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When I'll depose I had him in mine arms,
With all the effect of love.

Charges she more than me?
Mari. Not that I know.

No? you say, your husband. Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks, he knows that he ne'er knew my body, But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. Ang This is a strange abuse *:-Let's see thy

face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask.

Unveiling. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Which once thou swor’st, was worth the looking on: This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract, Was fast belock'd in thine : this is the body That took away the match from Isabel, And did supply thee at thy garden-house, In her imagin’d person. Duke.

Know you this woman? Lucio. Carnally, she says. Duke.

Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Enough, my lord. Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this wo

man ; And five years since, there was some speech of

marriage Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Partly, for that her promised proportions Came short of composition t; but in chief, For that her reputation was disvalued In levity : since which time of five years, I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honour. Mari.

Noble prince, As there comes light from heaven, and words from

breath, As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly * Deception.

† Her fortune fell short.

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As words can make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house,
He knew me as a wife: As this is true
Let me in safety raise me from my knees;
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument !

I did but smile till now;
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
My patience here is touch'd: I do perceive,
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member,
That sets them on: Let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice t out.

Ay, with all my heart; And punish them into your height of pleasure.Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman, Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou thy

oaths, Though they would swear down each particular

Were testimonies against his worth and credit,
That's seal'd in approbation ?-You, lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv’d.-
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord ; for he,

Hath set the women on to this complaint :
Your provost knows the place where he abides,
And he may fetch him.
Duke. Gó, do it instantly.-

Exit Provost.
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, ,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth I,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,
In any chastisement: I for a while
Will leave you ; but stir not you, till you have well
Determined upon these slanderers.
* Crazy. f Conspiracy

To the end.

Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.-[Exit Duke.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?

Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum : honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of the duke.

Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a notable fellow.

Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.

Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again ; [To an attendant.] I would speak with her : Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question ; you shall see how I'll handle her.

Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Escal. Say you?

Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, publickly she'll be ashamed. Re-enter Officers, with Isabella; the Duke, in the

friar's habit, and Provost. Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.

Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight.

Escal. Come on, mistress : [To Isabella.] here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.

Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here, with the provost.

Escal. In very good time:-speak not you to him till we call upon you.

Lucio. Mum.

Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women on to slander lord Angelo ? they have confess'd you did.

Duke. 'Tis false.
Escal. How! know you where you are ?
Duke. Respect to your great place ! and let the


Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne :Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak. Escal. The duke's in us, and we will hear you

speak : Look, you speak justly.

Duke. Boldly, at least :-But, 0, poor souls, Come


to seek the lamb here of the fox ? Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone? Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Thus to retort* your manifest appeal, And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Which here you come to accuse.

Lucio. This is the rascal ; this is he I spoke of. Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd

friar ! Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, And in the witness of his proper ear, To call him villain ? And then to glance from him to the duke himself; To tax him with injustice ?- Take him hence; To the rack with him :-We'll touze you joint by

joint, But we will know this purpose :-What ! unjust?

Duke. Be not so hot; the duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Dare rack his own ; his subject am I not, Nor here provincialt: My business in this state Made me a looker-on here in Vienna, Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, Till it o'er-run the stew: laws, for all-faults; But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark.

Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison. Ang. What can you vouch against him, signor

Lucio ?
Is this the man that you did tell us of ?

+ Accountable.

* Refer back.

Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate: Do you know me?

Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison in the absence of the duke.

Lucio. O, did you so ? And do you remember what


said of the duke? Duke. Most notedly, sir.

Lucio. Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?

Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report : you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse.

Lucio. O thou damnable fellow ! Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches?

Duke. I protest, I love the duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.

Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :Away with him to prison:-Where is the provost? Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon him; let him speak no more. Away with those giglots * too, and with the other confederate companion. [The Provost lays hands on the Duke.

Duke. Stay, sir ; stay a while.
Ang. What ! resists he ? Help him, Lucio.

Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir: Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal ! you must be hooded, must you ? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour ? Will't not off?

[Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers the

Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a

duke. First, provost, let me bail these gentle three : Sneak not away, sir ; [To Lucio.) for the friar and


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