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Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.
[To the Clown.
Escal. Nine!-Come hither to me, master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them: get you gone, and let me hear no more of
you. Froth. I thank your worship; for mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.
Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: farewell. [Exit Froth.]—Come you hither to me, master tapster ; what's your name, master tapster ?
Escal. "Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you: so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you color it in being a tapster. Are you not ? come, tell me true; it shall be the better
Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live.
Escal. How would you live, Pompey? By being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?
Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.
Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay
all the youth in the city ?
Escal. No, Pompey.
Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then: if your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.
Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you : it is but heading and hanging.
Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after three pence a bay :' if you live to see this come to pass, say,
Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you, let me not
you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipped : so for this time, Pompey, fare you well.
Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel : but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine. Whip me ? No, no; let carman whip his jade; The valiant heart's not whipped out of his trade.
[Exit. Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come hither, master constable. How long have you been in this place of constable ?
Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.
Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: you say, seven years together?
Elb. And a half, sir.
Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: are there not men in your
ward sufficient to serve it ? Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as
1 A bay is a principal division in building, as a barn of three bays is a barn twice crossed by beams. VOL. I.
they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them: I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all
Escul. Look you, bring me in the names of some six or seren, the most suflicient of your parish.
Elb. To vour worship’s house, sir?
[Exit Elbow.] What's o'clock, think you?
Just. Eleven, sir.
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
Just. Lord Angelo is severc.
It is but needful:
SCENE II. Another Room in the same.
Enter Provost and a Servant. Serr. lle's hearing of a cause; he will come
straight. I'll tell him of you.
Prov. Pray you, do. [Erit Servant.] I'll know Ilis pleasure : may be, he will relent: alas, He bath but as oftended in a dream! All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he To die for it!
Enter Angelo. n.
Now, what's the matter, provost. Pror. Is it our will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea ? Hadst thou not
order? Why dost thou ask again? Prov.
Lest I might be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen,
Go to; let that be mine:
I crave your honor's pardon.-
Dispose of her
Hath he a sister?
Enter Lucio and Isabella.
welcome: What's your will ?
Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemned to die :
Heaven give thee moving graces !
O just, but severe law! I had a brother then.—Heaven keep your honor !
[Retiring. Lucio. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again,
Isab. Must he needs die ?
Maiden, no remedy. Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither Heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do't.
if Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no
Wrong, If your
heart were touched with that remorse As mine is to him? Ang:
TIe's sentenced ; 'tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold.
[To ISABELLA. Isab. Too late? why, 10: I, that do speak a word, May call it back again : well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy docs.
. If he had been as you,
But can you,
you would ?
1 i. c. let my brother's fault die or be extirpated, but let not him suffer.