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Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die :
Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base appliances. This outward-sainted

deputy, Whose settled visage and deliberate word 90 Nips youth i' the head and follies doth em


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To sue to live, I find I seek to die;
And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
Isub. [Within] What, ho! Peace here ;

grace and good company !
Prou. Who's there? come in : the wish

deserves a welcome.
Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you

Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you.

Isab. My business is a word or two with

Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior,

here's your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. 50 Prov. As many as you please.

Duke. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be concealed.

[Exeunt Duke and Provost. Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ? Isab.

Why, As all comforts are ; most good, most good in

deed. Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his swift ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting leiger : Therefore your best appointment make with speed ;

60 To-morrow you set on. Claud.

Is there no remedy? Isab. None, but such remedy as, to save

a head, To cleave a heart in twain. Claud.

But is there any ? Isab. Yes, brother, you may live : There is a devilish mercy in the judge, If you'll implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death. Claud.

Perpetual durance ? Isab. Ay, just ; perpetual durance, a re

Though all the world's vastidity you had,
To a determined scope.

But in what nature? 70 Isab. In such a one as, you consenting to't, Would bark your honor from that trunk you

bear, And leave you naked. Claud.

Let me know the point. Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio ; and [

quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honor. Darest thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great 80 As when a giant dies.

Claud. Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die I will encounter darkness as a bride, And bug it in mine arms. Isab. There spake my brother, there my

father's grave

As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil ;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.

The prenzie Angelo!
Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In prenzie guards! Dost thou think, Claudio?
If I would yield him my virginity,
Thou mightst be freed.

O heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give't thee, from this rank offence,

100 So to offend him still. This night's the time. That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou diest to-morrow. Claud.

Thou shalt not do't.
Isab. O, were it but my life,
l’ld throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.

Thanks, dear Isabel.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death

to-morrow. Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, That thus can make him bite the law by the

nose, When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin, 110 Or of the deadly seven, it is the least.

Isab. Which is the least?
Claud. If it were damnable, he being so

Why would he for the momentary trick
Be perdurably fined ? O Isabel !

Isab. What says my brother ?

Death is a fearful thing.
Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not

where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become 120 A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than

Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling : 'tis too horrible !
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment 130
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

Isab. Alas, alas !

Sweet sister, let me live:
What sin you do to save a brother's life,
Nature dispenses with the deed so far
That it becomes a virtue.

O you beast !
O faithless coward ! O dishonest wretch !


Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice ? falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How will Is't not a kind of incest, to take life

you do to content this substitute, and to save From thine own sister's shame? What should your brother ? I think?

140 Isub. I am now going to resolve him: I had Heaven shield my mother play'd my father rather my brother die by the law than my son fair!

should be unlawfully born. But,0, how much For such a warped slip of wilderness

is the good duke deceived in Angelo ! If ever Ne'er issued from his blood. Take my de- he return and I can speak to him, I will open fiance !

my lips in vain, or discover his government. Die, perish! Might but my bending down Duke. That shall not be much amiss : yet, Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should pro- as the matter now stands, he will avoid your ceed :

accusation ; he made trial of you only. ThereI'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, fore fasten your ear on my advisings : to the No word to save thee.

love I have in doing good a remedy presents Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.

itself. I do make myself believe that you Isab.

0, fie, fie, fie ! may most uprighteously do a poor wronged Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade.

lady a merited benefit ; redeem your brother Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd : 150 from the angry law; do no stain to your own 'Tis best thou diest quickly:

gracions person ; and much please the absent Claud.

O hear me, Isabella ! duke, if peradventure he shall ever return to Re-enter DUKE. have hearing of this business.

211 Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but

Isab. Let me hear you speak farther. I

have spirit to do anything that appears not one word.

foul in the truth of my spirit. Isab. What is your will ?

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with

fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mari

ana, the sister of Frederick the great soldier yoni : the satisfaction I would require is like

who miscarried at sea ? wise your own benefit. Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay

Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good

words went with her name. must be stolen out of other affairs ; but I will attend you awhile.

[Walks apart.

Duke. She should this Angelo have marDuke. Son, I lave overheard what hath

ried ; was affianced to her by oath, and the passed between you and your sister. Angelo

nuptial appointed : between which time of the had never the purpose to corrupt her ; only he

contract and limit of the solemnity, her brother hath made an essay of her virtue to practise

Frederick was wrecked at sea, having in that his judgment with the disposition of natures:

perished vessel the dowry of his sister. But she, having the truth of honor in her, hath

mark how heavily this befell to the poor gentle

woman : there she lost a noble and renowned made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive. I am confessor to An

brother, in his love toward her ever most kind gelo, and I know this to be true ; therefore

and natural ; with him, the portion and sinew prepare yourself to death : do not satisfy

of her fortune, her marriage-dowry; with

both, her combinate husband, this well-seeming your resolution with hopes that are fallible :

Angelo. to-morrow you must die ; go to your knees and make ready.

Isab. Can this be so ? did Angelo so leave

her ? Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am

Duke. Left her in her tears, and dried not one so out of love with life that I will sue to be rid

of them with his comfort ; swallowed his vows of it.

Duke. Hold you there : farewell. [Exit whole, pretending in her discoveries of disClaudio.] Provost, a word with you !

honor : in few, bestowed her ou her own

lamentation, which she yet wears for his sake; Re-enter Provost.

and he, a marble to her tears, is washed with · Prov. What's your will, father?

them, but relents not. Duke. That now you are come, you will be Isab. What a merit were it in death to take gone. Leave me awhile with the maid : my this poor maid from the world! What cormind promises with my habit no loss shail ruption in this life, that it will let this man touch her by my company.

live! But how out of this can she avail ? Prov. In good time.

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily [Exit Provost. Isabella comes forward. heal : and the cure of it not only saves your Duke. The hand that hath made you fair brother, but keeps you from dishonor in doing hath made you good : the goodness that is it. cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in good- Isab. Show me how, good father. ness ; but grace, being the soul of your com- Duke. This forenamed maid hath yet in plexion, shall keep the body of it ever fair. her the continuance of her first affection: his The assanlt that Angelo hath made to you, unjust unkindness, that in all reason should fortune hath conveyed to my understanding ; have quenched her love, hath, like an impedi2nd, but that frailty hath examples for his ment in the curreut, made it more violent and

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unruly. Go you to Angelo ; answer his requiring with a plausible obedience; agree with his demands to the point ; only refer yourself to this advantage, first, that your stay with him may not be long ; that the time may have all shadow and silence in it; and the place answer to convenience. This being granted in course,-and now follows all, -we shall advise this wronged maid to stead np your appointment, go in your place ; if the encounter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense : and here, by this, is your brother saved, your honor untainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame and make fit for his attempt. If you think well to carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof. What think

Isab. The image of it gives me content already; and I trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.

Duke. It lies much in your holding up. Haste you speedily to Angelo: if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to Saint Luke's: there, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. At that place call upon me; and dispatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly.

Isab. I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father. [Exeunt severally. 281

SCENE JI. The street before the prison. Enter, on one side, DUKE disguised as before; on

the other, ELBOW, and Officers with POMPEY.

Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.

Duke. O heavens ! what stuff is here?

Pom. 'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm ; and furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.

11 Elb. Come your way, sir. 'Bless you, good father friar.

Duke. And you, good brother father. What offence hath this man made you, sir ?

Elb. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have sent to the deputy.

Duike. Fie, sirrah ! a bawd, a wicked bawd! The evil that thou causest to be done, 21 That is thy means to live. Do thou but think What 'tis to cram a maw or clothe a back From such a filthy vice : say to thyself, From their abominable and beastly tou I drink, I eat, array myself, and live. Canst thou believe thy living is a life, Bo stinkingly depending ? Go mend, go mend.

Pom. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, sir, I would prove

30 Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee

proofs for sin, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison,

officer: Correction and instruction must both work Ere this rude beast will profit.

Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand. Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be,

40 From our faults, as faults from seeming, free! Elb. His neck will come to your waist,

cord, sir. Pom. I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a friend of mine.

Enter LUCIO. Lucio. How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of Cæsar ? art thou led in triumph ? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutched ? What reply, ha ? What sayest thou to this tune, matter and method : Is't not drowned i’ the last rain, ha ? What sayest thon, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way ? Is it sad, and few words ? or how? The trick of it ?

Duke. Still thus, and thus ; still worse !

Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still, ha ?

Pom. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.

Lucio. Why, 'tis good ; it is the right of it; it must be so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd: an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?

Pom. Yes, faith, sir.

Lucio. Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell : go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how ?

Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

Lucio. Well, then, imprison him : if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.

Pom. I hope, sir, your good worship will be

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage : if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. 'Bless you, friar.

81 Duke. And you.

Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha ?

Elb. Come your ways, sir; come

my bail.


Pom. You will not bail me, then, sir ?

Lucio. Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar ? what news ?

Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.

Lucio. Go to kennel, Pompey; go. (Exeunt Elbow, Pompey and Officers.] What news, friar, of the duke ?

91 Duke. I know none. Can you tell me of any ?

Lucio. Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia ; other some,

he is in Rome: but where is he, think you ?

Dukie. I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence ; he puts trausgression to 't.

101 Duke. He does well in 't.

Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar.

[must cure it. Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity

Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred ; it is well allied : but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and woman after this downright way of creation : is it true, think

you ?

I can let you understand, the greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.

Duke. Wise! why, no question but he was.

Lucio A very superficial, ignorant, un weighing fellow.

Duke Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking : the very stream of his life and the business he hath helmed must upon a warranted need give him a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings-forth, and he shall appear to the envions a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. Therefore you speak unskilfully ; or if your knowledge be more it is much darkened in your malice.

Lucio Sir, I know him, and I love him,

Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.

160 Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.

Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?

Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio ; well known to the duke.

170 Duke. He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you.

Lucio. I fear you not.

Duke. 0, you hope the duke will return no more ; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I can do you little harm; you'll forswear this again.

Lucio. I'll be hanged first : thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio die to-morrow or

180 Duke. Why should he die, sir ?

Lucio. Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would the duke we talk of were returned again : the uugenitured agent will unpeople the province with continency : sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous.

The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered ; he would never bring them to light : wond he were returned ! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlic : say that I said so. Farewell.

(Erit. Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape ; back-wounding calamny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so

strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderons tongue ? But who comes here?

200 Enter ESCALUS, PROVOST, and Officers with

Escal. Go; away with her to prison.

no ?

Duke. How should he be made, then ? Lucio. Some report a sea-maid spawned him ; some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice ; that I know to be true : f and he is a motion generative ; that's infallible.

[apace. Duke. You are pleasant, sir, and speak

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a man ! Would the duke that is absent have done this? Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing å thousand : he had some feeling of the sport: he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy,

Duke. I never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way. Lucio. O, sir, you are deceived

131 Duke. 'Tis not possible.

Lucio. Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too ; that let me inform you.

Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the duke: and I believe I know the canse of his withdrawing.

140 Duke. What, I prithee, might be the cause ?

Lucio. No, pardon ; 'tis a secret must be locked within the teeth and the lips : but this

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Mrs. Or. Good my lord, be good to me; your lionor is accounted a merciful man ; good

Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play the tyrant.

Prov. A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may it please your honor.

Mrs. Ov. My lord, this is one Lucio's inforination against me. Mistress Kate Keepdown was with child by him in the duke's time ; he promised her marriage : his child is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob : I have kept it myself ; and see how he goes about to abuse me!

Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much license : let him be called before us. Away with her to prison ! Go to ; no more words. (Ereunt Officers with Mistress Ov.] Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered; Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation. If my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with him.

Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death.

Escal. Good even, good father.
Duke. Bliss and goodness on you !
Escal. Of whence are you?
Duke. Not of this country, though my
chance is now

To use it for my time : I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the See
In special business from his holiness.

Escal. What news abroad i' the world ?

Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it : novelty is only in request ; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking: There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure ; but security enough to make fellowships accurst: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enouglı, yet it is every day's news. I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke ?

Escal. One that, above all other strifes, contended especially to kuow himself.

Mike. What pleasure was he given

Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed to make him rejoice : a gentleman of all temperance.

But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous ; and let me desire to know how you fiud Claudio prepared. I am made to understand that you have lent him visitation.

Duke. He professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice : yet had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life ; which I by my good leisure

have discredited to him, and now is ne resolved to die.

Escal. You have paid the heavens your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have labored for the poor gentleman to the extremest shore of my modesty : but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him he is indeed Justice.

Duke. If his own life answer the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well ; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself.

Escal. I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well. Duke. Peace be with you !

[Exeunt Escalus and Provost. He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe ; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue g? ; More nor less to others paying Than by self-offences weighing.

280 Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking ! Twice treble shame on Angelo, To weed my vice and let his grow ! 0, what may man within him hude, Though angel on the outward side! How may likeness made in crimes, Making practice on the times, To draw with idle spiders' strings Most ponderous and substantial things ! 290 Craft against vice I must apply : With Angelo to-night shall lie His old betrothed but despised ; † So disguise shall, by the disguised, Pay with falsehood false exacting, And perform an old contracting. [Exit.

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SCENE I. The moated grange at ST. LUKE's.
Enter MARIANA and a Boy.

Boy sings.
Take, O, take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn ;
And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn :
But my kisses bring again, bring again
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in

vain, Mari. Break off thy song, and haste thee

quick away: Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still’d my brawling discontent.

[Exit Boy. Enter Duke disguised as before. I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish 10 You had not found me here so musical: Let me excuse me, and believe me so, My mirth it much displeased, but pleased my


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