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S G E N E XI.
Geria, where's the Provok?
Friar, where's the Provos?
Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would set me to't. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow.
By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. Exit Isabella.
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'st him for,
Duke. Well; you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
Lucio. Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee: I 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 such a thing ?
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forswear it ; they would else have marry'd me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : rest
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 shall stick.
Changes to the Palace.
Enter Angelo and Escalus. Fiscal.
VERY letter, he hath writ, hath disvouch'd
other. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions shew much like to madness: pray heav'n, his wisdom be not tainted! and why meet him at the gates, and deliver our authorities there?
Escal. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in 'an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injuftice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
Escal. He shews his reason for that; to have a dispatch 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 proclaimod
With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet, he had
liy'd! Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not.
S CEN E XIII.
Changes to the Fields without the Town.
HESE letters at fit time deliver me.
do blench from this to that, As cause doth minister: go, call at Flavius' house, And tell him, where I stay; give the like notice Unto Valentius, Rowland, and to Craffus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate : But send me Flavius first. Peter. It shall be speeded well.
(Exit Friar. Enter Varrius. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou hast made good
haste: Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. (Exeunt.
S CE N E XIV.
Enter Isabella and Mariana.
I'd say the truth; but to accuse him so,
Mari. Be rul'd by him.
Ifab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
Mari. I would, Friar Peter-
founded: The generous and gravest citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away.[Exeunt.
A CT V. S CE N E I.
A public Place near the City.
Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio,
and Citizens at several Doors.
you. Ang. ( Escal. 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 justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital Ang. You make my bonds still greater.
Duke Oh, your desert speaks loud; and I should
wrong it, To lock it in the wards of covert bosom, When it deserves with characters of brass A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time, And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand, And let the subjects fee, to make them know That outward courtesies. would fain proclaim. Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus; You must walk by us on our other hand : And good supporters are you.[As the Duke is going out.
Enter Peter and Isabella. Peter.
your : before him. Isab. Justice, O royal Duke! vail your regard Upon a wrongd, I'd fain have said, 'a maid: Oh, worthy Prince, dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other object, Till you have heard me in my true complaint, And given me justice, justice, justice, justice. Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be
brief: Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice; Reveal yourself to him,
Isab. Oh, worthy Duke, You bid me seek redemption of the devil: Hear me yourself, for that which I must speak Must either punish me, not being believ'd, Or wring redress from you: oh, hear me, hear me.
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
Isab, Course of justice!