my brother die,
As she that he hath stain'd?

If not a feodary, but only he,
Isab. Sir, believe this,

Owe, and succeed by weakness.
I had rather give my body, than my soul.

Ang. Nay, women are frailtoo.
Ang. I talk not of your soul; our compell'd sins Isab. Ay, as the glasses, where they view themselves ;
Stand more for number than accompt.

Which are as easy broke, as they make forms.
Isab. How sav you?

Women! – Help heaven! men their creation mar
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak In prohting by them. Nay, call us teu times frail;
Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;-

For we are soft, as our complexions are,
I, vow the voice of the recorded law,

And credulous to false prints.
Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:

Ang. I think it well:
Might there not be a charity in sin,

And from this testimony of your own sex,
To save this brother's life?

(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger
Isab. Please yon to do't,

Than faults may shake our frames) let me be bold;-
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,

I do arrest your words; be that you are,
It is no sin at all, but charity.

That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, If you be one, (as you are well express'd
Were equal poize of sin and charity.

By all external warrants,) show it now,
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,

By putting on the destin'd livery.
Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my snit, Isab. I have no tongue butone: gentle my lord,
If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer

Let me entreat you speak the former language!
To have it added to the faults of mine,

Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
And nothing of your, answer.

Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me,
Ang. Nay, but hear me:

That he shall die for it.
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Or seem so craftily; and that's not good.

Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Which seems a little fouler than itis,
But graciously to know, I am no better.

To pluck on others.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks

My words express my purpose.
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder,

İsab. Ila! little hovour to be much believ'd,
Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; And most pernicious purpose ! -Seeming, seeming!
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:

I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Your brother is to die.

Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Isab. So.

Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Ang. And his offenceisso, as it appears

Aloud, what man thou art!

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Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?

| But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth
My vouch against you, and my place i'the state, Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Will so your accusation overweigh,

Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich,
That you shall stifle in your own report,

Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, And smell of calumny. I have begun;

To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
And now I give my sensual race the rein:

That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;

Lichid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear,
Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,

That inakes these odds all even.
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother Claud. I humbly thank you.
By yielding up thy body to my will;

To sue to live, I find, I seek to die,
Orelse he must not only die the death,

And, seeking death, find life. Let it come on!
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out

Enter IsabelLA.
To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,

Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company!
Or, by the atlection that now guides me most,

Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves a
I'll prove a tyrant to him: as for you,

Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Duke. Dear sir, erelong I'll visit you again.

(Exit. Claud. Most holy sir, Ithauk you.
Isab. To whom shall I complain ? Did I tell this, Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio.
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,

Prov. Andvery welcome.--Look, signior,here's your That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,

Either of condemnation, or approof!

Duke. Provost, a word with you.
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;

Prov. As many as you please.
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, Duke. Bring me to hear them to speak,where I may be
To follow as it draws ! I'll to my brother:


(Exeunt Duke and Provost. Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,

Isab. Why, as all comforts are, most good in deed :
That, had he twenty heads to tender down

Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Intends you for his swift ambassador,
Before his sister should her body stoop

Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:
To such abhorr'd pollution.

Therefore your best appointment make with speed;
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: To-morrow you seton.
More than our brother is our chastity.

Claud. Is there no remedy?
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,

Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Exit. To cleave a heart in twain.

Claud. But is there any?

Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
А ст III.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
SCENE I.- A room in the prison. If you'll implore it, that will free your life,

Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost. But fetter you till death.
Duke.So, then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo ? | Claud. Perpetual durance ?
Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint,
But only hope :

Though all the world's vastidity you had,
I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.

To a determin'd scope.
Duke. Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Claud. But in what nature ?
Shallthereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life, Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't)
If I dolose thee, I do lose a thing,

Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear,
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, And leave you naked.
(Servile to all the skiey influences)

Claud. Let me know the point.
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain,
For him thon labour'st by thy flight to shun,

And six or seven winters more respect
And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die?
For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, The sense of death is most in apprehension;
Arenurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
Ofa poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,

As when a giant dies.
And that thon oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Claud. Why give you me this shame?
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; Think you, I can a resolution fetch
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains,

From flowery tenderness? If Imust die,
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;

I will encounter darkness as a bride,
For what thon hastnot, still thou striv'st to get; And hug it in mine arms.

And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain; Isab. There spake my brother; there my
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor; Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die:
For, like an ass, whose back with iugots bows, Thou art too noble to conserve a life
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,–
And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none; Whose settled visage and deliberate word
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil;
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and therheum, His filth within being cast, he would appear
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth, a pond as deep as hell.

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Isab. O, 'tis the conning livery of hell,

Isab. I have no superfluous leistire; my stay must be The damned'st body to invest and cover

stolen out of other affairs; but I will atteud you a while. In princely guards ! Dost thon think, Claudio, Duke. (To Claudio, aside.] Son, I have overheard If I would yield him my virginity,

what hath past between you and your sister. Angelo Thou might'st be freed ?

had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be.

made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgment Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank with the disposition of natures: she, having the truth offence,

of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial, So to offend him still: this night's the time,

which heis most glad to receive:Iam confessor to AnThat I should do what I abhor to name,

gelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare Or else thou diest to-morrow,

yourself to death! Do not satisfy your resolution with Claud. Thou shalt not do't,

hopes that are fallible: to-morrow you must die; go Isab. O, were it but my life,

to your knees, and make ready. I'd throw it down for your deliverance

Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of As frankly, as a pin!

love with life, that I will sue to be rid ofit. Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel !

Duke, Hold you there! Farewell. (Exit Claudio. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow!

Re-enter Provost.
Claud. Yes.-Has he atfections in him,

Provost, a word with you.
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, Prov. What's your will, father?
When he would force it? Sureit is no sin;

Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone:
Or of the deadly seven it is the least.

leave me a while with the maid; my mind promises Isab. Which is the least?

with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my company. Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Prov. In good time.

(Exit Provost. Why, would he for the momentary trick

Duke. The hand, that hath made you fair, hath made Be perdurably find ?-0 Isabel !

you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty, Isab. What says my brother?

makes beauty briefin goodness; but grace, being the Claud. Death is a fearful thing.

soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it Isab. And shamed life a hateful.

ever fair. The assault that Angelo hath made to you, Claud. Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where; fortune hath conveyed to my understanding; and, but Tolie in cold obstruction, and to rot;

that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should This sensible warm motion to become

wonder at Angelo. How would you do to content this Akneaded clod; and the delighted spirit

substitute, and to save your brother? To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

brother die by the law, than my son should be unlawTo be imprison'd in the viewless winds,

fully born. But oh, how much is the good dukedeceived And blown with restless violence round about

in Angelo! If ever he return, and I can speak to him, The pendant world, or to be worse than worst I will open my lips in vain, or discover his

government. Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts

Duke. That shall not be much amiss: yet, as the Imagine howling !-'tis too horrible!

matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation; he The weariest and most loathed worldly life,

made trial of you only:- Therefore, fasten your ear That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment,

on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good, a Can lay on nature, is a paradise

remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe, that To what we fear of death.

you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady Isab. Alas! alas!

a merited benefit, redeem your brother from the anClaud. Sweet sister, let me live!

gry law, do no stain to your own gracious person, and What sin you do to save a brother's life,

much please the absent duke, if, peradventure, he shall Nature dispenses with the deed so far,

ever return to have hearing of this business. That it becomes a virtue.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further! I have spirit to Isab. O, you beast!

do any thing, that appears not foul in the truth of my O, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch!

spirit. Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Is't not a kind of incest, to take life

Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of From thine'own sister's shame? What should I think? Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea ? Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words went For such a warped slip of wilderness

with her name. Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my dehance! Duke. Her should this Angelo have married ; was Die; perish! might but my bending down

aflianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed: Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: between which time of the contract, and limit of the I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,

solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at sea, No word to save thee.

having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his sister. Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel !

But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor gentleIsab. Ofy, fy, fy!

woman:there she lost a noble and renowned brother,in Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade:

his love toward her ever most kind and natural; with Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:

him, the portion and sinew of her fortune, her mar'Tis best that thou diest quickly.

(Going. riage dowry; with both, her combinate husband, this Claud. O hear me, Isabella!

well-seeming Angelo.

Isab, Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her?
Re-enter Duke.

Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of
Duke.Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word ! them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole,
Isab. What is your will?

pretending, in her, discoveries of dishouour: in few, Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet by and by have some speech with you: the satisfaction wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is I would require, is likewise your own beneht. washed with them, but relents not.

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Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this poor' Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has given maid from the world! What corruption in this life, him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: that it will let this man live !—But how out of this can if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were she avail ?

as good go a mile on his errand.
Duke.It is a rupture, that you may easily heal: and the Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be,
cure of it not only saves your brother, but keeps you Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, free!
from dishonour in doing it.

Enter Lucio.
Isab. Show me how, good father!

Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord, sir.
Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the Clo. I spy comfort ; I cry, bail : Here's a gentleman,
continuance of her first affection; his unjust unkind- and a friend of mine!
ness, that in all reason should have quenched her love, Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the heels
hath, like an impediment in the current, made it more of Caesar? Art thou led in triumph ? What, is there
violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; answer his none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to
requiring with a plausible obedience; agree with his be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and
demands to the point: only refer yourself to this ad- extracting it clutch'd? What reply? Ha? What say'st
vantage, first, that your stay with him may not be thou to this tune,matter, and method? Is’t not drown'd
long; that the time may have all shadow and silence in i'the last rain? Ha? What say'st thou, trot? Is the
it; and the place answer to convenience: this being world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad,
granted in course, now follows all. We shall advise and few words ? Or how? The trick of it?
this wronged maid to stead up your appointment, go Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse!
in your place; if the encounter acknowledge itself Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Pro-
hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense: and cures she still? Ha?'
here, by this, is your brother saved, your honour un- Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and
tainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and the corrupt she is herself in the tub.
deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, and make fit for Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must
his attempt. If you thiuk well to carry this as you may, be so: ever your fresh whore, and your powder'd
the doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from bawd: an unshun’d consequence; it must be 'so. Art
reproof. What think you ofit?

going to prison, Pompey?
Isab. The image of it gives me content already; and, Clo. Yes, faith, sir.
I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perfection. Lucio. Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey! Farewell!Go;

Duke. It lies much in your holding up: haste you say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? Or how?
speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat you to Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.
his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will pre- Lucio. Well, then innprison him! Ifimprisonment be
sently to St Luke's;there,at the moated grange,resides the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right! Bawd is he,
this dejected Mariana. At that place call upon me; doubtless, and of antiquity tov; bawd-born.-- Fare-
and despatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly. well, good Pompey: commend me to the prison, Pom-
Isab. I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, pey! You will turn good husband now, Pompey; you
good father!

(Exeunt severally. will keep the house.

Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail. SCENE II.—The street before the prison. Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompev; it is not the Enter Duke, as a Friar; to him Elbow, Clown, and wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage : Officers.

if you take it uot patiently, why,your mettle is the more. Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you Adieu, tristy Pompey.—Bless you, friar ! will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we Duke. And you ! shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard. Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey ? Ha ? Duke. O, heavens! what stuff is here !

Elb. Come your ways, sir; come! Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two usuries, Clo. You will not bail me then, sir? the merriest was put down, and the worser allow'd by Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.-What news abroad, order of law a furr'd gown to keep him warm; and friar? What news? furr'd with fox andlambskins too, to signify, that craft, Elb. Come your ways, sir; come! being richer than innocency, stands for the facing. Luciv. Go-to kennel, Pompey, go! Elb.Come your way,sir !-Bless you, good father friar !

[E.reunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. Duke. And you, good brother father! What offence What news, friar, of the duke? hath this man made you, sir?

Duke. I know none. Can you tell me of any? Elb. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law; and, sir, Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Pussia : we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you? upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have sent Duke. I know not where: but wheresoever, I wish lim to the deputy:

well. Duke. Fy, sirrah ; a bawd, a wicked bawd!

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal The evil that thou causest to be done,

from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never That is thy means to live. Do thou but think

born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence: he What’tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,

puts transgression to't.
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself, --

Duke. He does well in't.
From their abominable and beastly touches

Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do no
Idrink, I eat, array myself, and live,

harm in him : something too crabbed that way, friar. Çanst thon believe thy living is a life,

Duke.It is too general a vice, and severity must cureit. So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend! Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kinClo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, 'sir ; but yet, dred; it is well ally'd : butit is impossible to extirp it sir, I wonld prove

quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin, They say, this Ange was not made by man and woman, Thou wilt prove his.- Take him to prison, officer ; after the downright way of creation: is it true, think Correction and instruction must both work,

Duke. How should he be made then? Ere this rude beast will profit.

Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him:

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Some, that he was begot between two stockfishes :-- The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong,
but it is certain, that, when he makes water, his urine Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?-
is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true: and he is a But who comes here?
motion ungenerative, that's infallible.

Enter Escalus, Provost, Bawd, and Officers.
Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace. Escal. Go, away with her to prison !
Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your honour
the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the life of a is accounted a merciful man: good my lord!
man? Would the duke, that is absent, have done this? | Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit
Ere he would have hang’d a man for the getting a hun- in the same kind? This would make mercy swear, and
dred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a play the tyrant.
thousand: he had some feeling of the sport; he knew Prov. A bawd of cleven years continuance, may it
the service, and that instructed him to mercy. please your honour.
Duke. I never heard the absent duke much detected Baud. My lord, this is oneLacio’s information against
for women; he was not inclined that way.

me: mistress KateKeep-down was with child by him in Lucio. O, sir, yon are deceived !

the duke's time, he promised her marriage; his child is Duke. 'Tis not possible.

a year and a quarter old,come Philip and Jacob: I have Lucio, Who? not the duke? yes, your beggar of kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse me! fifty; – and his use was, to put a ducatin her clack- Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much licence:-let dish : the duke had crotchets in him: he would be him be called before us. Away with her to prison! Go drunk too; that let me inform yoti,

to; no more words (Exeunt Bawd and officers.]ProDuke. You do him wrong, surely!

vost, my brother Angelo will not be alter'd, Claudio Lucio, Sir, I was an inward ofhis: a shy fellow was must die to-morrow: let him be furnish'd with dithe duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of his with- vines, and have all charitable preparation; if my brodrawing.

ther wrought by my píty, it should not be so with him. Duke. What, I pr’ythee, might be the cause? Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with him, Lucio.No,-pardon;-?tis a secret must be lock'dwithin and advisei him for the entertainment of death. the teeth and the lips:but this I can let you understand, Escal. Good evil, good father! -the greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise. Duke, Bliss and goodness on you ! Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was! Escal, Of whence are

are you? Lucio.A very superficial,ignorant,nd weighing fellow. Duke. Not of this eountry, though my chance is now Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking; To use it for my time: I am a brother the very stream of his life, and the business he hath Of gracious order, late come from the see, helmed, must, upon a warranted need, give him a In special business from his holiness. better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in Escal, What news abroad i' the world? his own bringings forth, and he shall appear to the Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever on envious a scholar, a statesman, and a soldier: there- goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: nofore, you speak unskilfully; or, if your knowledge velty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be be more, it is much darken'd in your malice, aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be conLucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him.

stant in any undertaking. Thereis scarce truthenongh Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and know-alive, to make societies secure; but security enough, ledge with dearer love.

to make fellowships accurs’d: much upon this riddle Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.

runs the wisdom ofthe world. This news is old enongh, Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know not yet it is every day's news. I pray you, sir, of what diswhat you speak. But, if ever the duke return, (as our position was the duke? prayers are he may,) let me desire you to make your Escal. One, that, above all other strifes, contended answer before him: if it be honest you have spoke,you, especially to know himself. have courage to maintain it: Iam bound to call upon Duke. What pleasure was he given to? you; and, I pray you, your name?

Escal.Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than Lucio.Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke. morry at anything, which profess'd to make him reDuke. Heshallknow you better, sir, if I may live to joice: a gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him Lucio. I fear you not.

report you, to his events, with a prayer,they may prove prosperons; Duke. O, you hope the duke will return no more; or and let me desire to know, how you find Claudio you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite!But,indeed, prepared. I am made to understand, that you have . I can do you littlc harm: you'll forswear this again. lent him visitation.

Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceived in me, Duke. Ise professes to have received no sinister meafriar! But no more of this. Canst thou tell, if Claudio sures from his judge, but most willingly humbles himdie to--morrow, or no?

self to the determination of justice: yet had he framed Duke. Why should he die, sir?

to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many

deLucio. Why? for filling a bottic with a tun-dish. I ceiving promises of life ; which I, by my good leisore, would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd again: tliis have discredited to him, and now is he resolved to die, ungenitur'd agent willunpeople the province with con- Escal. You have paid the heavens your function, and tinency; sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have labecause they are lecherous. The duke yet would have bourd for the poor gentleman, to the extremest shore dark deeds darkly answer'd; he would never bring of my modesty; but my brother justice have I found so them to light: would he were return'd! Marry, this severe, that he hath forced me to tell him, he is indeed Claudio is condemu'd for untrnssing. Farewell, good-justice. friar; I pr’ythee, pray for me! The duke, I say to thee Duke. If his own life answer the straitness of his proagain,would eat mutton on Fridays. He's now pastit; ceeding,it shall become him well; wherein,ifhe chance yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, to fail, he hath sentenced himself. though she smelt brown bread and garlick : say, that i Escal

. I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well, said so. Farewell.

[Exit. Duke. Peace be with you!' (Exeunt Escalus and Duke. No might, nor greatness in mortality Can censure'scape; back-wounding calumny He, who the sword of heaven will bear,

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