Lucio. G SCENE XI. Enter Lucio. OOD even; Friar, where's the Provoft? Duke. Not within, Sir. Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to fee thine eyes fo red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and fup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would fet me to't. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Ifabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantaftical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. [Exit Ifabella. Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. Lucio. Friar, thou knoweft not the Duke so well as I do; he's a better woodman, than thou tak'ft him for. Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well. Lucio. Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee: I can tell thee pretty tales of the Duke. Duke. You have told me too many of him already, Sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough. Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child. Duke. Did you fuch a thing? Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forfwear it; they would elfe have marry'd me to the rotten medlar. Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honeft: rest you well. Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it; nay, Friar, I am a kind of bur, I fhall flick. [Exeunt. SCENE, Fifcal. E Changes to the Palace. Enter Angelo and Efcalus. VERY letter, he hath writ, hath disvouch'd other. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions fhew much like to madness: pray heav'n, his wisdom be not tainted! and why meet him at the gates, and deliver our authorities there? Efcal. I guess not. Ang. And why fhould we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they fhould exhibit their petitions in the ftreet? Efcal. He fhews his reason for that; to have a difpatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us. Ang. Well; I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd betimes i'th' morn: I'll call you at your house: : give notice to fuch men of fort and fuit, as are to meet him. Efcal. I fhall, Sir: fare you well. Ang. Good night. [Exit. This deed unfhapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A defloured maid! The law againft it! but that her tender fhame How might fhe tongue me? yet reafon dares her No. But it confounds the breather. He fhould have liv`d, With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet, he had liv'd! Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not. Duke. SCENE XIII. Changes to the Fields without the Town. Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter. HESE letters at fit time deliver me. [Exit. The Proust knows our purpose, and our The matter being afoot, keep your inftruction, Tho' fometimes you do blench from this to that, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate : Peter. It shall be speeded well. Enter Varrius. [Exit Friar. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou haft made good hafte: Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.. Ijab. T Enter Ifabella and Mariana. O fpeak fo indirectly, I am loth: I'd say the truth; but to accuse him so, That is your part; yet I'm advis❜d to do it, He fays, to vail full purpose. Mari. Be rul'd by him. E Jab. Ifab. Befides, he tells me, that if peradventure I fhould not think it ftrange; for 'tis a phyfic, Mari. I would, Friar Peter Ifab. Oh, peace; the Friar is come. Enter Peter. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have fuch vantage on the Duke, He fhall not pafs you. Twice have the trumpets founded: The generous and graveft citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away. [Exeunt. A C T V. SCENE I. A public Place near the City. Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Efcalus, Lucio, and Citizens at feveral Doors. Y DUKE. MOur old and faithful friend, we're glad to fee very worthy coufin, fairly met; you. Ang. & Efcal. Happy return be to your royal Grace! Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both: W've made enquiry of you, and we hear Such goodness of your juftice, that our foul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital. Ang. You make my bonds ftill greater. Duke. Duke Oh, your defert fpeaks loud; and I fhould wrong it, To lock it in the wards of covert bofom, Enter Peter and Isabella. OW is your time: fpeak loud, and kneel before him. Peter-Novefo Ifab. Juftice, O royal Duke! vail your regard 'Till have heard me in my true complaint, Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be Here is lord Angelo fhall give you justice; Reveal yourself to him. Ifab. Oh, worthy Duke, You bid me feek redemption of the devil: Or wring redress from you: oh, hear me, hear me. Ifab. Courfe of justice! Ang. And she will speak moft bitterly, and ftrange. E 2 Ifab. |