Duke. I protest, I love the duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses. Esc. Such a fellow is not to be talked withal.Away with him to prison.-Where is the provost ? -Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon him let him speak no more.-Away with those giglots 1 too, and with the other confederate companion. [The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Duke. Stay, sir; stay awhile. Ang. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio. Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir. Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour! Will 't not off? [Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers the Duke. First, provost, let me bail these gentle three : you Must have a word anon :-lay hold on him. Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. down. [to Escalus. We'll borrow place of him.-Sir, by your leave : Wanton wenches. [to Angelo. 1 Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can do thee office ?1 If thou hast, And hold no longer out. Ang. 0 my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, To think I can be undiscernible, When I perceive, your grace, Duke. Come hither, Mariana. Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Do Duke. Go, take her hence, and marry her instantly. you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again.-Go with him, provost. [Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Esc. My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonor, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke. Come hither, Isabel : Your friar is now your prince. As I was then 3 Not changing heart with habit, I am still Isa. O, give me pardon, That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel : And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.1 Which I did think with slower foot came on, That brain'd my purpose. But, peace be with him!. That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear: make it your com Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and PROVOST. Isa. I do, my lord. Duke. For this new-married man, approaching here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Pardon us as we have pardoned you. 2 Premature discovery. 3 Knocked my design on the head. |