But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness: Duke. Gracious Olivia,-- Oli. What do you say, Cesario?-Good my lord,Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music. Duke. Still so cruel? Oli. Still so constant, lord. Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My son the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do? Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him. Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave Duke. O, thon dissembling cub! what wilt thou be, That sometime savours nobly?-But hear me this : Oli. Where goes Cesario? 10. After him I love, [Going. Oli. O, do not swear; Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. [Following, More than love these eyes, more than my life, Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:- You broke my head for nothing; and that, that I did, I was set on to do't by sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Ilere comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To.That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or apavin, 1 hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havock with them? Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you dressed together. wrong? Ol. Hast then forgot thyself? is it so long? Call forth the holy father, [Exit an Attendant. [To Viola. Duke. Comeaway! Ol. Whither, my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay. Oli. Ay, husband; can he that deny? Vio. No, my lord, not 1. Ol. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, father! Re-enter Attendant, and Priest. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold (though lately we intended To keep in darkness, what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thon dost know Hath newly past between this youth and me. Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to! [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Duke. One face, one voice. one habit, and two per sons; A natural perspective, that is, and is not. Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio! How have the hours rack'd aud tortur'd me, Ant. Sebastian are you? Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin, Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Oli. Most wonderful! Seb. DoIstand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, . [To Viola. What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Sucha Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit, Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul ! That day, that made my sister thirteen years. I'll bring you to a captain in this town, Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help [To Olivia. But nature to her bias drew in that. Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,[To Viola. Duke. Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds! Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. Oli. He shall enlarge him. Fetch Malvolio hither :- They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract. A most extracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day | morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it! Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear! Oli. Read it you, sirrah! [To Fabian. Fab. [reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well, as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used MALVOLIO. Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him delivered, Fabian; bring him hither! [Exit Fabian. My lord,so please you,these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.Your master quits you, [To Viola.] and, for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, Oli. A sister?-you are she. Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman? Oli. Ay, my lord, the same:How now, Malvolio? Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Of thine own cause. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak, Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool de- And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, livers the madman:-By the lord, madam,— Oli. How now! art thou mad? Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must al low vox. Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits! Taint the condition of this present hour, The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Of our dear souls.-Mean time, sweet sister, [Exeunt. SONG. Clo. When that I was and a tiny little boy, But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it rainethe every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, [Exit.. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Persons of the Drama. VINCENTIO, duke of Vienna. ANGELO, lord deputy in the duke's absence. ELBOW, a simple constable. FROTH, a foolish gentleman. ESCALUS, an ancient lord, joined with Angelo in the Clown, servant to Mrs Over-done. deputation. CLAUDIO, a young gentleman. LUCIO, a fantastic. Two other like gentlemen. VARRIUS, a gentleman, servant to the duke. Provost. THOMAS, two friars. PETER, A Justice. ABHORSON, an executioner. - A C T I. FRANCISCA, a nun. Mistress OVER-DONE, a bawd. Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants. SCENE,-Vienna. SCENE I. Escal. My lord. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to 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 able, And let them work. The nature of our people, Our city's institutions, and the terms For common justice, you are as pregnant in, As art and practice hath enriched any, That we remember. There is our commission, From which we would not have you warp.-Call hither, I say, bid come before us Angelo. — [Exit an Attendant. S A ין Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike, 2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, where grace was said. But to fine issues: nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech In our remove, be thou at full ourself! Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it. Duke. No more evasion! my metal, We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand! [Exit. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place: A power I have; but of what strength and nature, I am not yet instructed. Ang. "Tis so with me:- let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. Escal. I'll wait upon your honour. SCENE II. A sireet. Enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen. [Exeunt. Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not to composition with the king of Hungary, why, then all the dukes fall upon the king. 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen. Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in metre? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers be tween us. Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: thou art the list. 1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. 1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not? 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast ; whether thou art tainted or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased 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 diseases in me: but thou art full of error; I am sound. Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee. Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio. 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 these three days his head's to be chopped off. Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this? Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting madam Julietta with child. Lucio. Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. 2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose. 1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it!, [Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you? Enter Clown. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions they put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the peti-Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. tion well, that prays for peace. Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; but there is a woman with maid by him. You | And the new deputy now for the duke, Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down. Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city? Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pull'd down? Clo. To the ground, mistress. Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the com-So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round, And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Clo. Come; fear not you: good counsellors lack no Now puts the drowsy and neglected act clients though you change your place, you need not Freshly on me : - 'tis surely, for a name. change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage! Lucio. I warrant, it is: and thy head stands so tickle there will be pity taken on you: you, that have worn on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid,if she be in love,may your eyes almost out in the service, you will be consi-sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him! dered. Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let's Ipr'ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service! withdraw! Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet. SCENE III. The same. [Exeunt. Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the Bear me to prison, where I am committed! But from lord Angelo by special charge. Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority, Make us pay down for our oflence by weight.The words of heaven;- -on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just. Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty: So every scope by the immoderate use Claud. What, but to speak of would offend again. Claud. No. Lucio. Lechery? Claud. Call it so. Prov. Away, sir; you must go. This day my sister should the cloister enter, Claud. One word, good friend: - Lucio, a word with you! [Takes him aside. Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good. Is lechery so look'd after? Claud. Thus stands it with me:- upon a true contrict I got possession of Julietta's bed; You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Of outward order: this we came not to, Only for propagation of a dower From whom we thought it meet to hide our love, But it chances, Lucio. I pray, she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her. Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. Claud. Come, officer, away! -A monastery. [Exeunt. Τι Enter Duke and Friar THOMAS. Fri. May your grace speak of it? Duke. My holy sir, none better knows, than you, (A man of stricture, and firm abstinence,) Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers For terror, not to use; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd: so our decrees, And liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart |