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do repent,

More fit to do another such offence,

And dispossessing all the other parts Than die for this.

Of necessary fitness ? Duke. When must he die?

So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons, Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

Come all to help him, and so stop the air I have provided for you; stay a while,

By which he should revive: and even so

[To Juliet. The general,* subject to a well-wish'd king, And you shall be conducted.

Quit their own part, and in obsequiousfondness Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you Crowd to his presence, where their untaught carry? Must needs appear offence.

[love Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.

Enter IsabelLA. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign How now, fair maid ? your conscience,

Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. And try your penitence, if it be sound,

Ang. That you might know it, would much Or hollowly put on.

better please me,

(live. Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Isub. Even so ?—Heaven keep your honour! Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd

(Retiring. him.

Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful As long as you, or I: Yet he must die. Was mutually committed ?

[act Isab. Under your sentence? Juliet. Mutually.

Ang. Yea. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his rethan his.

prieve, Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Longer, or shorter, he may so be fitted, Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you That his soul sicken not.

Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,

good Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not to pardon him, that hath from nature stolen heaven;

A man already made, as to remit [image Showing, we'd not spare* heaven, as we love Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's But as we stand in fear,

[it, lo stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; Falsely to take away a life true made, And take the shame with joy.

As to put mettle in restrained means, Duke. There rest.

To make a false one. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in And I am going with instruction to him.

earth. Grace go with you! Benedicite! [Exit. Ang. Say you so? then I shall pose you Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious

quickly love,

Which had you rather, That the most just law That respites me a life, whose very comfort Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Is still a dying horror!

Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Prov. 'Tis pity of him.

[Exeunt. As she that he hath stain'd!

Isub. Sir, believe this, SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO's House. I had rather give my body than my soul. Enter AngelO. Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compellid

(sins Ang. When I would pray and think, I think Stand more for number than accompt.

Isab. How say you?

(words; To several subjects: heaven hath my empty

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,

speak Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,

Against the thing I say. Answer to this;- ! As if I did but only chew his name;

I, now the voice of the recorded law, And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Might there not be charity in sin,

Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Ofmy conception: The state, whereon I studied, To save this brother's lite? Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

Isab. Please you to do't, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,

I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
Could I, with boot,t change for an idle plume,

It is no sin at all, but charity.
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O torm! Were equal poise of sin and charity:

Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, ai peril of your soul,
How often dost thou with thy case, thy babit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my

Isch. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood:

suit, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,

If that be sin, I'll make it my morp prayer "Tis not the devil's crest.

To have it added to the faults of naine,

And nothing of your answer.

Ang. Nay, but hear me:
How now, who's there?

Your sense pursues not mine: either you are

Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good. Serv. One Isabel, a sister,

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing Desires access to you.

But graciously to know I am no better. (good, Ang. Teach her the way.

(Exit Serv.

Ang Thus wisdom wishes to appear most O heavens!

bright, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Making both it unable for itself,

Proclaim an enshieldt beauty teen times louder Spare to offend heaven, + Profit. 1 Outside. * l'eople,

+ Enshelded, covered.

and pray


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Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: To pluck on others.
Your brother is to die.

Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
Isab. So.

My words express my purpose.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Isub. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
Accountant to the law upon that pain.* And inost pernicious purpose!--Seeming, seem-
Isab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
(As I subscribet not that, nor any other, Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
But in the loss of question,:) that you, his sister, Or, with an outstretch d throat, I'll tell the
Finding yourselt desir'd of such a person, Aloud, what man thou art.

Whose credit with the judge, or own great Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?

My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life.
Could fetch your brother from the manacles My voucht against you, and my place i’the
Of the all-binding law; and that there were Will so your accusation overweigh, (state,
No earthly mean to save him, but that either That you shall stitle in your own report,
You must lay down the treasures of your body And smell of calumny. I have begun;
To this supposed, or else let him sutier; And now I give my sensual race the rein:
What would you do?

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That is, Were I under the terms of death, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as By yielding up thy body to my will; (brother
And strip myself to death, as to a bed (rubies, Or else he must not only die the death,
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
My body up to shame.

To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow,
Ang. Then must your brother die.

Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:

I'll prove a tyrant to bim: As for you,
Belter it were, a brother died at once, Say what you can, niy false o'erweighs your
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,


[Erit. Should die for ever.

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sen

this, That you have slander'd so?

[tence Who would believe me? () perilous mouths, Isab. Ignomy☆ in ransom, and free pardun, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Are of two houses: lawful mercy is

Either of condemnation or approot! Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, tyrant;

To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Though he hath fallen by prompture of the
A merriment than a vice.

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
To have what we'd have, we speak not what that had he twenty heads to tender down
we mean:

On twenty bioody blocks, he'd yield them up,
I something do excuse the thing I hate, Before his sister should her body stoop
For his advantage that I dearly love.

To such abhorr'd pollution.
Ang. We are all frail.

Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab. Else let my brother die,

More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary,ll but only he,

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. Ang. Nay, women are frail too.

Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view

Which are as easy broke as they make forms. SCENE I.-A Room in the Prison.
Women !-Help heaven! men their creation

Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.

[frail; In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord For we are soft as our complexions are,

Angelo? And credulous to false prints.

Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Ang. I think it well:

But only hope: And from this testimony of your own sex,

I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Duke. Be absoluteş for death; either death, Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with

(life, I do arrest your words; Be that you are,

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing If you be one, (as you are

well express’d That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; That none but fools would keep: a breath thou

(Servile to all the skiey influences,) (art, By all external warrants,) show it now,

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, By putting on the destin'd livery.

Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool; Isah. I have no tongue butone: gentle my lord, For him thou labour'st by thy fight to shun, Let me entreat you speak the former language. And yet run'st toward him still : Thou art not Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

noble; Isub. My brother did love Juliei; and you tell For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, That he shall die for it.

[me, Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me


For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,
+ Agree to. 1 Conversation. * Hypocri«y.

+ Attestation. | Ignominy. | Associate. 1 Own. ** Impressions.




And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear’st Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, thyself;

And six or seven winters more respect For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains Than a perpetual honour. Dar’st thou die ? That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not; The sense of death is most in apprehension; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, And what thou hast, forget’st: Thou are not In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great certain;

As when a giant dies. For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,* Claud. Why give you me this shame? After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor; Think you I can a resolution fetch For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, From flowery tenderness?' If I must die, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none; And hug it in mine arms. For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, Isab. There spake my brother; there my The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

father's grave Do curse the gout, serpigo,t and the rheum, Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, Thou art too noble to conserve a life nor age;

In base appliances. This outward-sainted deBut, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

puty, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Whose settled visage and deliberate word Becomes as aged, and doth beg tbe alms Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew, Of palsied eld;t and when thou art old, and As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil; rich,

His filth within being cast, he would appear Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor A pond as deep as hell. beauty,

(this, Claud. The princely Angelo? To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in Isub. 0, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life The damned'st body to invest and cover Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we In princely guards !+ Dost thou think, Claudio, That makes these odds all even. [fear, If I would yield him my virginity, Claud. I humbly thank you.

Thou might'st be freed. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die:

Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be. And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this

rank offence, Enter ISABELLA.

So to offend him still': This night's the time Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good That I should do what I abhor to name, company!

Or else thou diest to-morrow. Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish de- Claud. Thou shalt not do't. serves a welcome.

Isub. O, were it but my life,
Duke. Dear Sir, ere long I'll visit you again. I'd thro down for your deliverance
Claud. Most holy Sir, I thank you.

s frankly as a pin.
Isab. My business is a word or two with Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel.

Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death toProv. And very welcome, Look, signior,

morrow. here's your sister.

Cland. Yes.-Has he affections in him, Duke. Provost, a word with you.

That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, Prov. As many as you please.

When he would force it? Sure it is no sin; Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be Or of the deadly seven it is the least. conceal’d,

Isab. Which is the least?
Yet hear them. (Exeunt Duke and Provost. Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise,

Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ? Why, would he for the momentary trick
Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good Be perdurablys fin’d?-O Isabel!
in deed:

Isab. What says my brother?
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,

Claud. Death is a fearful thing. Intends you for a swift ambassador,

Isab. And shamed life a hateful. Where you shall be an everlasting leiger: Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not Therefore your best appointments make with where; To-morrow you set on.

(speed ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot: Claud. Is there no remedy?

This sensible warm motion to become Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To cleave a heart in twain.

[head, To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside Claud. But is there any?

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbedi ice; Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;

To be imprison'd in the viewless) winds, There is a devilish mercy in the judge, And blown with restless violence round about If you'll implore it, that will free your life, The pendent world; or to be worse than worst But fetter you till death.

Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Claud. Perpetual durance?

Imagine howling !—'tis too horrible! Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, The weariest and most loathed worldly life, Though all the world's vastidityf you had, That age, ache, penury, and irá prisonment To a determin'd scope.

Can lay on nature, is a parad: se
Claud. But in what naturel

To what we fear of death.
Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Isal. Alas! alas!
Would bark your honour from that trunk you Claud. Sweet sister let me liye :
And leave you naked.

(bear, What sin you do to save a larother's life, Claud. Let me know the point.

Nature dispenses with the deed so far,

That it becomes a virtue. * Affects, affections.

+ Leprous eruptions.
Resident. || Preparation,

* Shut up.
+ Laced robes.

* Freely. Vastness of extent.


!! Invisible. !

1 Old age.

Isab. O, you beast!

Duke. That shall not be much amiss: Yet, as 0, faithless coward! 0, dishonest wretch ! the matter now stands, he will avoid your acWilt thou be made a man out of my vite? cusation; he made trial of you only.--ThereIs't not a kind of incest, to take life

fore, fasten your ear on my advisings; to the From thine own sister's shame? What should I love I have in doing good, a remedy presents think?

[fair! | itself. I do make myself believe, that you may Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady a For such a warped slip of wilderness*

merited benefit ; redeem your brother from the Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance :t angry law; do no stain to your own gracious Die ; perish! might but my bending down person; and much please the absent duke, if, Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed : peradventure, he shall ever return to have hearI pray a thousand prayers for thy death, ing of this business. No word to save thee.

Tsub. Let me hear you speak further; I have Claud. Nay, Hear me, Isabel.

spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in Isab. O, fie, fie, fie !

the truth of my spirit. Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade :

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana "Tis best that thou diest quickly. (Going. the sister of Frederick, the great soldier, who Claud. O hear me, Isabella.

miscarried at sea ?

Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good Re-enter Duke.

words went with her name. Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but Duke. Her should this Angelo have married ; one word.

was affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial Isab. What is your will ?

appointed : between which time of the contract, Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, and limit of the solemnity, her brother FredeI would by and by bave some speech with you : rick was wrecked at sea, having in that perish'd the satisfaction I would require, is likewise your vessel the dowry of his sister. But mark, how own benefit.

heavily this befel to the poor gentlewoman : Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay there she lost a noble and renowned brother, must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will in bis love toward her ever most kind and naattend you a while.

tural ; with him the portion and sinew of her Duke. [To CLAUDIO, aside.] Son, I have over- fortune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her heard what hath past between you and your combinate* husband, this well-seeming Angelo. sister. Angelo had never the purpose to cor- Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave rupt her; only he hath made an essay of her her? virtue, to practise his judgement with the dis- Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not position of natures: she, having the truth of one of them with his

comfort, swallowed his honour in her, hath made him that gracious de- vows whole, pretending, in her, discoveries nial which he is most glad to receive: I am of dishonour: 'in few, bestowedt her on her confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; own lamentation, which she yet wears for his therefore prepare yourself to death: Do not sake ; and he, a marble to her tears, is washed satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fal- with them, but relents not. lible: io-morrow you must die; go to your Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take knees, and make ready.

this poor maid from the world! What corrupClaud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am tion in this life, that it will let this man live so out of love with life, that I will sue to be But how out of this can she avail ? rid of it.

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily Duke. Holdź you there : Farewell.

heal: and the cure of it not only saves your [Exit. Claudio. brother, but keeps you from dishonour in doing

it. Re-enter Provost.

Isub. Show me how, good father. Provost, a word with you.

Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her Pror. What's your will, father?

the continuance of her first affection; his unDuke. That now you are come, you will be just unkindness, that in all reason should have gone : Leave me a while with the maid ; my quenched her love, hath, like an impediment mind promises with my habit, no loss shall in the current, made it more violent and unruly, touch her by my company.

Go you to Angelo ; answer his requiring with Prot. In good time. [E.rit Provost. a plausible obedience; agree with his demands

Duke. The hand that hath made you fair, to the point: only refert yourself to this adhath made you good : the goodness, that is vantage,-first, that your stay with him may cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in good- not be long; that the time may have all shadow ness; but grace, being the soul of your com- and silence in it; and the place answer to conplexion, should keep the body of it ever fair. venience : this being granted in course, now The assault, that Angelo hath made to you, follows all. We shall advise this wronged fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; maid to stead up your appointment, go in your and, but that frailty hath examples for his fall. place; if the encounter acknowledge itself ing, I should wonder at Angelo. How would hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense: you do to content this substitute, and to save and here, by this, is your brother saved, your your brother?

honour untainted, the poor Mariana advanIsab. I am now going to resolve him : I had taged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The rather my brother die by the law, than my son maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt. should be unlawfully born. But, how inuch If you think well to carry this as you may, the is the good duke deceived in Angelo! If ever doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit he return, and I can speak to him, I will open from reproof. What think you of it? my lips in vain, or discover his government. Isab. The image of it gives me content • Wildness. + Refusal. 1 An established babit.

+ Gave her up to her sorros Continue in that resolution


Have recourse to. Over-reached

* Betrothed.

my bail.

already; and, I trust, it will grow to a most | Is it sad, and few words? Or how? The tric! prosperous perfection.

of it? Duke. It lies much in your holding up: Duke. 'Still thus, and thus! still worse! Haste you speedily to Angelo; is for this night Lucio, How doth my dear morsel, thy mislie entreat you to his bed, give him promise of tress ? Procures she still? Ha? satisfaction. I will presently to St. Luke's; Clo. Troth, Sir, she hath eaten up all her there, at the moated grange, * resides this de beef, and she is herself in the tub.* jected Mariana: At that place call upon me; Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; and despatch with Angelo, that it may be it must be so : Ever your fresh whore, and your quickly.

powder'd bawd: An unshunn'd consequence; Isub. I thank you for this comfort: Fare you it must be so : Art going to prison, Pompey! well, good father.

[ Exeunt screrully. Clo. Yes, faith, Sir.

Lucio. Why 'tis not amiss, Pompey: Fare. SCENE 11.-The Street before the Prison. well: Go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Enter DUKE, as a Friur; to him Elbow, Clown, Pompey? Or how? und Officers.

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

Lucio. Well, then imprison him: If'imprisonElb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but

ment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: that you will needs buy and sell men and wo

Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; men like beasts, we shall have all the world bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey: Comdrink brown and white bastard.+

mend me to the prison, Pompey: You will turn Duke. (), heavens! what stuff is here?

good husband now, Pompey; you will keep Clo, 'Twas never merry world, since, of two the house.t ysuries, the merriest was put down, and the

Clo. I hope, Sir, your good worship will be worser allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep him warm ; and furr'd with fox and

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to inthan innocency, stands for the facing.

crease your bondage: if you take it not patient. Elb. Come your way, Sir:-Bless you, good ly, why, your mettle is the more : Adieu, trusty father friar.

Pompey: -Bless you, friar. Duke. And you, good brother father: What

Duke. And you. offence hath this man made you, Sir?

Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ell. Marry, Sir, he hath offended the law ; Ha? and, Sir, we take him to be a thief too, Sir; for we have found upon hint, Sir, a strange

Elb. Come your ways, Sir; come.

Clo. You will not bail me, then, Sir ? pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy.

Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.-What Duke. Fie, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd! The evil that thou causest to be done,

news :broad, friar? What news?

Elb, Come your ways, Sir; conie. That is thy means to live: Do thon but think

Lucio. Go,-lo kennel, Pompey, go: What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,

[Ereunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. From such a filthy vice: say to thyself, What news, friar, of the duke? From their abominable and beastly touches Duke. I know none: Can you tell me of any? I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.

Lucio. Some say, he is with the einperor of Canst thou believe thy living is a life,

Russia ; other some, he is in Rome: But where So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, yo, mend. is he, think you?

Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, Sir; Dúke. I know not where: But wheresoever, bnt yet, Sir, I would prove

I wish him well. Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proof's Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him,

(cer; to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, ofti- he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it Correction and instruction must both work, well in his absence; he puts transgression to't. Ere this rude beast will profit.

Duke. He does well in't. Elb. He must before the deputy, Sir; he has Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would given him warning: the deputy cannot abide do no harm in him: something too crabbed a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and that way, friar. comes before him, he were as good go a mile Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity on his errand.

must cure it. Duke. That we were all, as some would seem

Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a to be,

[free! great kindred; it is well allied : but it is im-. Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, possible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and Enter Lucio

drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo

was not made by man and woman, after the Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a downright way of creation: Is it true, think you? cord, ş Sir.

Duke. How should he be made then ? Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail: Here's a Lucio, Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd hin: gentleman, and a friend of mine.

-Some, that he was begot between two stockLuciw. How now, noble Pompey? What, at fishes :--But it is certain, that when he makes the heels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triuniph ? water, his urine is congeal'd ice; that I know What, is there none of Pygmalion's imagcs, to be true: and he is a motions ungenerative, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting that's infallible. the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd? Duke. You are pleasant, Sir; and speak apace. What reply? 'Ha? What say'st thou to this Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in tune, matter, and method? Is't not drown'd him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take i'the last rain? Ha? What say'st thou, trot? Is away the life of a man? Would the duke, that the world as it was, man? Which is the way? is absent, have done this ? 'Ere he would have A solitary farm house. + A street winc.

* Pondering tub. + Stay at home. 1 For a Sparish padlock. Ticu like your waist with a rope. * Fashion.

| Puppet.

for sin,

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