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(Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) Escal. How know you that? That, in the working of your own affections, Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I detest befon Had time coher'd* with place, or place with heaven and your honour,wishing,
Escal. How! thy wife? Or that the resolute acting of your blood Elb. Ay, Sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an Could have attain’d the effect of your own honest woman,purpose,
Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore? Whether you had not sometime in your life Elb. I say, Sir, I will detest myself also, as Err’d in this point which now you censure him, well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's And pull'd the law upon you.
house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, house. Another thing to fall. I not deny,
Escal. How dist thou know that, constable? 'The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she May, in the sworn twelve, have a thiet or two had been w woman cardinally given, might Guiltier than him they try: What's open made have been accused in fornication, adultery, and to justice,
all uncleanliness there. That justice seizes. What know the laws, Escal. By the woman's means? That thieves do passt on thieves? "Tis very Elb. Ay, Sir, by mistress Overdone's means: pregnant,
but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Clo. Sir, it it please your honour, this is not Because we see it; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it.
Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou You may not so extenuate his offence,
honourable man, prove it. Fors I have had such faults; but rather tell me, Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces? When I, that censurell him, do so oflend,
To ANGELO. Let mine own judgement pattern out my death, Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and And notbing come in partial. Sir, he must die. longing (saving your honour's reverence,) for Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
stew'd prunes; Sir, we had but two in the Ang. Where is the provost?
house, which at that very distant time stood, Prov. Here, if it like your honour.
as it were, in a fruit dish, a dish of some three Ang. See that Claudio
pence; your honours have seen such dishes; Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: they are not China dishes, but very good dishes. Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared ; Escal. Go to, go to : no matter for the dish, For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.
(Erit Provost. Clo. No, indeed, Sir, not of a pin; you are Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive therein in the right': but, to the point; As I say, us all!
this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: and being great belly’d, and longing, as I said, Some run from brakes of vice, and answer for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as none;
I said, master Froth here, this very man, hav. And some condemned for a fault alone, ing eaten the rest, as I said, and, as 1
say, Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, &c.
paying for them very honestly ;--for, as you
know, master Froth, I cou'd not give you threeElb. Come, bring them away: if these be pence again. good people in a conimon-weal,** that do no- Froth. No, indeed. thing but use their abuses in common houses, » Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be I kpow no law; bring them away.
remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid Ang. How now, Sir! What's your name? prunes. and what's the matter?
Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do you be remember'd, that such a one, and such lean upon justice, Sir, and do bring in here a one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, before your good' honour two notorious bene- unless they kept very good diet, as I told you. factors.
Froth. All this is true. Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors Clo. Why, very well then. are they? are they not malefactors ?
Escul. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the Elb. If it please your honour, I know not purpose. What was done to Elbow's wife, well what they are: but precise villains they that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to are, that I am sure of; and void of all profana- what was done to her. tion in the world, that good Christians ought Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. to have.
Escal. No, Sir, nor I mean it not. Escal. This comes off well;tt here's a wise Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by you officer.
honour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into Ang. Go to: What quality are they of? El- master Froth here, Sir; a mau of fourscore bow is your name? Why dost thou not speak, pound a year; whose father died at Hallow. Elbow?
mas:-Was't not at Hallowmas, master Froth? Clo. He cannot, Sir; he's out at elbow.
Froth. All-hollondt eve. Ang. What are you, Sir?
Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths: Elb. He, Sir? a tapster, Sir; parcelft-bawd; | He, Sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, une that serves a bad woman; whose house, Sir;- 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, in Sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the su- deed, you have a delight to sit: Have you not? burbs; and now she professesįg a hot-house,
Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, which, I think, is a very ill house too.
and good for winter. * Suited. + Pass judgement
Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here de A Because.
truths. Thickest, thorny paths of vice, ** Wealth. H! Well teld. 11 Partly U Keeps a bagnic. * For protest. + Eve of All Saints day.
Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, Escal. Hath she had any more than one kur When nights are longest there: I'll take my band. leave,
Clo. Nine, Sir; Over-done by the last. And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Escal. Nine! Come hither to me, master Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you Escal. I think no less: Good morrow to your acquainted with tapsters; they will draw yor lordship.
[Exit ANGELO. master Froth, and you will hang them: Go Now, Sir, come on: What was done to Elbow's you gone, and let me hear no more of you. wife, once more?
Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own Clo. Once, Sir ? there was nothing done to part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, ber once.
but I am drawn in. Elb. I beseech you, Sir, ask him what this Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: man did to my wife.
farewell. [Exit Froth.)-Come you hither to Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. me, master tapster; what's your name, master Escal. Well, Sir: What did this gentleman to tapster? her?
Clo. Pompey. Cle. I beseech you, Sir, look in this gentle- Escal. What else? man's face:-Good master Froth, look upon Clo. Bum, Sir. his honour; 'tis for a good purpose: Doth your Escal. "Troth, and your bum is the greatest bonour mark his face?
thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, Escal. Ay, Sir, very well.
you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour Escal. Well, I do so.
it in being a tapster. Are you not? come,
tell Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his me true; it shall be the better for you. face?
Clo. Truly, Sir, I am a poor fellow, that Escal. Why, no.
would live. Clo. I'll be supposed* upon a book, his face Escul. How would you live Pompey? by is the worst
thing about him: Good then; if his being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, face be the worst thing about him, how could Pompey? is it a lawful trade? master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? Clo. If the law would allow it, Sir. I would know that of your honour.
Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; Escal
. He's in the right: Constable, what say nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. you to it?
Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a re- spay all the youth in the city? spected house; next, this is a respected fellow; Escal. No, Pompey. and bis mistress is a respected woman.
Clo. Truly, Sir, in my poor opinion, they will Clo. By this hand, Sir, his wife is a more to't then: If your worship will take order* for respected person than any of us all.
the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked the bawds. Farlet: the time is yet to come, that she was Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I ever respected with man, woman, or child. can tell you : It is but heading and hanging.
Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before Clo. If you head and hang all that offend he married with her.
that way but for ten year together, you'll be Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or glad to give out a commission for more heads. Iniquity ?+ Is this true?
If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou the fairest house in it, after threepence a bay: picked Hannibal! I respected with her, be- If you live to see this come to pass, say, Pomfore I was married to her? If ever I was re- pey told you so. spected with her, or she with me, let not your Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in Worship think me the poor duke's officer :- requital of your prophecy, hark you.--I advise Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have you, let me not find you before me again upon mine action of battery on thee.
any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling Escal. If he took you a box o’ear, you might where you do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat have your action of slander too.
you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have it: What is't your
worship’s pleasure I should you whipt: so for this time, Pompey, fare you do with this wicked caitif?
well. Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some Clo.'I thank your worship for your good offences in him, that thou wouldst discover if counsel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh
and thou couldst, let him continue in his courses, fortune shall better determiné. till thou know'st what they are.
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade; Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it: The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's
[Exit. come upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; Tarlet; thou art to continue.
come hither, master Constable. How long have Escal. Where were you born, friend? you been in this place of constable?
[To FROTH. Elb. Seven year and a half, Sir. Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir.
Escul. I thought, by your readiness in the Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? office, you had continued in it some time: You Froth. Yes, and't please you, Sir.
say, seven years together? Escal. So.What trade are you of, Sir? Elb. And a half, Sir.
[To the Clown. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! Clo. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Escal. Your mistress's name?
Are there not men in your ward sufficient to Clo. Mistress Over-done.
serve it? Deponed, sworn.
+ Constable or clown. * For cannibal
Elb. l'aith, Sir, few of any wit in such Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to I do beseech you, let it be his fault, choose me for them; I do it for some piece of And not my brother. poney, and go through with all.
Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor some six or seven, the niost sufficient of your
of it! parish.
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done: Elb. To your worship’s house, Sir ?
Mine were the very cipher of a function, Escal. To my house; Fare you well. [Exit To find the faults, whose tine stands in record, Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you?
And let go by the actor. Just. Eleven, Sir.
Isab. O just, but severe law! Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your hon. Just. I humbly thank you.
(Retiring. Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Lucio. [To Isab.) Give't not o'er so: to him But there's no remedy.
again, entreat him; Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Escal. It is but needful :
You are too cold: if you should need a pin, Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
You could not with more tame a tongue Jesire Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: To him, I say:
[it: But yet,-Poor Claudio!- There's no remedy. Isab. Must he needs die ? Come, Sir.
[E.reunt. Ang. Maiden, no remedy.
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon SCENE II.-Another Room in the same.
(mercy. Enter PROVOST and a SERVANT.
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come
Ang. I will not do't. I'll tell him of you.
Isab. But can you, if you would ? Prov. Pray you, do. (Exit Serv.] I'll know
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas,
Isub. But might you do't, and do the world He hath but as offended in a dream!
no wrong, All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse To die for it!
As mine is to him?
Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. Ang Now, what's the matter, provost ?
Isub. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a Pror. Is it your will Claudio shall die to. May call it back again : Well believet this,
word, morrow? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Why dost thou ask again?
[order? T'he marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Prov. Lest I might be too rash:
Become them with one half so good a grace, Under your good correction, I have seen,
As mercy does. If he had been as you,
And you as he, you would have slipt like him; Ang. Go to; let that be mine:
But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Ang. Pray you, begone. Do you your office, or give up your place,
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you shall well be spar'd.
And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus ? Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
And what a prisoner. She's very near her hour.
[Juliet? Ang. Dispose of her
Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein.
[Aside. To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Re-enter SERVANT.
And you but waste your words.
Isab. Alas! alas! Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn’d, Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Desires access to you.
And He that might the vantage best have took, Ang. Hath he a sister?
Found out the remedy: How would you be, Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, If He, which is the top of judgement, should And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already:
But judge you as you are? O, think on that; Ang. Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Serv. Like man new made.
And mercy then will breathe within your lips, See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: There shall be order for it.
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.
It should be thus with him ;-he must die to. Prov. Save your honour! (Offering to retire. Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare Ang. Stay a little while.-- [To Isab.) You
him, spare him : are welcome: What's your will? He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
[heaven Please but your honour hear me.
We kill the fowl of season ;I shall we serve Ang. Well; what's your suit?
With less respect than we do minister Isad. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, beAnd most desire should meet the blow of justice;
think you: For which I would not plead, but that I must; Who is it that hath died for this offence? For which I must not plead, but that I am There's many have committed it. At war, 'twixt will, and will not. Ang. Well; the matter?
* Pity. + Be assured. When in senso
Licio. Ay, well said.
Lucio. You had marr'd all, else. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested hath slept:
gold, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, If the first map that did the edict infringe, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, | Ere sunrise; prayers from preservedt souls, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv’d,' | To nothing temporal. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Ang. Well : come to me Are now to have no successive degrees,
To-norrow. But, where they live, to end.
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away: Tsub. Yet show some pity.
(Aside to ISABELLA. • Ang. I show it most of all, when I show Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! justice;
Ang. Amen: for I For then I pity those I do not know,
Am that way going to temptation, [Aside. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Where prayers cross. And do him right, that, answering one foul Isub. At what hour to-morrow wrong,
Shall I attend your lordship? Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;
Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Isal. Save your honour! Isab. So you must be the tirst, that gives this [Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. sentence;
Ang From thee; even from thy virtue !And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
[Ha. To use it like a giant.
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Lucio, That's well said.
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, Isab, Could great men thunder
That lying by the violet, in the sun, As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, For every pelting,* petty otticer,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but That modesty may more betray our sense Merciful heaven!
(thunder.- Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarledt oak, And pitch our evils there?: 0, fie, fie, fie! Than the soft myrtle:-0, but man, proud man: What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo Drest in a little brief authority;
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Most ignorant of what he's most assur’d, That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: His glassy essence,-like an angry ape, Thieves for their rohbery have authority, Plays such fantastic tricks before highi heaven, When judges steal themselves. What do I As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
love her, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
That I desire to hear her speak again, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will re- And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? He's coming, ! perceive't.
[lent; O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Pror. Pray heaven, she win him!
With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with Is that temptation, that doth goad us on (pet, ourself:
[them; To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumGreat men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in with all her double vigour, art, and nature, But, in the less, foul profanation.
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that. Subdues me quite;-Ever, till now, Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy:
[Exit. Lucio, Art advis'd o' that? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? SCENE III.- A Room in a Prison. Isal. Because authority, though it err like Enter Duke, habited like a Friur, and Provost.
others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom;
Pror. I am the provost: What's your will, Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth
good friar? That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
I come to visit the afilicted spirits [order, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Here in the prison: do me the common right í Against my brother's life.
To let me see them; and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Ang. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. To them accordingly.
Proc. I would do more than that, if more Fare you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
were needful. Ang. I will bethink me:--Come again to
Enter JULIET. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my Look, here comes one; a gentiewoman of mine, lord, turn back.
Who falling in the flames of her own youth, Ang. How! bribe me?
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child. Lsab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man share with you.
* Attested, stamped.
+ Preserved from the corruption of the world Palery.
• See 2 Kings x 97.
More fit to do another such offence,
And dispossessing all the other parts Than die for this.
Of necessary fitness ? Duke. When must he die?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons, Prov. As I do think, to-morrow:
Come all to help him, and so stop the air I have provided for you; stay a while, By which he should revive: and even so
[Tó Juliet. The general,* subject to a well-wish'd king, And you shall be conducted.
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Enter ISABELLA. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign How now, fair maid ? your conscience,
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Ang. That you might know it, would much Or hollowly put on.
better please me,
[live. Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Isub. Even so?—Heaven keep your honour! Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd
Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be,
[act Isab. Under your sentence? Juliet. Mutually.
Ang. Yea. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his rethan his.
prieve, Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Longer, or shorter, he may so be fitted, Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you That his soul sicken not. do repent,
Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
good Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not to pardon him, that hath from nature stolen heaven;
A man already made, as to remit [image Showing, we'd not spare* heaven, as we love Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's But as we stand in fear,
[it, In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Juliet. I do repent mé, as it is an evil; Falsely to take away a life true made, And take the shame with joy.
As to put mettle iu restrained means,
To make a false one.
Which had you rather, That the most just law That respites me a life, whose very comfort Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Is still a dying horror!
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Pror. "Tis pity of him.
[Exeunt. As she that he hath stain’d?
Isab. Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul.
Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compellid
Isab. How say you?
(words; To several subjects: heaven hath my empty
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
speak Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,
Against the thing I say. Answer to this;-) As if I did but only chew his name;
I, now the voice of the recorded law, And in my heart, the strong
and swelling evil Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied, To save this brother's life?
Might there not be charity in sin,
Isab. Please you to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul, Could I, with boot,t change for an idle
plume, It is no sin at all, but charity. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Were equal poise of sin and charity:
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul,
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
suit, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer "Tis not the devil's crest.
To have it added to the faults of mine,
And nothing of your answer.
Ang. Nay, but hear me: [iguorant,
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are
Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing Desires access to you.
But graciously to know I am no better (good, Ang. Teach her the way.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most O heavens!
bright, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; When it doth tax itself: as these black niasks Making both it unable for itself,
Proclaim an epshield+ beauty ten times louder pare to offend heaven. † Profit. * Outside. * People.
+ Enshielded, corral