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Accuse him home and home:- For my poor self,
Good even! [Exit ISABELLA Friar, where is the Provost ? Duke.
Not within, sir. Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine
eyes so red:-If the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, thy brother had lived.
Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little be. bolden to your reports ; but the best is, he lives not in them.
Lucio. Friar, thou know'st not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman, than thou takest him for.
Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ·
Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.
Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
Duke. Did you such a thing?
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to her.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : Rest you well.
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end :- Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick.
[Exeunt the Duke and Lucio.
Enter ESCALUS and ANGELO with Letters. Esca. Every letter he hath writ has disvouched other.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness - 'Pray Heaven, his wisdom be not tainted !
And why meet him at the gates, and deliver our authorities there?
Esca. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street ?
Esca. He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to , stand against us.
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd :I'll call you at your house : Give notice to such men of sort and suit?, As are to meet him. Esca.
I shall, sir : fare you well.
[Exit ESCALUS. Ang. This deed unshapes me quite, makes me
unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid ! And by an eminent body, that enforced
7 Figure and rank.
The law against it! - But that her tender shame
Before the Gates of Vienna.
Enter, from the City, Guards, ANGELO, ESCALUS,
Lucio, two Apparitors, and Gentlemen :towards the City, Guards, the DUKE, FREDERICK, LEOPOLD, Provost, and Gentlemen.
ANGELO and ESCALUS kneel, and deliver their Com
missions to the DUKE. Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
Ang. Happy return be to your royal grace!
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both, We have made enquiry of
and we hear Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.
Ang. You make my bonds still greater.
Duke. O, your desert speaks aloud: Give me
Enter Friar Peter and ISABELLA, from the City.
Isa. Justice, O royal duke ! - Vail ® your regard
have heard me in my true complaint,
O, worthy duke,
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
By course of justice !
Isa. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak :
Nay, it is ten times strange.
Isa. It is not truer he is Angelo,
Poor soul ! She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isa. O, I conjure thee, prince, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness : make not impos
sible That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible, But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute, As Angelo ; even so may Angelo, In all his dressings', characts, titles, forms, Be an arch villain ; believe it, royal prince, If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, Had I more name for badness. Duke.
By mine honesty, If she be mad, (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing on thing, As ne'er I heard in madness. Isa.
O, gracious duke, Harp not on that ; nor do not banish reason For inequality : but let your reason serve To make the truth appear. Duke.
Many, that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would
you say? Isa. I am the sister of one Claudio, Condemn'd upon the act of fornication, To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo: I, in probation of a sisterhood, Was sent to by my brother : one Lucio Was then the messenger.
9 Habits and characters of office.