the Viennese dress of the close of the fifteenth century, some approach to which, at least, may be found in Vecelli's Habiti Antichi e Moderni, published at Vienna in 1598. But who so loves, if he rejected be, His passing love to peevish hate will turne. Cassandra. And of these evils the least, I hold, is death To shun whose dart we can no meane devise; Andrugio. Nay, Cassandra, if thou thy selfe submit, Cassandra. How so th' intent is construed in offence, Andrugio. Nay sweete sister, more slaunder would infame If otherwise this doome I could revoke, I would not spare for any jebardye To free thee, wench, from this same heavy yoke: And yet his hope may further thy consent; He sayde, he maye percase make thee his wyfe, With one night's joye: if love he after seekes; DRAMATIS PERSONE. VINCENTIO, the Duke. ANGELO, the Deputy. ESCALUS, an ancient Lord. CLAUDIO, a young Gentleman. Lucio, a Fantastic. Two other like Gentlemen. VARRIUS, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke. Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants SCENE: Vienna. (12) MEASURE FOR MEASURE. ACT I. SCENE I. - An Apartment in the DUKE's Palace. Enter DUKE, ESCALUS, Lords, and Attendants. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me t' affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know, that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you; then no more remains But that, to your sufficiency, - as your worth is And let them work. The nature of our people, Our city's institutions, and the terms For common justice, y' are as pregnant in What figure of us think you he will bear ? Enter ANGELO. Duke. Look, where he comes. Angelo. Always obedient to your Grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Angelo, As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus, Though first in question, is thy secondary : Take thy commission. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Be stamp'd upon it. Duke. No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us; and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well: To th' hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions. Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand. But do not like to stage me to their eyes. ness! Duke. I thank you. Fare you well. [Exit. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave |