The Project Gutenberg eBook of Measure for Measure, by William Shakespeare
Executive Director's Notes: In addition to the notes below,gift ideas with sewing kits for toddlers and so you will *NOT* think allthe spelling errors introduced by the printers of the time havebeen corrected, here are the first few lines of Hamlet, as theyare presented herein: Barnardo. Who's there? Bar. Long liue the King * * * * As I understand it, the printers often ran out of certain wordsor letters they had often packed into a "cliche". . .this is theoriginal meaning of the term cliche. . .and thus, being unwillingto unpack the cliches, and thus you will see some substitutionsthat look very odd. . .such as the exchanges of u for v, v for u,above. . .and you may wonder why they did it this way, presumingShakespeare did not actually write the play in this manner. . . . The answer is that they MAY have packed "liue" into a cliche at atime when they were out of "v"'s. . .possibly having used "vv" inplace of some "w"'s, etc. This was a common practice of the day,as print was still quite expensive, and they didn't want to spendmore on a wider selection of characters than they had to. You will find a lot of these kinds of "errors" in this text, as Ihave mentioned in other times and places, many "scholars" have anextreme attachment to these errors, and many have accorded them avery high place in the "canon" of Shakespeare. My father read anassortment of these made available to him by Cambridge Universityin England for several months in a glass room constructed for thepurpose. To the best of my knowledge he read ALL those available. . .in great detail. . .and determined from the various changes,that Shakespeare most likely did not write in nearly as many of avariety of errors we credit him for, even though he was in/famousfor signing his name with several different spellings. So, please take this into account when reading the comments belowmade by our volunteer who prepared this file: you may see errorsthat are "not" errors. . . . So. . .with this caveat. . .we have NOT changed the canon errors,here is the Project Gutenberg Etext of Shakespeare's play. Michael S. Hart * * * * Scanner's Notes: What this is and isn't. This was taken from a copy of The elongated S's have been changed to small s's and theconjoined ae have been changed to ae. I have left the spelling,punctuation, capitalization as close as possible to the printedtext. I have corrected some spelling mistakes (I have puttogether a spelling dictionary devised from the spellings ofthe Geneva Bible and Shakespeare's First Folio and have unifiedspellings according to this template), typo's and expandedabbreviations as I have come across them. Everything withinbrackets [] is what I have added. So if you don't like that youcan delete everything within the brackets if you want a purerShakespeare. Another thing that you should be aware of is that there aretextual differences between various copies of the first folio. Sothere may be differences (other than what I have mentioned above)between this and other first folio editions. This is due to theprinter's habit of setting the type and running off a number ofcopies and then proofing the printed copy and correcting the typeand then continuing the printing run. The proof run wasn't thrownaway but incorporated into the printed copies. This is just theway it is. The text I have used was a composite of more than 30different First Folio editions' best pages. David Reed ===================================================================== Measvre, For Measure Actus primus, Scena prima. Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords. Duke. Escalus Esc. My Lord Duk. Of Gouernment, the properties to vnfold, Enter Angelo. Duk. Looke where he comes Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will, Duke. Angelo: Ang. Now good my Lord Duk. No more euasion: Ang. Yet giue leaue (my Lord,) Duk. My haste may not admit it, Ang. The heauens giue safety to your purposes Esc. Lead forth, and bring you backe in happinesse. Enter. Duk. I thanke you, fare you well Esc. I shall desire you, Sir, to giue me leaue Ang. 'Tis so with me: Let vs withdraw together, Esc. Ile wait vpon your honor. Exeunt. Scena Secunda. Enter Lucio, and two other Gentlemen. Luc. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not tocomposition with the King of Hungary, why then all theDukes fall vpon the King 1.Gent. Heauen grant vs its peace, but not the Kingof Hungaries 2.Gent. Amen Luc. Thou conclud'st like the Sanctimonious Pirat,that went to sea with the ten Commandements, butscrap'd one out of the Table 2.Gent. Thou shalt not Steale? Luc. I, that he raz'd 1.Gent. Why? 'twas a commandement, to commandthe Captaine and all the rest from their functions: theyput forth to steale: There's not a Souldier of vs all, thatin the thanks-giuing before meate, do rallish the petitionwell, that praies for peace 2.Gent. I neuer heard any Souldier dislike it Luc. I beleeue thee: for I thinke thou neuer was'twhere Grace was said 2.Gent. No? a dozen times at least 1.Gent. What? In meeter? Luc. In any proportion: or in any language 1.Gent. I thinke, or in any Religion Luc. I, why not? Grace, is Grace, despight of all controuersie:as for example; Thou thy selfe art a wickedvillaine, despight of all Grace 1.Gent. Well: there went but a paire of sheeres betweene Luc. I grant: as there may betweene the Lists, and 1.Gent. And thou the Veluet; thou art good veluet;thou'rt a three pild-peece I warrant thee: I had as liefebe a Lyst of an English Kersey, as be pil'd, as thou artpil'd, for a French Veluet. Do I speake feelingly now? Luc. I thinke thou do'st: and indeed with most painfullfeeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine owne confession,learne to begin thy health; but, whilst I liue forgetto drinke after thee 1.Gen. I think I haue done my selfe wrong, haue I not? Enter Bawde. Luc. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes. 2.Gent. To three thousand Dollours a yeare 1.Gent. I, and more Luc. A French crowne more 1.Gent. Thou art alwayes figuring diseases in me; butthou art full of error, I am sound Luc. Nay, not (as one would say) healthy: but sosound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow;Impiety has made a feast of thee 1.Gent. How now, which of your hips has the most 2.Gent. Who's that I pray'thee? 1.Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested:saw him carried away: and which is more, within thesethree daies his head to be chop'd off Luc. But, after all this fooling, I would not haue it so: Luc. Beleeue me this may be: he promis'd to meeteme two howres since, and he was euer precise in promisekeeping 2.Gent. Besides you know, it drawes somthing neereto the speech we had to such a purpose 1.Gent. But most of all agreeing with the proclamatio[n] Luc. Away: let's goe learne the truth of it. Enter. Bawd. Thus, what with the war; what with the sweat,what with the gallowes, and what with pouerty, I amCustom-shrunke. How now? what's the newes withyou. Enter Clowne. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison Baw. Well: what has he done? Baw. But what's his offence? Baw. What? is there a maid with child by him? Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Citie? Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the Suburbs Bawd. Why heere's a change indeed in the Commonwealth:what shall become of me? Clow. Come: feare not you; good Counsellors lackeno Clients: though you change your place, you needenot change your Trade: Ile bee your Tapster still; courage,there will bee pitty taken on you; you that haueworne your eyes almost out in the seruice, you will beeconsidered Bawd. What's to doe heere, Thomas Tapster? let's Exeunt. Scena Tertia. Enter Prouost, Claudio, Iuliet, Officers, Lucio, & 2.Gent. Cla. Fellow, why do'st thou show me thus to th' world? Pro. I do it not in euill disposition, Clau. Thus can the demy-god (Authority) Luc. Why how now Claudio? whence comes this restraint Cla. From too much liberty, (my Lucio) Liberty Luc. If I could speake so wisely vnder an arrest, Iwould send for certaine of my Creditors: and yet, to saythe truth, I had as lief haue the foppery of freedome, asthe mortality of imprisonment: what's thy offence,Claudio? Cla. What (but to speake of) would offend againe Luc. What, is't murder? Luc. Lecherie? Pro. Away, Sir, you must goe Cla. One word, good friend: Luc. A hundred: Luc. With childe, perhaps? Luc. I warrant it is: And thy head stands so tickle onthy shoulders, that a milke-maid, if she be in loue, maysigh it off: Send after the Duke, and appeale to him Cla. I haue done so, but hee's not to be found. Luc. I pray shee may; aswell for the encouragementof the like, which else would stand vnder greeuous imposition:as for the enioying of thy life, who I would besorry should bee thus foolishly lost, at a game of ticketacke:Ile to her Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio Luc. Within two houres Cla. Come Officer, away. Exeunt. Scena Quarta. Enter Duke and Frier Thomas. Duk. No: holy Father, throw away that thought, Fri. May your Grace speake of it? Fri. Gladly, my Lord Duk. We haue strict Statutes, and most biting Laws, Fri. It rested in your Grace Duk. I doe feare: too dreadfull: Enter. Scena Quinta. Enter Isabell and Francisca a Nun. Isa. And haue you Nuns no farther priuiledges? Lucio within. Luc. Hoa? peace be in this place Isa. Who's that which cals? Isa. Peace and prosperitie: who is't that cals? Luc. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you; Isa. Woe me; for what? Isa. Sir, make me not your storie Luc. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin, Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus, Isa. Some one with childe by him? my cosen Iuliet? Luc. She it is Isa. Oh, let him marry her Luc. This is the point. Isa. Doth he so, Isa. Alas: what poore Luc. Assay the powre you haue Isa. My power? alas, I doubt Luc. Our doubts are traitors Isa. Ile see what I can doe Luc. But speedily Isa. I will about it strait; Luc. I take my leaue of you Isa. Good sir, adieu. Exeunt. Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima. Enter Angelo, Escalus, and seruants, Iustice. Ang. We must not make a scar-crow of the Law, Esc. I, but yet Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted (Escalus) Enter Prouost. Esc. Be it as your wisedome will Ang. Where is the Prouost? Ang. See that Claudio Esc. Well: heauen forgiue him; and forgiue vs all: Enter Elbow, Froth, Clowne, Officers. Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good peoplein a Common-weale, that doe nothing but vse theirabuses in common houses, I know no law: bring themaway Ang. How now Sir, what's your name? And what's Ang. Benefactors? Well: What Benefactors are they?Are they not Malefactors? Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well whatthey are: But precise villaines they are, that I am sure of,and void of all prophanation in the world, that goodChristians ought to haue Esc. This comes off well: here's a wise Officer Ang. Goe to: What quality are they of? Elbow is Ang. What are you Sir? Elb. He Sir: a Tapster Sir: parcell Baud: one thatserues a bad woman: whose house Sir was (as they say)pluckt downe in the Suborbs: and now shee professes ahot-house; which, I thinke is a very ill house too Esc. How know you that? Esc. How? thy wife? Esc. Do'st thou detest her therefore? Esc. How do'st thou know that, Constable? Esc. By the womans meanes? Clo. Sir, if it please your honor, this is not so Elb. Proue it before these varlets here, thou honorableman, proue it Esc. Doe you heare how he misplaces? Clo. Sir, she came in great with childe: and longing(sauing your honors reuerence) for stewd prewyns; sir,we had but two in the house, which at that very distanttime stood, as it were in a fruit dish (a dish of some threepence; your honours haue seene such dishes) they are notChina-dishes, but very good dishes Esc. Go too: go too: no matter for the dish sir Clo. No indeede sir not of a pin; you are therein inthe right: but, to the point: As I say, this Mistris Elbow,being (as I say) with childe, and being great bellied, andlonging (as I said) for prewyns: and hauing but two inthe dish (as I said) Master Froth here, this very man, hauingeaten the rest (as I said) & (as I say) paying for themvery honestly: for, as you know Master Froth, I could notgiue you three pence againe Fro. No indeede Clo. Very well: you being then (if you be remembred)cracking the stones of the foresaid prewyns Fro. I, so I did indeede Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then (if you beremembred) that such a one, and such a one, were pastcure of the thing you wot of, vnlesse they kept very gooddiet, as I told you Fro. All this is true Clo. Why very well then Esc. Come: you are a tedious foole: to the purpose:what was done to Elbowes wife, that hee hath cause tocomplaine of? Come me to what was done to her Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet Esc. No sir, nor I meane it not Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honoursleaue: And I beseech you, looke into Master Froth heresir, a man of foure-score pound a yeare; whose fatherdied at Hallowmas: Was't not at Hallowmas MasterFroth? Fro. Allhallond-Eue Clo. Why very well: I hope here be truthes: he Sir,sitting (as I say) in a lower chaire, Sir, 'twas in the bunchof Grapes, where indeede you haue a delight to sit, haueyou not? Fro. I haue so, because it is an open roome, and goodfor winter Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes Ang. This will last out a night in Russia Enter. Esc. I thinke no lesse: good morrow to your Lordship. Elb. I beseech you Sir, aske him what this man did to Clo. I beseech your honor, aske me Esc. Well sir, what did this Gentleman to her? Clo. Nay, I beseech you marke it well Esc. Well, I doe so Clo. Doth your honor see any harme in his face? Clo. Ile be supposd vpon a booke, his face is the worstthing about him: good then: if his face be the worstthing about him, how could Master Froth doe the Constableswife any harme? I would know that of yourhonour Esc. He's in the right (Constable) what say you to it? Clo. By this hand Sir, his wife is a more respected person Elb. Varlet, thou lyest; thou lyest wicked varlet: thetime is yet to come that shee was euer respected withman, woman, or childe Clo. Sir, she was respected with him, before he marriedwith her Esc. Which is the wiser here; Iustice or Iniquitie? Isthis true? Elb. O thou caytiffe: O thou varlet: O thou wickedHanniball; I respected with her, before I was marriedto her? If euer I was respected with her, or she with me,let not your worship thinke mee the poore Dukes Officer:proue this, thou wicked Hanniball, or ile hauemine action of battry on thee Esc. If he tooke you a box o'th' eare, you might haueyour action of slander too Elb. Marry I thanke your good worship for it: whatis't your Worships pleasure I shall doe with this wickedCaitiffe? Esc. Truly Officer, because he hath some offences inhim, that thou wouldst discouer, if thou couldst, let himcontinue in his courses, till thou knowst what they are Elb. Marry I thanke your worship for it: Thou seestthou wicked varlet now, what's come vpon thee. Thouart to continue now thou Varlet, thou art to continue Esc. Where were you borne, friend? Esc. Are you of fourescore pounds a yeere? Esc. So: what trade are you of, sir? Esc. Your Mistris name? Esc. Hath she had any more then one husband? Esc. Nine? come hether to me, Master Froth; MasterFroth, I would not haue you acquainted with Tapsters;they will draw you Master Froth, and you wil hang them:get you gon, and let me heare no more of you Fro. I thanke your worship: for mine owne part, Ineuer come into any roome in a Tap-house, but I amdrawne in Esc. Well: no more of it Master Froth: farewell: Esc. What else? Esc. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing aboutyou, so that in the beastliest sence, you are Pompey thegreat; Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey; howsoeueryou colour it in being a Tapster, are you not? come,tell me true, it shall be the better for you Clo. Truly sir, I am a poore fellow that would liue Esc. How would you liue Pompey? by being a bawd? Esc. But the Law will not allow it Pompey; nor it Clo. Do's your Worship meane to geld and splay all Clo. Truely Sir, in my poore opinion they will too'tthen: if your worship will take order for the drabs andthe knaues, you need not to feare the bawds Esc. There is pretty orders beginning I can tell you: Clo. If you head, and hang all that offend that waybut for ten yeare together; you'll be glad to giue out aCommission for more heads: if this law hold in Viennaten yeare, ile rent the fairest house in it after three pencea Bay: if you liue to see this come to passe, say Pompeytold you so Esc. Thanke you good Pompey; and in requitall ofyour prophesie, harke you: I aduise you let me not findeyou before me againe vpon any complaint whatsoeuer;no, not for dwelling where you doe: if I doe Pompey, Ishall beat you to your Tent, and proue a shrewd Cæsarto you: in plaine dealing Pompey, I shall haue you whipt;so for this time, Pompey, fare you well Clo. I thanke your Worship for your good counsell;but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall betterdetermine. Whip me? no, no, let Carman whip his Iade,The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. Enter. Esc. Come hether to me, Master Elbow: come hither Esc. I thought by the readinesse in the office, you had Elb. And a halfe sir Esc. Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they doyou wrong to put you so oft vpon't. Are there not menin your Ward sufficient to serue it? Elb. 'Faith sir, few of any wit in such matters: as theyare chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do itfor some peece of money, and goe through with all Esc. Looke you bring mee in the names of some sixe Elb. To your Worships house sir? Esc. I pray you home to dinner with me Iust. I humbly thanke you Esc. It grieues me for the death of Claudio Esc. It is but needfull. Exeunt. Scena Secunda. Enter Prouost, Seruant. Ser. Hee's hearing of a Cause; he will come straight, Pro. 'Pray you doe; Ile know Enter Angelo. Ang. Now, what's the matter Prouost? Ang. Goe to; let that be mine, Pro. I craue your Honours pardon: Ang. Dispose of her Ser. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Ang. Hath he a Sister? Ang. Well: let her be admitted, Enter Lucio and Isabella. Pro. 'Saue your Honour Ang. Stay a little while: y'are welcome: what's your will? Ang. Well: what's your suite Isab. There is a vice that most I doe abhorre, Ang. Well: the matter? Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces Ang. Condemne the fault, and not the actor of it, Isab. Oh iust, but seuere Law: Luc. Giue't not ore so: to him againe, entreat him, Isab. Must he needs die? Isab. Yes: I doe thinke that you might pardon him, Ang. I will not doe't Isab. But can you if you would? Isab. But might you doe't & do the world no wrong Luc. You are too cold Isab. Too late? why no: I that doe speak a word Ang. Pray you be gone Isab. I would to heauen I had your potencie, Luc. I, touch him: there's the veine Ang. Your Brother is a forfeit of the Law, Isab. Alas, alas: Ang. Be you content, (faire Maid) Isab. To morrow? oh, that's sodaine, Luc. I, well said Ang. The Law hath not bin dead, thogh it hath slept Isab. Yet shew some pittie Ang. I shew it most of all, when I show Iustice; Isab. So you must be y first that giues this sentence, Luc. That's well said Isab. Could great men thunder Luc. Oh, to him, to him wench: he will relent, Pro. Pray heauen she win him Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our selfe, Luc. Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that Isab. That in the Captaine's but a chollericke word, Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't Ang. Why doe you put these sayings vpon me? Ang. Shee speakes, and 'tis such sence Isab. Gentle my Lord, turne backe Ang. I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow Isa. Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back Ang. How? bribe me? Luc. You had mar'd all else Isab. Not with fond Sickles of the tested-gold, Ang. Well: come to me to morrow Luc. Goe to: 'tis well; away Isab. Heauen keepe your honour safe Ang. Amen. Isab. At what hower to morrow, Isab. 'Saue your Honour Ang. From thee: euen from thy vertue. Enter. Scena Tertia. Enter Duke and Prouost. Duke. Haile to you, Prouost, so I thinke you are Pro. I am the Prouost: whats your will, good Frier? Pro. I would do more then that, if more were needfull Enter Iuliet. Looke here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine, Duk. When must he dye? Duk. Repent you (faire one) of the sin you carry? Du. Ile teach you how you shal araign your conscie[n]ce Iul. Ile gladly learne Duk. Loue you the man that wrong'd you? Duk. So then it seemes your most offence full act Iul. Mutually Duk. Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his Iul. I doe confesse it, and repent it (Father.) Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill, Duke. There rest: Enter. Iul. Must die to morrow? oh iniurious Loue Pro. 'Tis pitty of him. Exeunt. Scena Quarta. Enter Angelo. An. When I would pray, & think, I thinke, and pray Enter Seruant. Ser. One Isabell, a Sister, desires accesse to you Ang. Teach her the way: oh, heauens Enter Isabella. Isab. I am come to know your pleasure An. That you might know it, wold much better please me, Isab. Euen so: heauen keepe your Honor Ang. Yet may he liue a while: and it may be Isab. Vnder your Sentence? Isab. When, I beseech you: that in his Reprieue Ang. Ha? fie, these filthy vices: It were as good Isab. 'Tis set downe so in heauen, but not in earth Ang. Say you so: then I shall poze you quickly. Ang. I talke not of your soule: our compel'd sins Isab. How say you? Ang. Pleas'd you to doo't, at perill of your soule Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sinne Ang. Nay, but heare me, Isab. Let be ignorant, and in nothing good, Ang. Thus wisdome wishes to appeare most bright, Isab. So Ang. And his offence is so, as it appeares, Isab. True Ang. Admit no other way to saue his life Ang. Then must your brother die Isa. And 'twer the cheaper way: Ang. Were not you then as cruell as the Sentence, Ang. You seem'd of late to make the Law a tirant, Isa. Oh pardon me my Lord, it oft fals out Ang. We are all fraile Isa. Else let my brother die, Ang. Nay, women are fraile too Isa. I, as the glasses where they view themselues, Ang. I thinke it well: Isa. I haue no tongue but one; gentle my Lord, Ang. Plainlie conceiue I loue you Isa. My brother did loue Iuliet, Ang. He shall not Isabell if you giue me loue Isa. I know your vertue hath a licence in't, Ang. Beleeue me on mine Honor, Isa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd, Ang. Who will beleeue thee Isabell? Exit Isa. To whom should I complaine? Did I tell this, Enter. Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. Enter Duke, Claudio, and Prouost. Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo? Duke. Be absolute for death: either death or life Cla. I humblie thanke you. Enter Isabella. Isab. What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good companie Pro. Who's there? Come in, the wish deserues awelcome Duke. Deere sir, ere long Ile visit you againe Cla. Most holie Sir, I thanke you Isa. My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's yoursister Duke. Prouost, a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke. Bring them to heare me speak, where I may be Cla. Now sister, what's the comfort? Clau. Is there no remedie? Cla. Perpetuall durance? Clau. But in what nature? Clau. Let me know the point Isa. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake, Cla. Why giue you me this shame? Isa. There spake my brother: there my fathers graue Cla. The prenzie, Angelo? Isa. Yes, he would giu't thee; from this rank offence Clau. Thou shalt not do't Isa. O, were it but my life, Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa. Be readie Claudio, for your death to morrow Clau. Yes. Has he affections in him, Isa. Which is the least? Isa. What saies my brother? Isa. And shamed life, a hatefull Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where, Isa. Alas, alas Cla. Sweet Sister, let me liue. Isa. Oh you beast, Cla. Nay heare me Isabell Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie: Cla. Oh heare me Isabella Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word Isa. What is your Will Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure, I wouldby and by haue some speech with you: the satisfaction Iwould require, is likewise your owne benefit Isa. I haue no superfluous leysure, my stay must bestolen out of other affaires: but I will attend you a while Duke. Son, I haue ouer-heard what hath past betweenyou & your sister. Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupther; onely he hath made an assay of her vertue, topractise his iudgement with the disposition of natures.She (hauing the truth of honour in her) hath made himthat gracious deniall, which he is most glad to receiue: Iam Confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true, therforeprepare your selfe to death: do not satisfie your resolutionwith hopes that are fallible, to morrow youmust die, goe to your knees, and make ready Cla. Let me ask my sister pardon, I am so out of loue Duke. Hold you there: farewell: Prouost, a word Pro. What's your will (father?) Pro. In good time. Enter. Duk. The hand that hath made you faire, hath madeyou good: the goodnes that is cheape in beauty, makesbeauty briefe in goodnes; but grace being the soule ofyour complexion, shall keepe the body of it euer faire:the assault that Angelo hath made to you, Fortune hathconuaid to my vnderstanding; and but that frailty hathexamples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo: howwill you doe to content this Substitute, and to saue yourBrother? Isab. I am now going to resolue him: I had rathermy brother die by the Law, then my sonne should be vnlawfullieborne. But (oh) how much is the good Dukedeceiu'd in Angelo: if euer he returne, and I can speaketo him, I will open my lips in vaine, or discouer his gouernment Duke. That shall not be much amisse: yet, as the matternow stands, he will auoid your accusation: he madetriall of you onelie. Therefore fasten your eare on myaduisings, to the loue I haue in doing good; a remediepresents it selfe. I doe make my selfe beleeue that youmay most vprighteously do a poor wronged Lady a meritedbenefit; redeem your brother from the angry Law;doe no staine to your owne gracious person, and muchplease the absent Duke, if peraduenture he shall euer returneto haue hearing of this businesse Isab. Let me heare you speake farther; I haue spirit todo any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of myspirit Duke. Vertue is bold, and goodnes neuer fearefull:Haue you not heard speake of Mariana the sister of Frederickethe great Souldier, who miscarried at Sea? Isa. I haue heard of the Lady, and good words wentwith her name Duke. Shee should this Angelo haue married: was affiancedto her oath, and the nuptiall appointed: betweenwhich time of the contract, and limit of the solemnitie,her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea, hauing in thatperished vessell, the dowry of his sister: but marke howheauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman, there shelost a noble and renowned brother, in his loue towardher, euer most kinde and naturall: with him the portionand sinew of her fortune, her marriage dowry: withboth, her combynate-husband, this well-seemingAngelo Isab. Can this be so? did Angelo so leaue her? Duke. Left her in her teares, & dried not one of themwith his comfort: swallowed his vowes whole, pretendingin her, discoueries of dishonor: in few, bestow'dher on her owne lamentation, which she yet weares forhis sake: and he, a marble to her teares, is washed withthem, but relents not Isab. What a merit were it in death to take this pooremaid from the world? what corruption in this life, thatit will let this man liue? But how out of this can shee auaile? Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heale: and thecure of it not onely saues your brother, but keepes youfrom dishonor in doing it Isab. Shew me how (good Father.) Duk. This fore-named Maid hath yet in her the continuanceof her first affection: his vniust vnkindenesse(that in all reason should haue quenched her loue) hath(like an impediment in the Current) made it more violentand vnruly: Goe you to Angelo, answere his requiringwith a plausible obedience, agree with his demandsto the point: onely referre your selfe to this aduantage;first, that your stay with him may not be long: that thetime may haue all shadow, and silence in it: and the placeanswere to conuenience: this being granted in course,and now followes all: wee shall aduise this wrongedmaid to steed vp your appointment, goe in your place:if the encounter acknowledge it selfe heereafter, it maycompell him to her recompence; and heere, by this isyour brother saued, your honor vntainted, the pooreMariana aduantaged, and the corrupt Deputy scaled.The Maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt: ifyou thinke well to carry this as you may, the doublenesof the benefit defends the deceit from reproofe. Whatthinke you of it? Isab. The image of it giues me content already, and Itrust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection Duk. It lies much in your holding vp: haste you speedilyto Angelo, if for this night he intreat you to his bed,giue him promise of satisfaction: I will presently to S[aint].Lukes, there at the moated-Grange recides this deiectedMariana; at that place call vpon me, and dispatchwith Angelo, that it may be quickly Isab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well goodfather. Enter. Enter Elbow, Clowne, Officers. Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that youwill needes buy and sell men and women like beasts, weshall haue all the world drinke browne & white bastard Duk. Oh heauens, what stuffe is heere Clow. Twas neuer merry world since of two vsuriesthe merriest was put downe, and the worser allow'd byorder of Law; a fur'd gowne to keepe him warme; andfurd with Foxe and Lamb-skins too, to signifie, that craftbeing richer then Innocency, stands for the facing Elb. Come your way sir: 'blesse you good Father Duk. And you good Brother Father; what offencehath this man made you, Sir? Elb. Marry Sir, he hath offended the Law; and Sir,we take him to be a Theefe too Sir: for wee haue foundvpon him Sir, a strange Pick-lock, which we haue sentto the Deputie Duke. Fie, sirrah, a Bawd, a wicked bawd, Clo. Indeed, it do's stinke in some sort, Sir: Duke. Nay, if the diuell haue giuen thee proofs for sin Elb. He must before the Deputy Sir, he ha's giuenhim warning: the Deputy cannot abide a Whore-master:if he be a Whore-monger, and comes before him,he were as good go a mile on his errand Duke. That we were all, as some would seeme to bee Enter Lucio. Elb. His necke will come to your wast, a Cord sir Clo. I spy comfort, I cry baile: Here's a Gentleman,and a friend of mine Luc. How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheelsof Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What is there noneof Pigmalions Images newly made woman to bee hadnow, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extractingclutch'd? What reply? Ha? What saist thou to thisTune, Matter, and Method? Is't not drown'd i'th lastraine? Ha? What saist thou Trot? Is the world as it wasMan? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words?Or how? The tricke of it? Duke. Still thus, and thus: still worse? Luc. How doth my deere Morsell, thy Mistris? Procuresshe still? Ha? Clo. Troth sir, shee hath eaten vp all her beefe, andshe is her selfe in the tub Luc. Why 'tis good: It is the right of it: it must beso. Euer your fresh Whore, and your pouder'd Baud, anvnshun'd consequence, it must be so. Art going to prisonPompey? Clo. Yes faith sir Luc. Why 'tis not amisse Pompey: farewell: goe say Luc. Well, then imprison him: If imprisonment bethe due of a baud, why 'tis his right. Baud is he doubtlesse,and of antiquity too: Baud borne. Farwell goodPompey: Commend me to the prison Pompey, you willturne good husband now Pompey, you will keepe thehouse Clo. I hope Sir, your good Worship wil be my baile? Duke. And you Luc. Do's Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? Clo. You will not baile me then Sir? Luc. Goe to kennell (Pompey) goe: Luc. It was a mad fantasticall tricke of him to stealefrom the State, and vsurpe the beggerie hee was neuerborne to: Lord Angelo Dukes it well in his absence: heputs transgression too't Duke. He do's well in't Luc. A little more lenitie to Lecherie would doe noharme in him: Something too crabbed that way, Frier Duk. It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it Luc. Yes in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred;it is well allied, but it is impossible to extirpe it quite,Frier, till eating and drinking be put downe. They saythis Angelo was not made by Man and Woman, afterthis downe-right way of Creation: is it true, thinkeyou? Duke. How should he be made then? Luc. Some report, a Sea-maid spawn'd him. Some,that he was begot betweene two Stock-fishes. But itis certaine, that when he makes water, his Vrine is congeal'dice, that I know to bee true: and he is a motiongeneratiue, that's infallible Duke. You are pleasant sir, and speake apace Luc. Why, what a ruthlesse thing is this in him, forthe rebellion of a Cod-peece, to take away the life of aman? Would the Duke that is absent haue done this?Ere he would haue hang'd a man for the getting a hundredBastards, he would haue paide for the Nursing athousand. He had some feeling of the sport, hee knewthe seruice, and that instructed him to mercie Duke. I neuer heard the absent Duke much detectedfor Women, he was not enclin'd that way Luc. Oh Sir, you are deceiu'd Duke. 'Tis not possible Luc. Who, not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of fifty:and his vse was, to put a ducket in her Clack-dish; theDuke had Crochets in him. Hee would be drunke too,that let me informe you Duke. You do him wrong, surely Luc. Sir, I was an inward of his: a shie fellow wasthe Duke, and I beleeue I know the cause of his withdrawing Duke. What (I prethee) might be the cause? Luc. No, pardon: 'Tis a secret must bee lockt withinthe teeth and the lippes: but this I can let you vnderstand,the greater file of the subiect held the Duke to bewise Duke. Wise? Why no question but he was Luc. A very superficiall, ignorant, vnweighing fellow Duke. Either this is Enuie in you, Folly, or mistaking:The very streame of his life, and the businesse hehath helmed, must vppon a warranted neede, giue hima better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied inhis owne bringings forth, and hee shall appeare to theenuious, a Scholler, a Statesman, and a Soldier: thereforeyou speake vnskilfully: or, if your knowledge beemore, it is much darkned in your malice Luc. Sir, I know him, and I loue him Duke. Loue talkes with better knowledge, & knowledgewith deare loue Luc. Come Sir, I know what I know Duke. I can hardly beleeue that, since you know notwhat you speake. But if euer the Duke returne (as ourpraiers are he may) let mee desire you to make your answerbefore him: if it bee honest you haue spoke, youhaue courage to maintaine it; I am bound to call vpponyou, and I pray you your name? Luc. Sir my name is Lucio, wel known to the Duke Duke. He shall know you better Sir, if I may liue toreport you Luc. I feare you not Duke. O, you hope the Duke will returne no more:or you imagine me to vnhurtfull an opposite: but indeedI can doe you little harme: You'll for-sweare this againe? Luc. Ile be hang'd first: Thou art deceiu'd in meeFriar. But no more of this: Canst thou tell if Claudiodie to morrow, or no? Duke. Why should he die Sir? Luc. Why? For filling a bottle with a Tunne-dish:I would the Duke we talke of were return'd againe: thisvngenitur'd Agent will vn-people the Prouince withContinencie. Sparrowes must not build in his house-eeues,because they are lecherous: The Duke yet wouldhaue darke deeds darkelie answered, hee would neuerbring them to light: would hee were return'd. Marriethis Claudio is condemned for vntrussing. Farwell goodFriar, I prethee pray for me: The Duke (I say to theeagaine) would eate Mutton on Fridaies. He's now pastit, yet (and I say to thee) hee would mouth with a beggar,though she smelt browne-bread and Garlicke: saythat I said so: Farewell. Enter. Duke. No might, nor greatnesse in mortality Enter Escalus, Prouost, and Bawd. Esc. Go, away with her to prison Bawd. Good my Lord be good to mee, your Honoris accounted a mercifull man: good my Lord Esc. Double, and trebble admonition, and still forfeitein the same kinde? This would make mercy sweareand play the Tirant Pro. A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance, may itplease your Honor Bawd. My Lord, this is one Lucio's information againstme, Mistris Kate Keepe-downe was with childe byhim in the Dukes time, he promis'd her marriage: hisChilde is a yeere and a quarter olde come Philip and Iacob:I haue kept it my selfe; and see how hee goes aboutto abuse me Esc. That fellow is a fellow of much License: Lethim be call'd before vs, Away with her to prison: Goetoo, no more words. Prouost, my Brother Angelo willnot be alter'd, Claudio must die to morrow: Let him befurnish'd with Diuines, and haue all charitable preparation.If my brother wrought by my pitie, it should notbe so with him Pro. So please you, this Friar hath beene with him,and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death Esc. Good' euen, good Father Duke. Blisse, and goodnesse on you Esc. Of whence are you? Esc. What newes abroad i'th World? Duke. None, but that there is so great a Feauor ongoodnesse, that the dissolution of it must cure it. Noueltieis onely in request, and as it is as dangerous to beaged in any kinde of course, as it is vertuous to be constantin any vndertaking. There is scarse truth enoughaliue to make Societies secure, but Securitie enough tomake Fellowships accurst: Much vpon this riddle runsthe wisedome of the world: This newes is old enough,yet it is euerie daies newes. I pray you Sir, of what dispositionwas the Duke? Esc. One, that aboue all other strifes,Contended especially to know himselfe Duke. What pleasure was he giuen to? Esc. Rather reioycing to see another merry, thenmerrie at anie thing which profest to make him reioice.A Gentleman of all temperance. But leaue wee him tohis euents, with a praier they may proue prosperous, &let me desire to know, how you finde Claudio prepar'd?I am made to vnderstand, that you haue lent him visitation Duke. He professes to haue receiued no sinister measurefrom his Iudge, but most willingly humbles himselfeto the determination of Iustice: yet had he framedto himselfe (by the instruction of his frailty) manie deceyuingpromises of life, which I (by my good leisure)haue discredited to him, and now is he resolu'd to die Esc. You haue paid the heauens your Function, andthe prisoner the verie debt of your Calling. I haue labour'dfor the poore Gentleman, to the extremest shoreof my modestie, but my brother-Iustice haue I found soseuere, that he hath forc'd me to tell him, hee is indeedeIustice Duke. If his owne life, Esc I am going to visit the prisoner, Fare you well Duke. Peace be with you. Exit Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima. Enter Mariana, and Boy singing. Song. Take, oh take those lips away,that so sweetly were forsworne,And those eyes: the breake of daylights that doe mislead the Morne;But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,Seales of loue, but seal'd in vaine, seal'd in vaine. Enter Duke. Mar. Breake off thy song, and haste thee quick away, Duk. 'Tis good; though Musick oft hath such a charmeTo make bad, good; and good prouoake to harme.I pray you tell me, hath any body enquir'd for mee hereto day; much vpon this time haue I promis'd here tomeete Mar. You haue not bin enquir'd after: I haue sathere all day. Enter Isabell. Duk. I doe constantly beleeue you: the time is comeeuen now. I shall craue your forbearance a little, may beI will call vpon you anone for some aduantage to yourselfe Mar. I am alwayes bound to you. Enter. Duk. Very well met, and well come: Duk. But shall you on your knowledge find this way? Duk. Are there no other tokens Duk. 'Tis well borne vp. Enter Mariana. A word of this: what hoa, within; come forth, Isab. I doe desire the like Duk. Do you perswade your selfe that I respect you? Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand Mar. Wilt please you walke aside. Enter. Duke. Oh Place, and greatnes: millions of false eies Enter Mariana and Isabella. Isab. Shee'll take the enterprize vpon her father, Duke. It is not my consent, Isa. Little haue you to say Mar. Feare me not Duk. Nor gentle daughter, feare you not at all: Exeunt. Scena Secunda. Enter Prouost and Clowne. Pro. Come hither sirha; can you cut off a mans head? Pro. Come sir, leaue me your snatches, and yeeld meea direct answere. To morrow morning are to die Claudioand Barnardine: heere is in our prison a common executioner,who in his office lacks a helper, if you will takeit on you to assist him, it shall redeeme you from yourGyues: if not, you shall haue your full time of imprisonment,and your deliuerance with an vnpittied whipping;for you haue beene a notorious bawd Clo. Sir, I haue beene an vnlawfull bawd, time out ofminde, but yet I will bee content to be a lawfull hangman:I would bee glad to receiue some instruction frommy fellow partner Pro. What hoa, Abhorson: where's Abhorson there? Enter Abhorson. Abh. Doe you call sir? Pro. Sirha, here's a fellow will helpe you to morrowin your execution: if you thinke it meet, compound withhim by the yeere, and let him abide here with you, if not,vse him for the present, and dismisse him, hee cannotplead his estimation with you: he hath beene a Bawd Abh. A Bawd Sir? fie vpon him, he will discredit our Pro. Goe too Sir, you waigh equallie: a feather will Enter. Clo. Pray sir, by your good fauor: for surely sir, a Clo. Painting Sir, I haue heard say, is a Misterie; andyour Whores sir, being members of my occupation, vsingpainting, do proue my Occupation, a Misterie: butwhat Misterie there should be in hanging, if I shouldbe hang'd, I cannot imagine Abh. Sir, it is a Misterie Clo. Proofe Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe Clo. If it be too little for your theefe, your true manthinkes it bigge enough. If it bee too bigge for yourTheefe, your Theefe thinkes it little enough: So euerietrue mans apparrell fits your Theefe.Enter Prouost. Pro. Are you agreed? Pro. You sirrah, prouide your blocke and your Axe Abh. Come on (Bawd) I will instruct thee in my Clo. I do desire to learne sir: and I hope, if you haueoccasion to vse me for your owne turne, you shall findeme y'are. For truly sir, for your kindnesse, I owe you agood turne. Exit Pro. Call hether Barnardine and Claudio: Enter Claudio. Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death, Pro. Who can do good on him? Enter Duke. Duke. The best, and wholsomst spirits of the night, Duke. Not Isabell? Duke. They will then er't be long Pro. What comfort is for Claudio? Pro. It is a bitter Deputie Duke. Not so, not so: his life is paralel'd Pro. There he must stay vntil the Officer Duke. Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet? Duke. As neere the dawning Prouost, as it is, Pro. Happely Enter a Messenger. Duke. This is his Lords man Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note, Pro. I shall obey him Duke. This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin, Duk. Pray you let's heare. The Letter. Whatsoeuer you may heare to the contrary, let Claudio be executed Duke. How came it, that the absent Duke had noteither deliuer'd him to his libertie, or executed him? Ihaue heard it was euer his manner to do so Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him: Duke. It is now apparant? Duke. Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison?How seemes he to be touch'd? Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully,but as a drunken sleepe, carelesse, wreaklesse, andfearelesse of what's past, present, or to come: insensibleof mortality, and desperately mortall Duke. He wants aduice Pro. He wil heare none: he hath euermore had the libertyof the prison: giue him leaue to escape hence, heewould not. Drunke many times a day, if not many daiesentirely drunke. We haue verie oft awak'd him, as if tocarrie him to execution, and shew'd him a seeming warrantfor it, it hath not moued him at all Duke. More of him anon: There is written in yourbrow Prouost, honesty and constancie; if I reade it nottruly, my ancient skill beguiles me: but in the boldnesof my cunning, I will lay my selfe in hazard: Claudio,whom heere you haue warrant to execute, is no greaterforfeit to the Law, then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him.To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect, Icraue but foure daies respit: for the which, you are todo me both a present, and a dangerous courtesie Pro. Pray Sir, in what? Pro. Alacke, how may I do it? Hauing the houre limited,and an expresse command, vnder penaltie, to deliuerhis head in the view of Angelo? I may make mycase as Claudio's, to crosse this in the smallest Duke. By the vow of mine Order, I warrant you, Pro. Angelo hath seene them both, Duke. Oh, death's a great disguiser, and you mayadde to it; Shaue the head, and tie the beard, and say itwas the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before hisdeath: you know the course is common. If any thingfall to you vpon this, more then thankes and good fortune,by the Saint whom I professe, I will plead againstit with my life Pro. Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath Duke. Were you sworne to the Duke, or to the Deputie? Duke. You will thinke you haue made no offence, ifthe Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing? Pro. But what likelihood is in that? Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty; yet sinceI see you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity, norperswasion, can with ease attempt you, I wil go furtherthen I meant, to plucke all feares out of you. Lookeyou Sir, heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke: youknow the Charracter I doubt not, and the Signet is notstrange to you? Pro. I know them both Duke. The Contents of this, is the returne of theDuke; you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure:where you shall finde within these two daies, he wil beheere. This is a thing that Angelo knowes not, for heethis very day receiues letters of strange tenor, perchanceof the Dukes death, perchance entering into some Monasterie,but by chance nothing of what is writ. Looke,th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard; put notyour selfe into amazement, how these things should be;all difficulties are but easie when they are knowne. Callyour executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I willgiue him a present shrift, and aduise him for a betterplace. Yet you are amaz'd, but this shall absolutely resolueyou: Come away, it is almost cleere dawne. Enter. Scena Tertia. Enter Clowne. Clo. I am as well acquainted heere, as I was in ourhouse of profession: one would thinke it were MistrisOuerdons owne house, for heere be manie of her oldeCustomers. First, here's yong Mr Rash, hee's in for acommoditie of browne paper, and olde Ginger, ninescore and seuenteene pounds, of which hee made fiueMarkes readie money: marrie then, Ginger was notmuch in request, for the olde Women were all dead.Then is there heere one Mr Caper, at the suite of MasterThree-Pile the Mercer, for some foure suites of Peachcolour'dSatten, which now peaches him a beggar.Then haue we heere, yong Dizie, and yong Mr Deepevow,and Mr Copperspurre, and Mr Starue-Lackey the Rapierand dagger man, and yong Drop-heire that kild lustiePudding, and Mr Forthlight the Tilter, and braue MrShootie the great Traueller, and wilde Halfe-Canne thatstabb'd Pots, and I thinke fortie more, all great doers inour Trade, and are now for the Lords sake. Enter Abhorson. Abh. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether Clo. Mr Barnardine, you must rise and be hang'd, Abh. What hoa Barnardine. Barnardine within. Bar. A pox o'your throats: who makes that noyse Bar. Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepie Abh. Tell him he must awake, Clo. Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, Ab. Go in to him, and fetch him out Clo. He is comming Sir, he is comming: I heare his Enter Barnardine. Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke, sirrah? Bar. How now Abhorson? Bar. You Rogue, I haue bin drinking all night, Clo. Oh, the better Sir: for he that drinkes all night,and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleepe thesounder all the next day. Enter Duke. Abh. Looke you Sir, heere comes your ghostly Father:do we iest now thinke you? Duke. Sir, induced by my charitie, and hearing howhastily you are to depart, I am come to aduise you,Comfort you, and pray with you Bar. Friar, not I: I haue bin drinking hard all night,and I will haue more time to prepare mee, or they shallbeat out my braines with billets: I will not consent todie this day, that's certaine Duke. Oh sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion Duke. But heare you: Exit Enter Prouost. Duke. Vnfit to liue, or die: oh grauell heart. Pro. Now Sir, how do you finde the prisoner? Pro. Heere in the prison, Father, Pro. This shall be done (good Father) presently: Pro. I am your free dependant. Enter. Duke. Quicke, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo Enter Prouost. Pro. Heere is the head, Ile carrie it my selfe Duke. Conuenient is it: Make a swift returne, Pro. Ile make all speede. Exit Isabell within. Isa. Peace hoa, be heere Duke. The tongue of Isabell. She's come to know, Enter Isabella. Isa. Hoa, by your leaue Duke. Good morning to you, faire, and gracious Isa. The better giuen me by so holy a man, Isa. Nay, but it is not so Duke. It is no other, Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight Isa. Vnhappie Claudio, wretched Isabell, Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a iot, Isa. I am directed by you Duk. This Letter then to Friar Peter giue, Enter Lucio. Luc. Good' euen; Luc. Oh prettie Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, tosee thine eyes so red: thou must be patient; I am faineto dine and sup with water and bran: I dare not for myhead fill my belly. One fruitful Meale would set meetoo't: but they say the Duke will be heere to Morrow.By my troth Isabell I lou'd thy brother, if the olde fantasticalDuke of darke corners had bene at home, he hadliued Duke. Sir, the Duke is marueilous little beholding Luc. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so wel as I Duke. Well: you'l answer this one day. Fare ye well Luc. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee, Duke. You haue told me too many of him already sir Lucio. I was once before him for getting a Wench Duke. Did you such a thing? Duke. Sir your company is fairer then honest, rest you Lucio. By my troth Ile go with thee to the lanes end:if baudy talke offend you, wee'l haue very litle of it: nayFriar, I am a kind of Burre, I shal sticke. Exeunt. Scena Quarta. Enter Angelo & Escalus. Esc. Euery Letter he hath writ, hath disuouch'd other An. In most vneuen and distracted manner, his actionsshow much like to madnesse, pray heauen his wisedomebee not tainted: and why meet him at the gates and deliuerour authorities there? Esc. I ghesse not Ang. And why should wee proclaime it in an howrebefore his entring, that if any craue redresse of iniustice,they should exhibit their petitions in the street? Esc. He showes his reason for that: to haue a dispatchof Complaints, and to deliuer vs from deuices heereafter,which shall then haue no power to stand againstvs Ang. Well: I beseech you let it bee proclaim'd betimesi'th' morne, Ile call you at your house: giue noticeto such men of sort and suite as are to meete him Esc. I shall sir: fareyouwell. Enter. Ang. Good night. Enter. Scena Quinta. Enter Duke and Frier Peter. Duke. These Letters at fit time deliuer me, Peter. It shall be speeded well. Enter Varrius. Duke. I thank thee Varrius, thou hast made good hast, Exeunt. Scena Sexta. Enter Isabella and Mariana. Isab. To speake so indirectly I am loath, Mar. Be rul'd by him Isab. Besides he tells me, that if peraduenture Enter Peter. Mar. I would Frier Peter Peter. Come I haue found you out a stand most fit, Exeunt. Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima. Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Esculus, Lucio, Citizens atseueralldoores. Duk. My very worthy Cosen, fairely met, Ang. Esc. Happy returne be to your royall grace Duk. Many and harty thankings to you both: Ang. You make my bonds still greater Duk. Oh your desert speaks loud, & I should wrong it Enter Peter and Isabella. Peter. Now is your time Isab. Iustice, O royall Duke, vaile your regard Duk. Relate your wrongs; Isab. Oh worthy Duke, Ang. My Lord, her wits I feare me are not firme: Isab. By course of Iustice Ang. And she will speake most bitterly, and strange Isab. Most strange: but yet most truely wil I speake, Duke. Away with her: poore soule Isa. Oh Prince, I coniure thee, as thou beleeu'st Duke. By mine honesty Isab. Oh gracious Duke Duk. Many that are not mad Luc. That's I, and't like your Grace: Isab. That's he indeede Duk. You were not bid to speake Luc. No, my good Lord, Duk. I wish you now then, Luc. I warrant your honor Duk. The warrant's for your selfe: take heede to't Isab. This Gentleman told somewhat of my Tale Luc. Right Duk. It may be right, but you are i'the wrong Duk. That's somewhat madly spoken Isab. Pardon it, Duke. Mended againe: the matter: proceed Isab. In briefe, to set the needlesse processe by: Duke. This is most likely Isab. Oh that it were as like as it is true Duk. By heauen (fond wretch) y knowst not what thou speak'st, Isab. And is this all? Duke. I know you'ld faine be gone: An Officer: Duk. A ghostly Father, belike: Duke. Words against mee? this' a good Fryer belike Luc. But yesternight my Lord, she and that Fryer Peter. Blessed be your Royall Grace: Duke. We did beleeue no lesse. Luc. My Lord, most villanously, beleeue it Peter. Well: he in time may come to cleere himselfe; Duk. Good Frier, let's heare it: Enter Mariana. First, let her shew your face, and after, speake Mar. Pardon my Lord, I will not shew my face Duke. What, are you married? Duke. Are you a Maid? Duk. A Widow then? Duk. Why you are nothing then: neither Maid, Widow, Duk. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause Luc. Well my Lord Mar. My Lord, I doe confesse I nere was married, Luc. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better Duk. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so to Luc. Well, my Lord Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo Mar. Now I come to't, my Lord. Ang. Charges she moe then me? Duk. No? you say your husband Mar. Why iust, my Lord, and that is Angelo, Ang. This is a strange abuse: Let's see thy face Mar. My husband bids me, now I will vnmaske. Duke. Know you this woman? Duk. Sirha, no more Luc. Enough my Lord Ang. My Lord, I must confesse, I know this woman, Mar. Noble Prince, Ang. I did but smile till now, Duke. I, with my heart, Peter. Would he were here, my Lord, for he indeed Duke. Goe, doe it instantly: Enter. Esc. My Lord, wee'll doe it throughly: Signior Lucio,did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be adishonest person? Luc. Cucullus non facit Monachum, honest in nothingbut in his Clothes, and one that hath spoke most villanousspeeches of the Duke Esc. We shall intreat you to abide heere till he come,and inforce them against him: we shall finde this Frier anotable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna, on my word Esc. Call that same Isabell here once againe, I wouldspeake with her: pray you, my Lord, giue mee leaue toquestion, you shall see how Ile handle her Luc. Not better then he, by her owne report Esc. Say you? Enter Duke, Prouost, Isabella Esc. I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That's the way: for women are light at midnight Esc. Come on Mistris, here's a Gentlewoman, Luc. My Lord, here comes the rascall I spoke of, Esc. In very good time: speake not you to him, till Luc. Mum Esc. Come Sir, did you set these women on to slander Duk. 'Tis false Esc. How? Know you where you are? Esc. The Duke's in vs: and we will heare you speake, Duk. Boldly, at least. But oh poore soules, Luc. This is the rascall: this is he I spoke of Esc. Why thou vnreuerend, and vnhallowed Fryer: Esc. Slander to th' State: Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio? Luc. Oh, did you so? and do you remember what you Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir: And was the Duke a flesh-monger,a foole, and a coward, as you then reported himto be? Duk. You must (Sir) change persons with me, ere youmake that my report: you indeede spoke so of him, andmuch more, much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow: did I not plucke thee Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now, after Esc. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall: Awaywith him to prison: Where is the Prouost? away withhim to prison: lay bolts enough vpon him: let him speakno more: away with those Giglets too, and with the otherconfederate companion Duk. Stay Sir, stay a while Ang. What, resists he? helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir, come sir, come sir: foh sir, why youbald-pated lying rascall: you must be hooded must you?show your knaues visage with a poxe to you: show yoursheepe-biting face, and be hang'd an houre: Will'tnot off? Duk. Thou art the first knaue, that ere mad'st a Duke.First Prouost, let me bayle these gentle three:Sneake not away Sir, for the Fryer, and you,Must haue a word anon: lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke, I pardon: sit you downe, Ang. Oh, my dread Lord, Duk. Come hither Mariana, Duk. Goe take her hence, and marry her instantly. Enter. Esc. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonor, Duk. Come hither Isabell, Isab. Oh giue me pardon Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell: Enter Angelo, Maria, Peter, Prouost. Isab. I doe my Lord Duk. For this new-maried man, approaching here, Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord, Mar. Oh my deere Lord, Duke. Neuer craue him, we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke. You doe but loose your labour. Mar. Oh my good Lord, sweet Isabell, take my part, Duke. Against all sence you doe importune her, Mar. Isabell: Isab. Most bounteous Sir. Mar. Meerely my Lord Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable: stand vp I say: Duke. Had you a speciall warrant for the deed? Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office, Pro. Pardon me, noble Lord, Duk. What's he? Duke. I would thou hadst done so by Claudio: Esc. I am sorry, one so learned, and so wise Ang. I am sorrie, that such sorrow I procure, Enter Barnardine and Prouost, Claudio, Iulietta. Duke. Which is that Barnardine? Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man. Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake Duke. Whipt first, sir, and hang'd after. Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me toa Whore: your Highnesse said euen now I made you aDuke, good my Lord do not recompence me, in makingme a Cuckold Duke. Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her. Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord, is pressing to death, Duke. Slandering a Prince deserues it. The Scene Vienna. The names of all the Actors. Vincentio: the Duke.
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Would seeme in me t' affect speech & discourse,
Since I am put to know, that your owne Science
Exceedes (in that) the lists of all aduice
My strength can giue you: Then no more remaines
But that, to your sufficiency, as your worth is able,
And let them worke: The nature of our People,
Our Cities Institutions, and the Termes
For Common Iustice, y'are as pregnant in
As Art, and practise, hath inriched any
That we remember: There is our Commission,
From which, we would not haue you warpe; call hither,
I say, bid come before vs Angelo:
What figure of vs thinke you, he will beare.
For you must know, we haue with speciall soule
Elected him our absence to supply;
Lent him our terror, drest him with our loue,
And giuen his Deputation all the Organs
Of our owne powre: What thinke you of it?
Esc. If any in Vienna be of worth
To vndergoe such ample grace, and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.
I come to know your pleasure
There is a kinde of Character in thy life,
That to th' obseruer, doth thy history
Fully vnfold: Thy selfe, and thy belongings
Are not thine owne so proper, as to waste
Thy selfe vpon thy vertues; they on thee:
Heauen doth with vs, as we, with Torches doe,
Not light them for themselues: For if our vertues
Did not goe forth of vs, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not: Spirits are not finely touch'd,
But to fine issues: nor nature neuer lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But like a thrifty goddesse, she determines
Her selfe the glory of a creditour,
Both thanks, and vse; but I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him aduertise;
Hold therefore Angelo:
In our remoue, be thou at full, our selfe:
Mortallitie and Mercie in Vienna
Liue in thy tongue, and heart: Old Escalus
Though first in question, is thy secondary.
Take thy Commission
Let there be some more test, made of my mettle,
Before so noble, and so great a figure
Be stamp't vpon it
We haue with a leauen'd, and prepared choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honors:
Our haste from hence is of so quicke condition,
That it prefers it selfe, and leaues vnquestion'd
Matters of needfull value: We shall write to you
As time, and our concernings shall importune,
How it goes with vs, and doe looke to know
What doth befall you here. So fare you well:
To th' hopefull execution doe I leaue you,
Of your Commissions
That we may bring you something on the way
Nor neede you (on mine honor) haue to doe
With any scruple: your scope is as mine owne,
So to inforce, or qualifie the Lawes
As to your soule seemes good: Giue me your hand,
Ile priuily away: I loue the people,
But doe not like to stage me to their eyes:
Though it doe well, I doe not rellish well
Their lowd applause, and Aues vehement:
Nor doe I thinke the man of safe discretion
That do's affect it. Once more fare you well
To haue free speech with you; and it concernes me
To looke into the bottome of my place:
A powre I haue, but of what strength and nature,
I am not yet instructed
And we may soone our satisfaction haue
Touching that point
vs
the Veluet. Thou art the List
2.Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted,
or free.
I haue purchas'd as many diseases vnder her Roofe,
As come to
2.Gent. To what, I pray?
Luc. Iudge
profound Ciatica?
Bawd. Well, well: there's one yonder arrested, and
carried to prison, was worth fiue thousand of you all
Bawd. Marry Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio
Art thou sure of this?
Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam
Iulietta with childe
Clo. A Woman
Clo. Groping for Trowts, in a peculiar Riuer
Clo. No: but there's a woman with maid by him:
you haue not heard of the proclamation, haue you?
Baw. What proclamation, man?
Clow. All howses in the Suburbs of Vienna must bee
pluck'd downe
Clow. They shall stand for seed: they had gon down
to, but that a wise Burger put in for them
be puld downe?
Clow. To the ground, Mistris
withdraw?
Clo. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Prouost
to prison: and there's Madam Iuliet.
Beare me to prison, where I am committed
But from Lord Angelo by speciall charge
Make vs pay downe, for our offence, by waight
The words of heauen; on whom it will, it will,
On whom it will not (soe) yet still 'tis iust
As surfet is the father of much fast,
So euery Scope by the immoderate vse
Turnes to restraint: Our Natures doe pursue
Like Rats that rauyn downe their proper Bane,
A thirsty euill, and when we drinke, we die
Cla. No
Cla. Call it so
Lucio, a word with you
If they'll doe you any good: Is Lechery so look'd after?
Cla. Thus stands it with me: vpon a true contract
I got possession of Iulietas bed,
You know the Lady, she is fast my wife,
Saue that we doe the denunciation lacke
Of outward Order. This we came not to,
Onely for propogation of a Dowre
Remaining in the Coffer of her friends,
From whom we thought it meet to hide our Loue
Till Time had made them for vs. But it chances
The stealth of our most mutuall entertainment
With Character too grosse, is writ on Iuliet
Cla. Vnhappely, euen so.
And the new Deputie, now for the Duke,
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newnes,
Or whether that the body publique, be
A horse whereon the Gouernor doth ride,
Who newly in the Seate, that it may know
He can command; lets it strait feele the spur:
Whether the Tirranny be in his place,
Or in his Eminence that fills it vp
I stagger in: But this new Gouernor
Awakes me all the inrolled penalties
Which haue (like vn-scowr'd Armor) hung by th' wall
So long, that ninteene Zodiacks haue gone round,
And none of them beene worne; and for a name
Now puts the drowsie and neglected Act
Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name
I pre'thee (Lucio) doe me this kinde seruice:
This day, my sister should the Cloyster enter,
And there receiue her approbation.
Acquaint her with the danger of my state,
Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
To the strict deputie: bid her selfe assay him,
I haue great hope in that: for in her youth
There is a prone and speechlesse dialect,
Such as moue men: beside, she hath prosperous Art
When she will play with reason, and discourse,
And well she can perswade
Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue
Can pierce a compleat bosome: why, I desire thee
To giue me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More graue, and wrinkled, then the aimes, and ends
Of burning youth
Duk. My holy Sir, none better knowes then you
How I haue euer lou'd the life remoued
And held in idle price, to haunt assemblies
Where youth, and cost, witlesse brauery keepes.
I haue deliuerd to Lord Angelo
(A man of stricture and firme abstinence)
My absolute power, and place here in Vienna,
And he supposes me trauaild to Poland,
(For so I haue strewd it in the common eare)
And so it is receiu'd: Now (pious Sir)
You will demand of me, why I do this
(The needfull bits and curbes to headstrong weedes,)
Which for this foureteene yeares, we haue let slip,
Euen like an ore-growne Lyon in a Caue
That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond Fathers,
Hauing bound vp the threatning twigs of birch,
Onely to sticke it in their childrens sight,
For terror, not to vse: in time the rod
More mock'd, then fear'd: so our Decrees,
Dead to infliction, to themselues are dead,
And libertie, plucks Iustice by the nose;
The Baby beates the Nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum
To vnloose this tyde-vp Iustice, when you pleas'd:
And it in you more dreadfull would haue seem'd
Then in Lord Angelo
Sith 'twas my fault, to giue the people scope,
'Twould be my tirrany to strike and gall them,
For what I bid them doe: For, we bid this be done
When euill deedes haue their permissiue passe,
And not the punishment: therefore indeede (my father)
I haue on Angelo impos'd the office,
Who may in th' ambush of my name, strike home,
And yet, my nature neuer in the sight
To do in slander: And to behold his sway
I will, as 'twere a brother of your Order,
Visit both Prince, and People: Therefore I pre'thee
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
How I may formally in person beare
Like a true Frier: Moe reasons for this action
At our more leysure, shall I render you;
Onely, this one: Lord Angelo is precise,
Stands at a guard with Enuie: scarce confesses
That his blood flowes: or that his appetite
Is more to bread then stone: hence shall we see
If power change purpose: what our Seemers be.
Nun. Are not these large enough?
Isa. Yes truely; I speake not as desiring more,
But rather wishing a more strict restraint
Vpon the Sisterhood, the Votarists of Saint Clare.
Nun. It is a mans voice: gentle Isabella
Turne you the key, and know his businesse of him;
You may; I may not: you are yet vnsworne:
When you haue vowd, you must not speake with men,
But in the presence of the Prioresse;
Then if you speake, you must not show your face;
Or if you show your face, you must not speake.
He cals againe: I pray you answere him
Luc. Haile Virgin, (if you be) as those cheeke-Roses
Proclaime you are no lesse: can you so steed me,
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A Nouice of this place, and the faire Sister
To her vnhappie brother Claudio?
Isa. Why her vnhappy Brother? Let me aske,
The rather for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella, and his Sister
Not to be weary with you; he's in prison
Luc. For that, which if my selfe might be his Iudge,
He should receiue his punishment, in thankes:
He hath got his friend with childe
With Maids to seeme the Lapwing, and to iest
Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so:
I hold you as a thing en-skied, and sainted,
By your renouncement, an imortall spirit
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a Saint
Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd;
As those that feed, grow full: as blossoming Time
That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings
To teeming foyson: euen so her plenteous wombe
Expresseth his full Tilth, and husbandry
Luc. Is she your cosen?
Isa. Adoptedly, as schoole-maids change their names
By vaine, though apt affection
The Duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen (my selfe being one)
In hand, and hope of action: but we doe learne,
By those that know the very Nerues of State,
His giuing-out, were of an infinite distance
From his true meant designe: vpon his place,
(And with full line of his authority)
Gouernes Lord Angelo; A man, whose blood
Is very snow-broth: one, who neuer feeles
The wanton stings, and motions of the sence;
But doth rebate, and blunt his naturall edge
With profits of the minde: Studie, and fast
He (to giue feare to vse, and libertie,
Which haue, for long, run-by the hideous law,
As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act,
Vnder whose heauy sence, your brothers life
Fals into forfeit: he arrests him on it,
And followes close the rigor of the Statute
To make him an example: all hope is gone,
Vnlesse you haue the grace, by your faire praier
To soften Angelo: And that's my pith of businesse
'Twixt you, and your poore brother
Seeke his life?
Luc. Has censur'd him already,
And as I heare, the Prouost hath a warrant
For's execution
Abilitie's in me, to doe him good
And makes vs loose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt: Goe to Lord Angelo
And let him learne to know, when Maidens sue
Men giue like gods: but when they weepe and kneele,
All their petitions, are as freely theirs
As they themselues would owe them
No longer staying, but to giue the Mother
Notice of my affaire: I humbly thanke you:
Commend me to my brother: soone at night
Ile send him certaine word of my successe
Setting it vp to feare the Birds of prey,
And let it keepe one shape, till custome make it
Their pearch, and not their terror
Let vs be keene, and rather cut a little
Then fall, and bruise to death: alas, this gentleman
Whom I would saue, had a most noble father,
Let but your honour know
(Whom I beleeue to be most strait in vertue)
That in the working of your owne affections,
Had time coheard with Place, or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of our blood
Could haue attaind th' effect of your owne purpose,
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Er'd in this point, which now you censure him,
And puld the Law vpon you
Another thing to fall: I not deny
The Iury passing on the Prisoners life
May in the sworne-twelue haue a thiefe, or two
Guiltier then him they try; what's open made to Iustice,
That Iustice ceizes; What knowes the Lawes
That theeues do passe on theeues? 'Tis very pregnant,
The Iewell that we finde, we stoope, and take't,
Because we see it; but what we doe not see,
We tread vpon, and neuer thinke of it.
You may not so extenuate his offence,
For I haue had such faults; but rather tell me
When I, that censure him, do so offend,
Let mine owne Iudgement patterne out my death,
And nothing come in partiall. Sir, he must dye.
Pro. Here if it like your honour
Be executed by nine to morrow morning,
Bring him his Confessor, let him be prepar'd,
For that's the vtmost of his pilgrimage
Some rise by sinne, and some by vertue fall:
Some run from brakes of Ice, and answere none,
And some condemned for a fault alone.
the matter?
Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poore Dukes
Constable, and my name is Elbow; I doe leane vpon Iustice
Sir, and doe bring in here before your good honor,
two notorious Benefactors
your name?
Why do'st thou not speake Elbow?
Clo. He cannot Sir: he's out at Elbow
Elb. My wife Sir? whom I detest before heauen, and
your honour
Elb. I Sir: whom I thanke heauen is an honest woman
Elb. I say sir, I will detest my selfe also, as well as she,
that this house, if it be not a Bauds house, it is pitty of her
life, for it is a naughty house
Elb. Marry sir, by my wife, who, if she had bin a woman
Cardinally giuen, might haue bin accus'd in fornication,
adultery, and all vncleanlinesse there
Elb. I sir, by Mistris Ouerdons meanes: but as she spit
in his face, so she defide him
When nights are longest there: Ile take my leaue,
And leaue you to the hearing of the cause;
Hoping youle finde good cause to whip them all.
Now Sir, come on: What was done to Elbowes
wife, once more?
Clo. Once Sir? there was nothing done to her once
my wife
Clo. I beseech you sir, looke in this Gentlemans face:
good Master Froth looke vpon his honor; 'tis for a good
purpose: doth your honor marke his face?
Esc. I sir, very well
Esc. Why no
Elb. First, and it like you, the house is a respected
house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his Mistris is
a respected woman
then any of vs all
Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir
Froth. Yes, and't please you sir
Clo. A Tapster, a poore widdowes Tapster
Clo. Mistris Ouerdon
Clo. Nine, sir: Ouerdon by the last
Come you hether to me, Mr. Tapster: what's your name
Mr. Tapster?
Clo. Pompey
Clo. Bum, Sir
what doe you thinke of the trade Pompey? is it a lawfull
trade?
Clo. If the Law would allow it, sir
shall not be allowed in Vienna
the youth of the City?
Esc. No, Pompey
It is but heading, and hanging
Master Constable: how long haue you bin in this place
of Constable?
Elb. Seuen yeere, and a halfe sir
continued in it some time: you say seauen yeares together
or seuen, the most sufficient of your parish
Esc. To my house: fare you well: what's a clocke,
thinke you?
Iust. Eleuen, Sir
But there's no remedie:
Iust. Lord Angelo is seuere
Mercy is not it selfe, that oft lookes so,
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
But yet, poore Claudio; there is no remedie.
Come Sir.
I'le tell him of you
His pleasure, may be he will relent; alas
He hath but as offended in a dreame,
All Sects, all Ages smack of this vice, and he
To die for't?
Pro. Is it your will Claudio shall die to morrow?
Ang. Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?
Why do'st thou aske againe?
Pro. Lest I might be too rash:
Vnder your good correction I haue seene
When after execution, Iudgement hath
Repented ore his doome
Doe you your office, or giue vp your Place,
And you shall well be spar'd
What shall be done Sir, with the groaning Iuliet?
Shee's very neere her howre
To some more fitter place; and that with speed
Desires accesse to you
Pro. I my good Lord, a very vertuous maid,
And to be shortlie of a Sister-hood,
If not alreadie
See you the Fornicatresse be remou'd,
Let her haue needfull, but not lauish meanes,
There shall be order for't.
Isab. I am a wofull Sutor to your Honour,
'Please but your Honor heare me
And most desire should meet the blow of Iustice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must,
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At warre, twixt will, and will not
Isab. I haue a brother is condemn'd to die,
I doe beseech you let it be his fault,
And not my brother
Why euery fault's condemnd ere it be done:
Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function
To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let goe by the Actor
I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour
Kneele downe before him, hang vpon his gowne,
You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say
Ang. Maiden, no remedie
And neither heauen, nor man grieue at the mercy
Ang. Looke what I will not, that I cannot doe
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse,
As mine is to him?
Ang. Hee's sentenc'd, tis too late
May call it againe: well, beleeue this
No ceremony that to great ones longs,
Not the Kings Crowne; nor the deputed sword,
The Marshalls Truncheon, nor the Iudges Robe
Become them with one halfe so good a grace
As mercie does: If he had bin as you, and you as he,
You would haue slipt like him, but he like you
Would not haue beene so sterne
And you were Isabell: should it then be thus?
No: I would tell what 'twere to be a Iudge,
And what a prisoner
And you but waste your words
Why all the soules that were, were forfeit once,
And he that might the vantage best haue tooke,
Found out the remedie: how would you be,
If he, which is the top of Iudgement, should
But iudge you, as you are? Oh, thinke on that,
And mercie then will breathe within your lips
Like man new made
It is the Law, not I, condemne your brother,
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my sonne,
It should be thus with him: he must die to morrow
Spare him, spare him:
Hee's not prepar'd for death; euen for our kitchins
We kill the fowle of season: shall we serue heauen
With lesse respect then we doe minister
To our grosse-selues? good, good my Lord, bethink you;
Who is it that hath di'd for this offence?
There's many haue committed it
Those many had not dar'd to doe that euill
If the first, that did th' Edict infringe
Had answer'd for his deed. Now 'tis awake,
Takes note of what is done, and like a Prophet
Lookes in a glasse that shewes what future euils
Either now, or by remissenesse, new conceiu'd,
And so in progresse to be hatch'd, and borne,
Are now to haue no successiue degrees,
But here they liue to end
For then I pittie those I doe not know,
Which a dismis'd offence, would after gaule
And doe him right, that answering one foule wrong
Liues not to act another. Be satisfied;
Your Brother dies to morrow; be content
And hee, that suffers: Oh, it is excellent
To haue a Giants strength: but it is tyrannous
To vse it like a Giant
As Ioue himselfe do's, Ioue would neuer be quiet,
For euery pelting petty Officer
Would vse his heauen for thunder;
Nothing but thunder: Mercifull heauen,
Thou rather with thy sharpe and sulpherous bolt
Splits the vn-wedgable and gnarled Oke,
Then the soft Mertill: But man, proud man,
Drest in a little briefe authoritie,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
(His glassie Essence) like an angry Ape
Plaies such phantastique tricks before high heauen,
As makes the Angels weepe: who with our spleenes,
Would all themselues laugh mortall
Hee's comming: I perceiue't
Great men may iest with Saints: tis wit in them,
But in the lesse fowle prophanation
Which in the Souldier is flat blasphemie
Isab. Because Authoritie, though it erre like others,
Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfe
That skins the vice o'th top; goe to your bosome,
Knock there, and aske your heart what it doth know
That's like my brothers fault: if it confesse
A naturall guiltinesse, such as is his,
Let it not sound a thought vpon your tongue
Against my brothers life
That my Sence breeds with it; fare you well
Is. I, with such gifts that heauen shall share with you
Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or poore
As fancie values them: but with true prayers,
That shall be vp at heauen, and enter there
Ere Sunne rise: prayers from preserued soules,
From fasting Maides, whose mindes are dedicate
To nothing temporall
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers crosse
Shall I attend your Lordship?
Ang. At any time 'fore-noone
What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine?
The Tempter, or the Tempted, who sins most? ha?
Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That, lying by the Violet in the Sunne,
Doe as the Carrion do's, not as the flowre,
Corrupt with vertuous season: Can it be,
That Modesty may more betray our Sence
Then womans lightnesse? hauing waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the Sanctuary
And pitch our euils there? oh fie, fie, fie:
What dost thou? or what art thou Angelo?
Dost thou desire her fowly, for those things
That make her good? oh, let her brother liue:
Theeues for their robbery haue authority,
When Iudges steale themselues: what, doe I loue her,
That I desire to heare her speake againe?
And feast vpon her eyes? what is't I dreame on?
Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint,
With Saints dost bait thy hooke: most dangerous
Is that temptation, that doth goad vs on
To sinne, in louing vertue: neuer could the Strumpet
With all her double vigor, Art, and Nature
Once stir my temper: but this vertuous Maid
Subdues me quite: Euer till now
When men were fond, I smild, and wondred how.
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order,
I come to visite the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison: doe me the common right
To let me see them: and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly
Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth,
Hath blisterd her report: She is with childe,
And he that got it, sentenc'd: a yong man,
More fit to doe another such offence,
Then dye for this
Pro. As I do thinke to morrow.
I haue prouided for you, stay a while
And you shall be conducted
Iul. I doe; and beare the shame most patiently
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on
Iul. Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him
Was mutually committed
Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repent
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Which sorrow is alwaies toward our selues, not heauen,
Showing we would not spare heauen, as we loue it,
But as we stand in feare
And take the shame with ioy
Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him:
Grace goe with you, Benedicite.
That respits me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror
To seuerall subiects: heauen hath my empty words,
Whilst my Inuention, hearing not my Tongue,
Anchors on Isabell: heauen in my mouth,
As if I did but onely chew his name,
And in my heart the strong and swelling euill
Of my conception: the state whereon I studied
Is like a good thing, being often read
Growne feard, and tedious: yea, my Grauitie
Wherein (let no man heare me) I take pride,
Could I, with boote, change for an idle plume
Which the ayre beats for vaine: oh place, oh forme,
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit
Wrench awe from fooles, and tye the wiser soules
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou art blood,
Let's write good Angell on the Deuills horne
'Tis not the Deuills Crest: how now? who's there?
Why doe's my bloud thus muster to my heart,
Making both it vnable for it selfe,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitnesse?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swounds,
Come all to help him, and so stop the ayre
By which hee should reuiue: and euen so
The generall subiect to a wel-wisht King
Quit their owne part, and in obsequious fondnesse
Crowd to his presence, where their vn-taught loue
Must needs appear offence: how now faire Maid.
Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother cannot liue
As long as you, or I: yet he must die
Ang. Yea
(Longer, or shorter) he may be so fitted
That his soule sicken not
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolne
A man already made, as to remit
Their sawcie sweetnes, that do coyne heauens Image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easie,
Falsely to take away a life true made,
As to put mettle in restrained meanes
To make a false one
Which had you rather, that the most iust Law
Now tooke your brothers life, and to redeeme him
Giue vp your body to such sweet vncleannesse
As she that he hath staind?
Isab. Sir, beleeue this.
I had rather giue my body, then my soule
Stand more for number, then for accompt
Ang. Nay Ile not warrant that: for I can speake
Against the thing I say: Answere to this,
I (now the voyce of the recorded Law)
Pronounce a sentence on your Brothers life,
Might there not be a charitie in sinne,
To saue this Brothers life?
Isab. Please you to doo't,
Ile take it as a perill to my soule,
It is no sinne at all, but charitie
Were equall poize of sinne, and charitie
Heauen let me beare it: you granting of my suit,
If that be sin, Ile make it my Morne-praier,
To haue it added to the faults of mine,
And nothing of your answere
Your sence pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seeme so crafty; and that's not good
But graciously to know I am no better
When it doth taxe it selfe: As these blacke Masques
Proclaime an en-shield beauty ten times louder
Then beauty could displaied: But marke me,
To be receiued plaine, Ile speake more grosse:
Your Brother is to dye
Accountant to the Law, vpon that paine
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
But in the losse of question) that you, his Sister,
Finding your selfe desir'd of such a person,
Whose creadit with the Iudge, or owne great place,
Could fetch your Brother from the Manacles
Of the all-building-Law: and that there were
No earthly meane to saue him, but that either
You must lay downe the treasures of your body,
To this supposed, or else to let him suffer:
What would you doe?
Isab. As much for my poore Brother, as my selfe;
That is: were I vnder the tearmes of death,
Th' impression of keene whips, I'ld weare as Rubies,
And strip my selfe to death, as to a bed,
That longing haue bin sicke for, ere I'ld yeeld
My body vp to shame
Better it were a brother dide at once,
Then that a sister, by redeeming him
Should die for euer
That you haue slander'd so?
Isa. Ignomie in ransome, and free pardon
Are of two houses: lawfull mercie,
Is nothing kin to fowle redemption
And rather prou'd the sliding of your brother
A merriment, then a vice
To haue, what we would haue,
We speake not what we meane;
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
For his aduantage that I dearely loue
If not a fedarie but onely he
Owe, and succeed thy weaknesse
Which are as easie broke as they make formes:
Women? Helpe heauen; men their creation marre
In profiting by them: Nay, call vs ten times fraile,
For we are soft, as our complexions are,
And credulous to false prints
And from this testimonie of your owne sex
(Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger
Then faults may shake our frames) let me be bold;
I do arrest your words. Be that you are,
That is a woman; if you be more, you'r none.
If you be one (as you are well exprest
By all externall warrants) shew it now,
By putting on the destin'd Liuerie
Let me entreate you speake the former language
And you tell me that he shall die for't
Which seemes a little fouler then it is,
To plucke on others
My words expresse my purpose
And most pernitious purpose: Seeming, seeming.
I will proclaime thee Angelo, looke for't.
Signe me a present pardon for my brother,
Or with an out-stretcht throate Ile tell the world aloud
What man thou art
My vnsoild name, th' austeerenesse of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i'th State,
Will so your accusation ouer-weigh,
That you shall stifle in your owne report,
And smell of calumnie. I haue begun,
And now I giue my sensuall race, the reine,
Fit thy consent to my sharpe appetite,
Lay by all nicetie, and prolixious blushes
That banish what they sue for: Redeeme thy brother,
By yeelding vp thy bodie to my will,
Or else he must not onelie die the death,
But thy vnkindnesse shall his death draw out
To lingring sufferance: Answer me to morrow,
Or by the affection that now guides me most,
Ile proue a Tirant to him. As for you,
Say what you can; my false, ore-weighs your true.
Who would beleeue me? O perilous mouthes
That beare in them, one and the selfesame tongue,
Either of condemnation, or approofe,
Bidding the Law make curtsie to their will,
Hooking both right and wrong to th' appetite,
To follow as it drawes. Ile to my brother,
Though he hath falne by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a minde of Honor,
That had he twentie heads to tender downe
On twentie bloodie blockes, hee'ld yeeld them vp,
Before his sister should her bodie stoope
To such abhord pollution.
Then Isabell liue chaste, and brother die;
``More then our Brother, is our Chastitie.
Ile tell him yet of Angelo's request,
And fit his minde to death, for his soules rest.
Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine
But onely hope: I'haue hope to liue, and am prepar'd to
die
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
If I do loose thee, I do loose a thing
That none but fooles would keepe: a breath thou art,
Seruile to all the skyie-influences
That dost this habitation where thou keepst
Hourely afflict: Meerely, thou art deaths foole,
For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun,
And yet runst toward him still. Thou art not noble,
For all th' accommodations that thou bearst,
Are nurst by basenesse: Thou'rt by no meanes valiant,
For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke
Of a poore worme: thy best of rest is sleepe,
And that thou oft prouoakst, yet grosselie fearst
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy selfe,
For thou exists on manie a thousand graines
That issue out of dust. Happie thou art not,
For what thou hast not, still thou striu'st to get,
And what thou hast forgetst. Thou art not certaine,
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
After the Moone: If thou art rich, thou'rt poore,
For like an Asse, whose backe with Ingots bowes;
Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie,
And death vnloads thee; Friend hast thou none.
For thine owne bowels which do call thee, fire
The meere effusion of thy proper loines
Do curse the Gowt, Sapego, and the Rheume
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth, nor age
But as it were an after-dinners sleepe
Dreaming on both, for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth begge the almes
Of palsied-Eld: and when thou art old, and rich
Thou hast neither heate, affection, limbe, nor beautie
To make thy riches pleasant: what's yet in this
That beares the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we feare
That makes these oddes, all euen
To sue to liue, I finde I seeke to die,
And seeking death, finde life: Let it come on.
conceal'd
Isa. Why,
As all comforts are: most good, most good indeede,
Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen
Intends you for his swift Ambassador,
Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger;
Therefore your best appointment make with speed,
To Morrow you set on
Isa. None, but such remedie, as to saue a head
To cleaue a heart in twaine:
Clau. But is there anie?
Isa. Yes brother, you may liue;
There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge,
If you'l implore it, that will free your life,
But fetter you till death
Isa. I iust, perpetuall durance, a restraint
Through all the worlds vastiditie you had
To a determin'd scope
Isa. In such a one, as you consenting too't,
Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare,
And leaue you naked
Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine,
And six or seuen winters more respect
Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die?
The sence of death is most in apprehension,
And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon
In corporall sufferance, finds a pang as great,
As when a Giant dies
Thinke you I can a resolution fetch
From flowrie tendernesse? If I must die,
I will encounter darknesse as a bride,
And hugge it in mine armes
Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
Thou art too noble, to conserue a life
In base appliances. This outward sainted Deputie,
Whose setled visage, and deliberate word
Nips youth i'th head, and follies doth emmew
As Falcon doth the Fowle, is yet a diuell:
His filth within being cast, he would appeare
A pond, as deepe as hell
Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell,
The damnest bodie to inuest, and couer
In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,
If I would yeeld him my virginitie
Thou might'st be freed?
Cla. Oh heauens, it cannot be
So to offend him still. This night's the time
That I should do what I abhorre to name,
Or else thou diest to morrow
I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance
As frankely as a pin
That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose,
When he would force it? Sure it is no sinne,
Or of the deadly seuen it is the least
Cla. If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why would he for the momentarie tricke
Be perdurablie fin'de? Oh Isabell
Cla. Death is a fearefull thing
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot,
This sensible warme motion, to become
A kneaded clod; And the delighted spirit
To bath in fierie floods, or to recide
In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice,
To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes
And blowne with restlesse violence round about
The pendant world: or to be worse then worst
Of those, that lawlesse and incertaine thought,
Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.
The weariest, and most loathed worldly life
That Age, Ache, periury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a Paradise
To what we feare of death
What sinne you do, to saue a brothers life,
Nature dispenses with the deede so farre,
That it becomes a vertue
Oh faithlesse Coward, oh dishonest wretch,
Wilt thou be made a man, out of my vice?
Is't not a kinde of Incest, to take life
From thine owne sisters shame? What should I thinke,
Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire:
For such a warped slip of wildernesse
Nere issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance,
Die, perish: Might but my bending downe
Repreeue thee from thy fate, it should proceede.
Ile pray a thousand praiers for thy death,
No word to saue thee
Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade;
Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd,
'Tis best that thou diest quickly
with life, that I will sue to be rid of it
with you
Duk. That now you are come, you wil be gone: leaue
me a while with the Maid, my minde promises with my
habit, no losse shall touch her by my company
Frier
The euill that thou causest to be done,
That is thy meanes to liue. Do thou but thinke
What 'tis to cram a maw, or cloath a backe
From such a filthie vice: say to thy selfe,
From their abhominable and beastly touches
I drinke, I eate away my selfe, and liue:
Canst thou beleeue thy liuing is a life,
So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend
But yet Sir I would proue
Thou wilt proue his. Take him to prison Officer:
Correction, and Instruction must both worke
Ere this rude beast will profit
From our faults, as faults from seeming free.
I sent thee thether: for debt Pompey? Or how?
Elb. For being a baud, for being a baud
Luc. No indeed wil I not Pompey, it is not the wear:
I will pray (Pompey) to encrease your bondage if you
take it not patiently: Why, your mettle is the more:
Adieu trustie Pompey.
Blesse you Friar
Elb. Come your waies sir, come
Luc. Then Pompey, nor now: what newes abroad Frier?
What newes?
Elb. Come your waies sir, come
What newes Frier of the Duke?
Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?
Luc. Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia: other
some, he is in Rome: but where is he thinke you?
Duke. I know not where: but wheresoeuer, I wish
him well
Can censure scape: Back-wounding calumnie
The whitest vertue strikes. What King so strong,
Can tie the gall vp in the slanderous tong?
But who comes heere?
Duke. Not of this Countrie, though my chance is now
To vse it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious Order, late come from the Sea,
In speciall businesse from his Holinesse
Answere the straitnesse of his proceeding,
It shall become him well: wherein if he chance to faile
he hath sentenc'd himselfe
He who the sword of Heauen will beare,
Should be as holy, as seueare:
Patterne in himselfe to know,
Grace to stand, and Vertue go:
More, nor lesse to others paying,
Then by selfe-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whose cruell striking,
Kils for faults of his owne liking:
Twice trebble shame on Angelo,
To weede my vice, and let his grow.
Oh, what may Man within him hide,
Though Angel on the outward side?
How may likenesse made in crimes,
Making practise on the Times,
To draw with ydle Spiders strings
Most ponderous and substantiall things?
Craft against vice, I must applie.
With Angelo to night shall lye
His old betroathed (but despised:)
So disguise shall by th' disguised
Pay with falshood, false exacting,
And performe an olde contracting.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose aduice
Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.
I cry you mercie, Sir, and well could wish
You had not found me here so musicall.
Let me excuse me, and beleeue me so,
My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe
What is the newes from this good Deputie?
Isab. He hath a Garden circummur'd with Bricke,
Whose westerne side is with a Vineyard back't;
And to that Vineyard is a planched gate,
That makes his opening with this bigger Key:
This other doth command a little doore,
Which from the Vineyard to the Garden leades,
There haue I made my promise, vpon the
Heauy midle of the night, to call vpon him
Isab. I haue t'ane a due, and wary note vpon't,
With whispering, and most guiltie diligence,
In action all of precept, he did show me
The way twice ore
Betweene you 'greed, concerning her obseruance?
Isab. No: none but onely a repaire ith' darke,
And that I haue possest him, my most stay
Can be but briefe: for I haue made him know,
I haue a Seruant comes with me along
That staies vpon me; whose perswasion is,
I come about my Brother
I haue not yet made knowne to Mariana
I pray you be acquainted with this Maid,
She comes to doe you good
Mar. Good Frier, I know you do, and haue found it
Who hath a storie readie for your eare:
I shall attend your leisure, but make haste
The vaporous night approaches
Are stucke vpon thee: volumes of report
Run with these false, and most contrarious Quest
Vpon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreame,
And racke thee in their fancies. Welcome, how agreed?
If you aduise it
But my entreaty too
When you depart from him, but soft and low,
Remember now my brother
He is your husband on a pre-contract:
To bring you thus together 'tis no sinne,
Sith that the Iustice of your title to him
Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let vs goe,
Our Corne's to reape, for yet our Tithes to sow.
Clo. If the man be a Bachelor Sir, I can:
But if he be a married man, he's his wiues head,
And I can neuer cut off a womans head
mysterie
turne the Scale.
good fauor you haue, but that you haue a hanging look:
Doe you call sir, your occupation a Mysterie?
Abh. I Sir, a Misterie
Clo. Sir, I will serue him: For I do finde your Hangman
is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd: he doth
oftner aske forgiuenesse
to morrow, foure a clocke
Trade: follow
Th' one has my pitie; not a iot the other,
Being a Murtherer, though he were my brother.
'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow
Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?
Cla. As fast lock'd vp in sleepe, as guiltlesse labour,
When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,
He will not wake
Well, go, prepare your selfe. But harke, what noise?
Heauen giue your spirits comfort: by, and by,
I hope it is some pardon, or repreeue
For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome Father.
Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?
Pro. None since the Curphew rung
Pro. No
Duke. There's some in hope
Euen with the stroke and line of his great Iustice:
He doth with holie abstinence subdue
That in himselfe, which he spurres on his powre
To qualifie in others: were he meal'd with that
Which he corrects, then were he tirrannous,
But this being so, he's iust. Now are they come.
This is a gentle Prouost, sildome when
The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men:
How now? what noise? That spirit's possest with hast,
That wounds th' vnsisting Posterne with these strokes
Arise to let him in: he is call'd vp
But he must die to morrow?
Pro. None Sir, none
You shall heare more ere Morning
You something know: yet I beleeue there comes
No countermand: no such example haue we:
Besides, vpon the verie siege of Iustice,
Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare
Profest the contrarie.
And by mee this further charge;
That you swerue not from the smallest Article of it,
Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance.
Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day
For which the Pardoner himselfe is in:
Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie,
When it is borne in high Authority.
When Vice makes Mercie; Mercie's so extended,
That for the faults loue, is th' offender friended.
Now Sir, what newes?
Pro. I told you:
Lord Angelo (be-like) thinking me remisse
In mine Office, awakens mee
With this vnwonted putting on, methinks strangely:
For he hath not vs'd it before
by foure of the clocke, and in the afternoone Bernardine:
For my better satisfaction, let mee haue Claudios
head sent me by fiue. Let this be duely performed with a
thought that more depends on it, then we must yet deliuer.
Thus faile not to doe your Office, as you will answere it at
your perill.
What say you to this Sir?
Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed
in th' afternoone?
Pro. A Bohemian borne: But here nurst vp & bred,
One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old
And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord
Angelo, came not to an vndoubtfull proofe
Pro. Most manifest, and not denied by himselfe
Duke. In the delaying death
If my instructions may be your guide,
Let this Barnardine be this morning executed,
And his head borne to Angelo
And will discouer the fauour
Pro. To him, and to his Substitutes
Mr Barnardine
there? What are you?
Clo. Your friends Sir, the Hangman:
You must be so good Sir to rise, and be put to death
And that quickly too
and sleepe afterwards
Straw russle.
Clo. Verie readie Sir
What's the newes with you?
Abh. Truly Sir, I would desire you to clap into your
prayers: for looke you, the Warrants come
I am not fitted for't
Looke forward on the iournie you shall go
Bar. Not a word: if you haue anie thing to say to me,
come to my Ward: for thence will not I to day.
After him (Fellowes) bring him to the blocke
Duke. A creature vnprepar'd, vnmeet for death,
And to transport him in the minde he is,
Were damnable
There died this morning of a cruell Feauor,
One Ragozine, a most notorious Pirate,
A man of Claudio's yeares: his beard, and head
Iust of his colour. What if we do omit
This Reprobate, til he were wel enclin'd,
And satisfie the Deputie with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
Duke. Oh, 'tis an accident that heauen prouides:
Dispatch it presently, the houre drawes on
Prefixt by Angelo: See this be done,
And sent according to command, whiles I
Perswade this rude wretch willingly to die
But Barnardine must die this afternoone,
And how shall we continue Claudio,
To saue me from the danger that might come,
If he were knowne aliue?
Duke. Let this be done,
Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio,
Ere twice the Sun hath made his iournall greeting
To yond generation, you shal finde
Your safetie manifested
Now wil I write Letters to Angelo,
(The Prouost he shal beare them) whose contents
Shal witnesse to him I am neere at home:
And that by great Iniunctions I am bound
To enter publikely: him Ile desire
To meet me at the consecrated Fount,
A League below the Citie: and from thence,
By cold gradation, and weale-ballanc'd forme.
We shal proceed with Angelo.
For I would commune with you of such things,
That want no eare but yours
If yet her brothers pardon be come hither:
But I will keepe her ignorant of her good,
To make her heauenly comforts of dispaire,
When it is least expected.
daughter
Hath yet the Deputie sent my brothers pardon?
Duke. He hath releasd him, Isabell, from the world,
His head is off, and sent to Angelo
Shew your wisedome daughter in your close patience
Iniurious world, most damned Angelo
Forbeare it therefore, giue your cause to heauen.
Marke what I say, which you shal finde
By euery sillable a faithful veritie.
The Duke comes home to morrow: nay drie your eyes,
One of our Couent, and his Confessor
Giues me this instance: Already he hath carried
Notice to Escalus and Angelo,
Who do prepare to meete him at the gates,
There to giue vp their powre: If you can pace your wisdome,
In that good path that I would wish it go,
And you shal haue your bosome on this wretch,
Grace of the Duke, reuenges to your heart,
And general Honor
'Tis that he sent me of the Dukes returne:
Say, by this token, I desire his companie
At Mariana's house to night. Her cause, and yours
Ile perfect him withall, and he shal bring you
Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home and home. For my poore selfe,
I am combined by a sacred Vow,
And shall be absent. Wend you with this Letter:
Command these fretting waters from your eies
With a light heart; trust not my holie Order
If I peruert your course: whose heere?
Frier, where's the Prouost?
Duke. Not within Sir
to your reports, but the best is, he liues not in them
do: he's a better woodman then thou tak'st him for
I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke
if they be true: if not true, none were enough
with childe
Luc. Yes marrie did I; but I was faine to forswear it,
They would else haue married me to the rotten Medler
well
This deede vnshapes me quite, makes me vnpregnant
And dull to all proceedings. A deflowred maid,
And by an eminent body, that enforc'd
The Law against it? But that her tender shame
Will not proclaime against her maiden losse,
How might she tongue me? yet reason dares her no,
For my Authority beares of a credent bulke,
That no particular scandall once can touch
But it confounds the breather. He should haue liu'd,
Saue that his riotous youth with dangerous sense
Might in the times to come haue ta'ne reuenge
By so receiuing a dishonor'd life
With ransome of such shame: would yet he had liued.
Alack, when once our grace we haue forgot,
Nothing goes right, we would, and we would not.
The Prouost knowes our purpose and our plot,
The matter being a foote, keepe your instruction
And hold you euer to our speciall drift,
Though sometimes you doe blench from this to that
As cause doth minister: Goe call at Flauia's house,
And tell him where I stay: giue the like notice
To Valencius, Rowland, and to Crassus,
And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate:
But send me Flauius first
Come, we will walke: There's other of our friends
Will greet vs heere anon: my gentle Varrius.
I would say the truth, but to accuse him so
That is your part, yet I am aduis'd to doe it,
He saies, to vaile full purpose
He speake against me on the aduerse side,
I should not thinke it strange, for 'tis a physicke
That's bitter, to sweet end.
Isab. Oh peace, the Frier is come
Where you may haue such vantage on the Duke
He shall not passe you:
Twice haue the Trumpets sounded.
The generous, and grauest Citizens
Haue hent the gates, and very neere vpon
The Duke is entring:
Therefore hence away.
Our old, and faithfull friend, we are glad to see you
We haue made enquiry of you, and we heare
Such goodnesse of your Iustice, that our soule
Cannot but yeeld you forth to publique thankes
Forerunning more requitall
To locke it in the wards of couert bosome
When it deserues with characters of brasse
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of obliuion: Giue we your hand
And let the Subiect see, to make them know
That outward curtesies would faine proclaime
Fauours that keepe within: Come Escalus,
You must walke by vs, on our other hand:
And good supporters are you.
Speake loud, and kneele before him
Vpon a wrong'd (I would faine haue said a Maid)
Oh worthy Prince, dishonor not your eye
By throwing it on any other obiect,
Till you haue heard me, in my true complaint,
And giuen me Iustice, Iustice, Iustice, Iustice
In what, by whom? be briefe:
Here is Lord Angelo shall giue you Iustice,
Reueale your selfe to him
You bid me seeke redemption of the diuell,
Heare me your selfe: for that which I must speake
Must either punish me, not being beleeu'd,
Or wring redresse from you:
Heare me: oh heare me, heere
She hath bin a suitor to me, for her Brother
Cut off by course of Iustice
That Angelo's forsworne, is it not strange?
That Angelo's a murtherer, is't not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thiefe,
An hypocrite, a virgin violator,
Is it not strange? and strange?
Duke. Nay it is ten times strange?
Isa. It is not truer he is Angelo,
Then this is all as true, as it is strange;
Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth
To th' end of reckning
She speakes this, in th' infirmity of sence
There is another comfort, then this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madnesse: make not impossible
That which but seemes vnlike, 'tis not impossible
But one, the wickedst caitiffe on the ground
May seeme as shie, as graue, as iust, as absolute:
As Angelo, euen so may Angelo
In all his dressings, caracts, titles, formes,
Be an arch-villaine: Beleeue it, royall Prince
If he be lesse, he's nothing, but he's more,
Had I more name for badnesse
If she be mad, as I beleeue no other,
Her madnesse hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependancy of thing, on thing,
As ere I heard in madnesse
Harpe not on that; nor do not banish reason
For inequality, but let your reason serue
To make the truth appeare, where it seemes hid,
And hide the false seemes true
Haue sure more lacke of reason:
What would you say?
Isab. I am the Sister of one Claudio,
Condemnd vpon the Act of Fornication
To loose his head, condemn'd by Angelo,
I, (in probation of a Sisterhood)
Was sent to by my Brother; one Lucio
As then the Messenger
I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her,
To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo,
For her poore Brothers pardon
Nor wish'd to hold my peace
Pray you take note of it: and when you haue
A businesse for your selfe: pray heauen you then
Be perfect
To speake before your time: proceed,
Isab. I went
To this pernicious Caitiffe Deputie
The phrase is to the matter
How I perswaded, how I praid, and kneel'd,
How he refeld me, and how I replide
(For this was of much length) the vild conclusion
I now begin with griefe, and shame to vtter.
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust
Release my brother; and after much debatement,
My sisterly remorse, confutes mine honour,
And I did yeeld to him: But the next morne betimes,
His purpose surfetting, he sends a warrant
For my poore brothers head
Or else thou art suborn'd against his honor
In hatefull practise: first his Integritie
Stands without blemish: next it imports no reason,
That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himselfe: if he had so offended
He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe,
And not haue cut him off: some one hath set you on:
Confesse the truth, and say by whose aduice
Thou cam'st heere to complaine
Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue
Keepe me in patience, and with ripened time
Vnfold the euill, which is heere wrapt vp
In countenance: heauen shield your Grace from woe,
As I thus wrong'd, hence vnbeleeued goe
To prison with her: Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall,
On him so neere vs? This needs must be a practise:
Who knew of your intent and comming hither?
Isa. One that I would were heere, Frier Lodowick
Who knowes that Lodowicke?
Luc. My Lord, I know him, 'tis a medling Fryer,
I doe not like the man: had he been Lay my Lord,
For certaine words he spake against your Grace
In your retirment, I had swing'd him soundly
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our Substitute: Let this Fryer be found
I saw them at the prison: a sawcy Fryar,
A very scuruy fellow
I haue stood by my Lord, and I haue heard
Your royall eare abus'd: first hath this woman
Most wrongfully accus'd your Substitute,
Who is as free from touch, or soyle with her
As she from one vngot
Know you that Frier Lodowick that she speakes of?
Peter. I know him for a man diuine and holy,
Not scuruy, nor a temporary medler
As he's reported by this Gentleman:
And on my trust, a man that neuer yet
Did (as he vouches) mis-report your Grace
But at this instant he is sicke, my Lord:
Of a strange Feauor: vpon his meere request
Being come to knowledge, that there was complaint
Intended 'gainst Lord Angelo, came I hether
To speake as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true, and false: And what he with his oath
And all probation will make vp full cleare
Whensoeuer he's conuented: First for this woman,
To iustifie this worthy Noble man
So vulgarly and personally accus'd,
Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes,
Till she her selfe confesse it
Doe you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
Oh heauen, the vanity of wretched fooles.
Giue vs some seates, Come cosen Angelo,
In this I'll be impartiall: be you Iudge
Of your owne Cause: Is this the Witnes Frier?
Vntill my husband bid me
Mar. No my Lord
Mar. No my Lord
Mar. Neither, my Lord
nor Wife?
Luc. My Lord, she may be a Puncke: for many of
them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife
to prattle for himselfe
And I confesse besides, I am no Maid,
I haue known my husband, yet my husband
Knowes not, that euer he knew me
Shee that accuses him of Fornication,
In selfe-same manner, doth accuse my husband,
And charges him, my Lord, with such a time,
When I'le depose I had him in mine Armes
With all th' effect of Loue
Mar. Not that I know
Who thinkes he knowes, that he nere knew my body,
But knows, he thinkes, that he knowes Isabels
This is that face, thou cruell Angelo
Which once thou sworst, was worth the looking on:
This is the hand, which with a vowd contract
Was fast belockt in thine: This is the body
That tooke away the match from Isabell,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her Imagin'd person
Luc. Carnallie she saies
And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt my selfe, and her: which was broke off,
Partly for that her promis'd proportions
Came short of Composition: But in chiefe
For that her reputation was dis-valued
In leuitie: Since which time of fiue yeres
I neuer spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her
Vpon my faith, and honor
As there comes light from heauen, and words fro[m] breath,
As there is sence in truth, and truth in vertue,
I am affianced this mans wife, as strongly
As words could make vp vowes: And my good Lord,
But Tuesday night last gon, in's garden house,
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees,
Or else for euer be confixed here
A Marble Monument
Now, good my Lord, giue me the scope of Iustice,
My patience here is touch'd: I doe perceiue
These poore informall women, are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on. Let me haue way, my Lord
To finde this practise out
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish Frier, and thou pernicious woman
Compact with her that's gone: thinkst thou, thy oathes,
Though they would swear downe each particular Saint,
Were testimonies against his worth, and credit
That's seald in approbation? you, Lord Escalus
Sit with my Cozen, lend him your kinde paines
To finde out this abuse, whence 'tis deriu'd.
There is another Frier that set them on,
Let him be sent for
Hath set the women on to this Complaint;
Your Prouost knowes the place where he abides,
And he may fetch him
And you, my noble and well-warranted Cosen
Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth,
Doe with your iniuries as seemes you best
In any chastisement; I for a while
Will leaue you; but stir not you till you haue
Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers.
Luc. Marry sir, I thinke, if you handled her priuately
She would sooner confesse, perchance publikely she'll be
asham'd.
Denies all that you haue said
Here, with the Prouost
we call vpon you
Lord Angelo? they haue confes'd you did
Duk. Respect to your great place; and let the diuell
Be sometime honour'd, for his burning throne.
Where is the Duke? 'tis he should heare me speake
Looke you speake iustly
Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox;
Good night to your redresse: Is the Duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too: The Duke's vniust,
Thus to retort your manifest Appeale,
And put your triall in the villaines mouth,
Which here you come to accuse
Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women,
To accuse this worthy man? but in foule mouth,
And in the witnesse of his proper eare,
To call him villaine; and then to glance from him,
To th'Duke himselfe, to taxe him with Iniustice?
Take him hence; to th' racke with him: we'll towze you
Ioynt by ioynt, but we will know his purpose:
What? vniust?
Duk. Be not so hot: the Duke dare
No more stretch this finger of mine, then he
Dare racke his owne: his Subiect am I not,
Nor here Prouinciall: My businesse in this State
Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble,
Till it ore-run the Stew: Lawes, for all faults,
But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong Statutes
Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop,
As much in mocke, as marke
Away with him to prison
Is this the man you did tell vs of?
Luc. 'Tis he, my Lord: come hither goodman bald-pate,
doe you know me?
Duk. I remember you Sir, by the sound of your voice,
I met you at the Prison, in the absence of the Duke
said of the Duke
by the nose, for thy speeches?
Duk. I protest, I loue the Duke, as I loue my selfe
his treasonable abuses
We'll borrow place of him; Sir, by your leaue:
Ha'st thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can doe thee office? If thou ha'st
Rely vpon it, till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out
I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse,
To thinke I can be vndiscerneable,
When I perceiue your grace, like powre diuine,
Hath look'd vpon my passes. Then good Prince,
No longer Session hold vpon my shame,
But let my Triall, be mine owne Confession:
Immediate sentence then, and sequent death,
Is all the grace I beg
Say: was't thou ere contracted to this woman?
Ang. I was my Lord
Doe you the office (Fryer) which consummate,
Returne him here againe: goe with him Prouost.
Then at the strangenesse of it
Your Frier is now your Prince: As I was then
Aduertysing, and holy to your businesse,
(Not changing heart with habit) I am still,
Atturnied at your seruice
That I, your vassaile, haue imploid, and pain'd
Your vnknowne Soueraigntie
And now, deere Maide, be you as free to vs.
Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart:
And you may maruaile, why I obscur'd my selfe,
Labouring to saue his life: and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre,
Then let him so be lost: oh most kinde Maid,
It was the swift celeritie of his death,
Which I did thinke, with slower foot came on,
That brain'd my purpose: but peace be with him,
That life is better life past fearing death,
Then that which liues to feare: make it your comfort,
So happy is your Brother.
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
Your well defended honor: you must pardon
For Mariana's sake: But as he adiudg'd your Brother,
Being criminall, in double violation
Of sacred Chastitie, and of promise-breach,
Thereon dependant for your Brothers life,
The very mercy of the Law cries out
Most audible, euen from his proper tongue.
An Angelo for Claudio, death for death:
Haste still paies haste, and leasure, answers leasure;
Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure:
Then Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested;
Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee vantage.
We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke
Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste.
Away with him
I hope you will not mocke me with a husband?
Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband,
Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor,
I thought your marriage fit: else Imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choake your good to come: For his Possessions,
Although by confutation they are ours;
We doe en-state, and widow you with all,
To buy you a better husband
I craue no other, nor no better man
Away with him to death: Now Sir, to you
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come,
I'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice
Should she kneele downe, in mercie of this fact,
Her Brothers ghost, his paued bed would breake,
And take her hence in horror
Sweet Isabel, doe yet but kneele by me,
Hold vp your hands, say nothing: I'll speake all.
They say best men are moulded out of faults,
And for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: So may my husband.
Oh Isabel: will you not lend a knee?
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death
Looke if it please you, on this man condemn'd,
As if my Brother liu'd: I partly thinke,
A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes,
Till he did looke on me: Since it is so,
Let him not die: my Brother had but Iustice,
In that he did the thing for which he dide.
For Angelo, his Act did not ore-take his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subiects
Intents, but meerely thoughts
I haue bethought me of another fault.
Prouost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an vnusuall howre?
Pro. It was commanded so
Pro. No my good Lord: it was by priuate message
Giue vp your keyes
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not,
Yet did repent me after more aduice,
For testimony whereof, one in the prison
That should by priuate order else haue dide,
I haue reseru'd aliue
Pro. His name is Barnardine
Goe fetch him hither, let me looke vpon him
As you, Lord Angelo, haue stil appear'd,
Should slip so grosselie, both in the heat of bloud
And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward
And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart,
That I craue death more willingly then mercy,
'Tis my deseruing, and I doe entreat it.
Pro. This my Lord
Sirha, thou art said to haue a stubborne soule
That apprehends no further then this world,
And squar'st thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd,
But for those earthly faults, I quit them all,
And pray thee take this mercie to prouide
For better times to come: Frier aduise him,
I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that?
Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd,
Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head,
As like almost to Claudio, as himselfe
Is he pardon'd, and for your louelie sake
Giue me your hand, and say you will be mine,
He is my brother too: But fitter time for that:
By this Lord Angelo perceiues he's safe,
Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye:
Well Angelo, your euill quits you well.
Looke that you loue your wife: her worth, worth yours
I finde an apt remission in my selfe:
And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon,
You sirha, that knew me for a foole, a Coward,
One all of Luxurie, an asse, a mad man:
Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you
That you extoll me thus?
Luc. 'Faith my Lord, I spoke it but according to the
trick: if you will hang me for it you may: but I had rather
it would please you, I might be whipt
Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie,
If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow
(As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there's one
whom he begot with childe) let her appeare,
And he shall marry her: the nuptiall finish'd,
Let him be whipt and hang'd
Thy slanders I forgiue, and therewithall
Remit thy other forfeits: take him to prison,
And see our pleasure herein executed
Whipping and hanging
She Claudio that you wrong'd, looke you restore.
Ioy to you Mariana, loue her Angelo:
I haue confes'd her, and I know her vertue.
Thanks good friend, Escalus, for thy much goodnesse,
There's more behinde that is more gratulate.
Thanks Prouost for thy care, and secrecie,
We shall imploy thee in a worthier place.
Forgiue him Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's,
Th' offence pardons it selfe. Deere Isabell,
I haue a motion much imports your good,
Whereto if you'll a willing eare incline;
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
So bring vs to our Pallace, where wee'll show
What's yet behinde, that meete you all should know.
Angelo, the Deputie.
Escalus, an ancient Lord.
Claudio, a yong Gentleman.
Lucio, a fantastique.
2. Other like Gentlemen.
Prouost.
Thomas. 2. Friers.
Peter.
Elbow, a simple Constable.
Froth, a foolish Gentleman.
Clowne.
Abhorson, an Executioner.
Barnardine, a dissolute prisoner.
Isabella, sister to Claudio.
Mariana, betrothed to Angelo.
Iuliet, beloued of Claudio.
Francisca, a Nun.
Mistris Ouer-don, a Bawd.FINIS.
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