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Men give like gods; but when they weep and
All their petitions are as freely their's
SCENE L-A Hall in ANGELO's House,
Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, a JUSTICE, PROVOST,
the birds of prey,
Setting it up to fear
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Ang. Where is the provost ?
Prov. Here, if it like your honour.
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:
[Exit PROVOST Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us all!
Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the or law,
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
And some condemned for a fault alone.
Enter ELBOW, FROTH, CLOWN, Officers, &c.
Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a common-weal, that do no thing but use their abuses in common houses, know no law; bring them away.
1 Thickest, thorny paths of vice.
Escal. Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Whom I would save, had a most noble father,
(Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,)
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
That justice seizes. What know the laws,
The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,
be hath cause to complain of? Come me to | Thou seest, thon wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou var. let; thou art to continue,
what was done to her.
Escal. Where were you born, friend?
Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.
Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your
Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave,
Escal. Ay, Sir, very well.
Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.
Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his
And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Clo. Once, Sir? there was nothing done to her
Elb. I beseech you, Sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.
Clo. Bum, Sir.
Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense,
Clo. I beseech your bonour, ask me. Escal. Well, Sir: What did this gentleman to you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are her? partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it being a tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall be the better for you.
Clo. Truly, Sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live.
Clo. I beseech you, Sir, look in this gentle-in man's face-Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose: Doth your honour mark his face?
Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice or
Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou
Escal. If he took you a box o' ear, you might have your action of slauder too.
Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: What is't your worship's pleasure I should do with this wicked caititf?
Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir.
Clo. Mistress Over-done.
Escal. Hath she had any more than one busband.
Clo. Nine, Sir; Over-done by the last.
Escal. Nine!-Come hither to me, master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters: they will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them: Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.
Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.
Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth; farewell. [Exit FROTH.-Come you hither to me, master tapster; what's your name, master tapster?
Escal. What else?
Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: It is but beading and hanging.
Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. if this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after threepence a bay : If you live to see this come to pass, say, Pompey told you so.
Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you,-1 advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you do if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this time, Pompey, fare you well.
Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall better determine.
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade;
Elb. Seven year and a balf, Sir.
Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: You say, seven years together?
Ang. Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces!
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done:
Isab. O just, but severe law !
I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your bonour!
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
Enter LUCIO and ISABELLA. Prov. Save your honour ! [Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.-To ISAB.] You are welcome: What's your will? Isab. I am a woeful snitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.
Ang. Well; what's your suit?
Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
To him, 1 say.
Isab. Must be needs die?
Ang. Maiden, no remedy.
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might parka
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.
Isab. But can you, if you would ↑
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse"
Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late,
Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA.
May call it back again : Well believe
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
Lucio. Ay, touch bim: there's the vein.
Do you your office, or give up your place,
Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.-
Ang. Dispose of her
To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Found out the remedy: How would you be,
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once,
Ang. Hath he a sister?
Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
Prou. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous It is the law, not I, condemns your brother:
It should be thus with him;-he must die to
Isab. To-morrow? Oh
Ang. Well let her be admitted. [Exit SERV.
that's sudden! Spare
We kill the fowl of season;t shall we serve
Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; Takes uote of what is done; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;
Isab. So, you must be the first that gives this sentence;
And he, that suffers: Oh! it is excellent
Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
Isab. Yet show some pity.
Ang. I show it most of all, when I show Where prayers cross.
For then I pity those I do not know,
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd-
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
Lucio. Oh! to him, to him, wench: he will relent;
He's coming, I perceive't.
Prov. Pray heaven, she win him!
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with
From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate
Ang. Well come to me
Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o'that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away.
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Ang. She speaks, and 'tis
Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.Fare you well.
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Ang. I will bethink me :-Come again to
share with you.
Lucio. You had marr'd all, else.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested
[Aside to ISABELLA. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Ang. Amen for I
• Paltry. Attested, stamped. Preserved from the corruption of the world.
Am that way going to temptation,
Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, As fancy values them but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Ere sunrise; prayers from preserved ý souls,
Isab. At what hour to-morrow Shall I attend your lordship? Ang. At any time 'fore noou. Isab. Save your honour!
pet, With all her double vigour, art, and nature, our-Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now,
When men were fond, I sinil'd, and wonder'd [Exit.
[Exeunt LUCIO, ISABELLA, and PROVOST. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?
Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my
Isub. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall Than die for this.
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
SCENE III.- A Room in a Prison. Enter DUKE habited like a Friar, and PROVOST. Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you
Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good friar ?
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Who falling in the flames of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: She is with child. And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man More fit to do another such offence,
Duke. When must he die?
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.I have provided for you; stay a while,
• See 2 Kings x.27.
And you shall be conducted. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ?
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most pa
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed ? Juliet, Mutually.
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do repent,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,-
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
Duke. There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
Pror. 'Tis pity of him.
SCENE IV A Room in ANGELO's House. Enter ANGEL
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil of my conception : The state, whereon studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, 'Tis not the devil's crest.
Enter SERVANT. How now, who's there?
Serv. One Isabel, a sister, Desires access to you.
Ang. Teach her the way. O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons,
Isub. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.
Ang. Say you so then I shall pose you quickly.
Which had you rather, That the most just law.
Isab. Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul.
Ang. Nay, Pil not warrant that; for I ar
Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;-
To save this brother's life?
Isab. Please you to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poise of sin and charity.
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sim, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer
Ang. Nay, but bear me:
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright,
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times cuder Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : Your brother is to die.