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Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.
Esca. Well, sir;— What did this gentleman to her ?
Pom. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face: - Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose ; doth your honour mark his face?
Esca. Ay, sir, very well.
Pom. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him : good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the constable's wife any harm ? I would know that of your honour.
Esca. Constable, what say you to it?
Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected house ; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman.
Pom. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respecto ed person
of us all. Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked varlet ; the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child.
Pom. Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her.
Esca. Which is the wiser here, - justice or iniquity ? — Is this true ?
Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibalo! I respected with her, before I was married to her! If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer : Prove this, thou wicked Hanni, bal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee.
Esca. If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have your
action of slander too. Elb, Marry, I thank your good worship for it : What is't your worship’s pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff?
8 For cannibal.
Esca. Truly, officer, because he has some offences in him, that thou would'st discover if thou could'st, let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st what they are. · Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it :- Thou see'st, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet ; thou art to continue.
Esca. 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 tap-house, but I am drawn in.
Esca. Well, no more of it, master Froth: farewell. — [Exit Froth.] - Come you hither to me, master Tapster; what's your name, master Tapster?
Esca. I advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever ; 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. Pom. I thank your worship for your good coun
But I shall follow it, as the Aesh and fortune shall better determine.
[Exit POMPEY. Esca. 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.
Esca. I thought, by your readiness in the office you had continuance in it some time: you say, seven years together?
Elb. And a half, sir.
They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't : are
and go through with all.
Esca. Look you, bring me in the names of some
ELBOW, and Tipstaves.
A Room in Angelo's House.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
How now, who's there?
One Isabel, a sister,
Teach her the
fair maid ? Isa. I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might know it, would much better
please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot
live. Isa. Even so ? Heaven keep your honour !
[Retiring. may he live a while : and, it may be, As long as you or I :- Yet he must die. Isa. Under
your sentence ? Ang. Yea.
Isa. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, That his soul sicken not.
Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices ! It were as good To pardon m, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, In stamps that are forbid.
Isa. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.
Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly.
Isa. Sir, believe this,
Ang. I talk not of your soul; our compelld sins Stand more for number than for accompt.
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that: for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : Might there not be a charity in sin, To save this brother's life?
How say you?
Isa. Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Isa. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your, answer.
Ang. Nay, but hear me: Your sense pursues not mine : either you are igno
rant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isa. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright When it doth tax itself:- But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law
upon Isa. True.
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Finding yourself desired of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-binding law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You must lay down the treasure of your person To this supposed, or else let him suffer 3 What would
do ? Isa. As much for my poor brother, as myself: That is, were I under the terms of death, The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, And strip myself to death, as to a bed