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That's I, an't like your grace.
That's he, indeed.
No, my good lord ;
I wish you now then ; 'Pray you, take note of it: and when
have A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then Be perfect.
Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Duke. It may be right: but you are in the wrong To speak before your
I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Pardon it; The phrase is to the matter.
Duke. Mended again : the matter ? Proceed.
This is most likely! Isa. O, that it were as like as it is true !
Duke. By heaven, fond 3 wretch, thou know'st not
what thou speak'st; Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, In hateful practice : First, his integrity, Stands without blemish; next, it imports no
And is this all ?
woe, As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
Duke. I know you'd fain be gone:- An officer To prison with her : Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so near us. This needs must be a practice. Who knew of your intent and coming hither ?
Isa. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Duke. A ghostly father, belike: – Who knows
that Lodowick? Lucio. My lord, I know him ; 'tis a meddling friar; I do not like the man : had he been lay, my lord, For certain words he spake against your grace In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly. Duke. Words against me! This' a good friar-be
like? And to set on this wretched woman here Against our substitute !- Let this friar be found.
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar I saw them at the prison; a saucy friar, A very scurvy fellow.
Blessed be your royal grace ! I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Your royal ear abused : First, hath this woman Most wrongfully accused your substitute : To justify this worthy nobleman, So vulgarly' and personally accused, Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes, Till she herself confess it. Duke.
Good friar, let's hear it.
[Exit Friar Peter. Take her hence awhile.
[Exeunt ISABELLA and two Apparitors. Give us some seats. [Gentlemen fetch two chairs. Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo ? O Heaven! the vanity of wretched fools ! Come, cousin Angelo; In this I'll be impartial ; be you judge Of your own cause. [The Duke and Angelo sit.
Enter MARIANA, veiled, and Friar Peter.
I will not show my face,
What, are you
married ? Mari. No, my
Neither, my lord.
Why, you Are nothing then:- Neither maid, widow, nor wife ?
Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Duke. Silence that fellow : I would he had some
No, my lord.
To prattle for himself.
Mari. My lord, I do confess, I ne'er was married; And, I confess, besides, I am no maid : I have known my husband; yet my husband knows
not That ever he knew me. Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord ? it can be
no better. Duke. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
Lucio. Well, my lord.
husband; And charges him, my lord, with such a time, When I'll depose I had him in mine arms.
Ang. Charges she more than me?
this woman? Lucio. Carnally, she says. Duke,
Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Enough, my lord.
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman; And, five years since, there was some speech of
marriage Betwixt myself and her: which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
[Kneels. As there comes light from heaven, and words from
[Rises. Ang. I did but smile till now; (ANGELO starts up. Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; My patience here is touch'd : I do perceive, These poor
Duke. Ay, with my heart ;
[The DUKE rises. Thou foolish friar, -and thou pernicious woman, Compact with her
that's gone, think'st thou thy oaths, Though they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies against his worth and credit, That's seal'd in approbation ; You, lord Escalus, Sit with my cousin ; lend him
your To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived. There is another friar, that set them on; Let him be sent for. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he
indeed, Hath set the women on to this complaint.
women are no more