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Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. of ?
Mari. Now I come to’t, my lord : F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and She, that accuses him of fornication, holy;
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband; Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
And charges him, my lord, with such a time, As he's reported by this gentleman;
When I'll depose I had him in mine arms,
Lacio. My lord, most villainously ; believe it. Mari. Not that I know.
Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, But at this instant he is sick, my lord,
Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my Of a strange fever: Upon his mere request,
body, (Being come to knowledge that there was com But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. plaint
Ang. This is a strange abuse :-Let's see thy Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither,
face. To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unIs true, and false; and what he with his oath,
[Unveiling And all probation, will make up full clear, This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Whensoever he's convented. First, for this wo-Which, once thou swor’st, was worth the lookman ;
ing on: (To justify this worthy nobleman,
This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract, So vulgarly and personally accus'd,)
Was fast belock'd in thine: this is the body, Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes, That took away the match from Isabel, Till she herself confess it.
And did supply thee at thy garden-house Duke. Good friar, let's hear it.
In her imagin'd person. [Isabella is carried off, guarded ; and Ma Duke. Know you this woman? riana comes forward.
Lucio. Carnally, she says. Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo ?
Duke. Sirrah, no more. O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools ! Lucio. Enough, my lord. Give us some seats.—Come, cousin Angelo; Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this In this I'll be impartial; be you judge
woman ; Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar? And, five years since, there was some speech of First, let her show her face; and, after, speak. marriage Mari. Pardon, my lord ; I will not show my Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, face,
Partly, for that her promised proportions Until my husband bid me.
Came short of composition ; but, in chief, Duke. What, are you married ?
For that her reputation was disvalued Mari. No, my lord.
In levity: since which time, of five years, Duke. Are you a maid?
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard frona Mari. No, my lord.
her, Duke. A widow then ?
Upon my faith and honour. Mari. Neither, my lord.
Mari. Noble prince, Duke. Why, you
As there comes light from heaven, and words Are nothing then :-Neither maid, widow, nor from breath, wife?
As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. As words could make up vows: and, my good Duke. Silence that fellow : I would, he had lord,
But Tuesday night last gone, in his gardenTo prattle for himself.
house, Lucio. Well, my lord.
He knew me as a wife: As this is true, Mari. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was mar- Let me in safety raise me from my knees ;
Or else for ever be confixed here, And, I confess, besides, I am no maid :
A marble monument ! I have known my husband ; yet my husband Ang. I did but smile till now; knows not,
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of jusThat ever he knew me. Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can My patience here is touch’d: I do perceive, be no better.
These poor informal women are no more Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou But instruments of some more mightier member,
That sets thein on: Let me have way, my lord, Lucio. Well, my lord.
To find this practice out.
wert so too.
Duke. Ay, with my heart;
on to slander Lord Angelo? they have confess'd And punish them unto your height of pleasure. you did. Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, Duke. 'Tis false. Compáct with her that's gone ! think'st thou, Escal. How! know you where you are? thy oaths,
Duke. Respect to your great place ! and let Though they would swear down each particular the devil saint,
Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne: Were testimonies against his worth and credit, Where is the duke ? 'tis he should hear me That's seald in approbation ?-You, lord Es speak. calus,
Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear Sit with my cousin ; lend him your kind pains
you speak: To find out this abuse, whence'tis deriv'd. Look, you speak justly. There is another friar that set them on;
Duke. Boldly, at least :-But, 0, poor souls, Let him be sent for.
Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone? he, indeed,
Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Hath set the women on to this complaint : Thus to retort your manifest appeal, Your provost knows the place where he abides, And put your trial in the villain's mouth, And he may fetch him.
Which here you come to accuse. Duke. Go, do it instantly.- [Exit Provost. Lucio. This is the rascal ; this is he I spoke of. And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
friar ! Do with your injuries as seems you best, Is't not enough, thou hast suborn’d these women In any chastisement: I for a while
To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, Wil leave you; but stir not you, till you have and in the witness of his proper ear, well
To call him villain ? Determined upon these slanderers.
And then to glance from him to the duke himself; Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly. To tax him with injustice ?-Take him hence; [Exit Duke.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, To the rack with him :—We'll touze you joint you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest by joint, person?
But we will know this purpose:—What! unjust? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum : honest Duke. Be not so hot; the duke in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he hath spoke most villainous speeches of the duke. Dare rack his own ; his subject am I not,
Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till Nor here provincial: My business in this state he come, and enforce them against him: we Made me a looker-on here in Vienna, shall find this friar a notable fellow.
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Till it o'er-run the stew: laws, for all faults; Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again; But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong sta[To an Attendant.] I would speak with her : tutes Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, shall how I'll handle her.
As much in mock as mark. Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him Escal. Say you?
to prison. Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled Ang. What can you vouch against him, sigher privately, she would sooner confess; per
nior Lucio ? chance, publickly she'll be ashamed.
Is this the man that you did tell us of ?
Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord.—Come hither, goodRe-enter Officers, with Isabella; the Duke in
man bald-pate : Do you know me? the Friar's habit, and Provost.
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of
your voice: I met you at the prison, in the abEscal. I will go darkly to work with her. sence of the duke.
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light Lucio. O, did you so ? And do you remember at midnight.
what you said of the duke? Escal. Come on, mistress : [To Isabella.] Duke. Most notedly, sir. here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have Lucio. Do you so, sir ? And was the duke a said.
flesh-monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke reported him to be ? of; here with the provost.
Duke. You must, sir, change persons with Escal. In very good time: speak not you to me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, him, till we call upon you.
spoke so of him; and much more, much worse. Lucio. Mum.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women | pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches ?
Duke. I protest I love the duke, as I love Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel : myself.
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart; after his treasonable abuses.
And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd with- Labouring to save his life ; and would not rather al:-Away with him to prison :—Where is the Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, provost? - Away with him to prison ; lay bolts Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid, enough upon him ; let him speak no more : It was the swift celerity of his death, Away with those giglots too, and with the other which I did think with slower foot came on, confederate companion.
That brain'd my purpose : But, peace be with [The Provost lays hands on the Duke. him ! Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while.
That life is better life, past fearing death, Ang. What! resists he?-Help him, Lucio. Than that which lives to fear: make it you
Lucio. Come, sir ; come, sir ; come, sir; foh, comfort, sir: Why, you bald-pated, lying rascall you So happy is your brother. must be hooded, must you? Show
knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sheep
Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and biting face, and be hang’d an hour! Will’t not
[Pulls off the Friar's hood, and
Isab. I do, my
lord. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er Duke. For this new-married man, approachmade a duke.
ing here, First, provost, let me bail these gentle three : Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Sneak not away, sir; [To Lucio.] for the friar Your well-defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your Must have a word anon :-lay hold on him.
brother, Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. (Being criminal in double violation Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon ; sit of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, you down.
[To Escalus. Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,) We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave: The very mercy of the law cries out
[To Angelo. Most audible, even from his proper tongue, Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, An Angelo for Claudio, death for death. That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
Like doth quit like, and Measure still for MedAnd hold no longer out. Ang: O my dread lord,
Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested ; I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee To think I can be undiscernible,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband ! Duke. Come hither, Mariana :
Luke. It is your husband mock'd you with a Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?
husband: Ang. I was, my lord.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, Duke. Go, take her hence, and marry her in- I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, stantly.
For that he knew you, might reproach your life, Do you the office, friar; which consummate, And choke your good to come: for his possesReturn him here again :-Go with him, Provost. sions,
[Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Although by confiscation they are ours, Escal. Dly lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis- We do instate and widow you withal, honour,
To buy you a better husband. Than at the strangeness of it.
Mari. O, my dear lord, Duke. Come hither, Isabel :
I crave no other, nor no better man. Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. Advertising, and holy to your business,
Mari. Gentle my liege,
[Kneeling Not changing heart with habit, I am still Duke. You do but lose your labour: Attorney'd at your service.
Away with him to death.-Now, sir, CT. Lucia] Isab. O, give me pardon, That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd Mari. O, my good lord !_Sweet Isabel, take Your unknown sovereignty.
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
Re-enter Provost, BarnardINE, Claudio, and
ljuke. There was a friar told me of this man: Mari. Isabel,
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; That apprehends no further than this world, Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. | And squar’st thy life according. Thou’rt conThey say, best men are moulded out of faults ; demn'd; And, for the most, become much more the better But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ; For being a little bad : so may my husband. And pray thee, take this mercy to provide 0, Isabel! will you not lend a knee?
For better times to come :-Friar, advise him ; Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
I leave him to your hand.-What muffled fel. Isab. Most bounteous sir, [Kneeling: low's that? Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, As if my brother liv'd: I partly think, That should have died when Claudio lost his head, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds,
As like almost to Claudio, as himself. Till he did look on me; since it is so,
[Unmuffles Claudio. Let him not die: My brother had but justice, Duke. If he be like your brother, [To IsuIn that he did the thing for which he died :
bella.] for his sake For Angelo,
Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake, His act did not o'ertake his bad intent, Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, And must be buried but as an intent,
He is my brother too: But fitter time for that. That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no sub- By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe ; jects;
Miethinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye :Intents but merely thoughts.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well: Mari. Merely, my lord.
Look, that you love your wife ; her worth, Duke. Your suit's unprofitable ; stand up, I
I find an apt remission in myself: I have bethought me of another fault : And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded You, sirrah, [To Lucio.] that knew me for a At an unusual hour ?
fool, a coward, Prov. It was commanded so.
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman ;
Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but accordDuke. For which I do discharge you of your ing to the trick: If you will hang me for it, you office :
may, but I had rather it would please you, I up your keys.
might be whipp'd. Prov. Pardon me, noble lord :
Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after.I thought it was a fault, but knew it not ; Proclaim it, provost, round about the city; Yet did repent me, after more advice :
If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, For testimony whereof, one in the prison, (As I have heard him swear himself, there's one That should by private order else have died, Whom he begot with child,) let her appear, I have resery'd alive.
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d, Duke. What's he?
Let him be whipp'd and hang’d. Prov. His name is Barnardine.
Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry Duke. I would thou had’st done so by Clau- me to a whore! Your highness said even now, dio.
I made you a duke; good my lord, do not reGo, fetch him hither ; let me look upon him. compense me in making me a cuckold.
[Exit Provost. Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her
Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure: to death, whipping, and hanging.
Joy to you, Mariana !-love her, Angelo; The offence pardons itself.—Dear Isabel,
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is There's more behind, that is more gratulate.
mine: Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy ; So bring us to our palace; where we'll show We shall employ thee in a worthier place : What's
yet behind, that's meet you all should Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
[Ereunt The head of Ragozine for Claudio's;