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*MEASURE for MEASU
ACT I. SCENE I.
The Duke's PALACE.
Enter Duke, Efcalus, and Lords.
Duke. Of Government the properties t'unfold, Would feem in me t' affect speech and discourse. Since I am not to know, that your own Science Exceeds, in that, the lifts of all advice
My ftrength can give you: then no more remains Put that to your fufficiency, as your worth is able, And let them work. The nature of our people, Our city's inftitutions, and the terms
Of common juftice, y'are as pregnant in,
As art and practice hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our Commiffion,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
What figure of us, think you, he will bear?
Lent him our Terror, dreft him with our Love;
The ftory is taken from Cinthio's Novels, December 8. November 5.
And giv'n his Deputation all the organs
Duke. LOOK, where he comes.
Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's will,
I come to know your pleasure.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine iffues: nor Nature never lends
The fmalleft fcruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty Goddefs, fhe determines
Both thanks and use.
But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advertise ;
In our remove, be thou at full ourself.
Mortality and Mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart: old Efcalus,
Ang. Now, good my lord,
Let there be fome more teft made of my metal,
Be flampt upon it.
Duke. Come, no more evasion :
We have with a prepar'd and *level'd choice
Ang. Yet give me leave, my lord,
That we may bring you fomething on the way.
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
As to your foul feems good. Give me your hand;
A pow'r I have, but of what ftrength and nature
Ang. 'Tis fo with me: let us withdraw together,
Efcal. I'll wait upon your honour.
* Leaven'd choice] We should read level'd choice.
is to Archery, when a Man has fix'd'upon his Object, after taking Aim.
Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen,
Lucio to compofition with the King of Hungary,
F the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not
why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King.
i Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Amen.
Lucio. Thou conclud'st like the fanctimonious Pirate, that went to fea with the ten Commandments, but fcrap'd one out of the Table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not fteal.Lucio, Ay, that he raz'd.
1 Gent. Why, 'twas a Commandment to com-. mand the captain and all the reft from their functions; they put forth to fteal; there's not a foldier of us. all, that, in the thankfgiving before meat, does relish the petition well that prays for Peace.
2 Gent. I never heard any foldier diflike it.
Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wait were grace was faid.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
1. Gent. What, in meeter?
Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.
Lucio. Ay, why not? grace is grace, defpight of all controverfy; as for example, thou thyfelf art a wicked villain, defpight of all grace.
1 Gent. Well; there went but a pair of sheers be
Lucio. I grant; as there the velvet. Thou art the lift.
between the lifts and
1 Gent. And thou the velvet; thou art good vel
vet; thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee : had as lief be a list of an English kerfey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I fpeak feelingly now?
Lucio. I think, thou doft; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy fpeech: I will, out of thine own confeffion, learn to begin thy health; but, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee.
1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong, have I
2 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether thou art tainted, or free.
Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
1 Gent. I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof, as come to
2 Gent. To what I pray?
1 Gent. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a year.
1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown more.
1 Gent. Thou art always figuring difeafes in me; but thou art full of error; I am found.
Lucio. Nay, not as one would fay healthy; but fo found, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow; impiety hath made a feast of thee.
TOW now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica ?
Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.
1 Gent. Who's that, I pr'ythee?
Bawd. Marry, Sir, that's Claudio; Signior Claudio. A 4