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Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Lucio. Within two hours.
Claud. Come, officer, away.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Monastery.

Enter DUKE and Friar THOMAS.
Duke. No, holy father; throw away that thought ;
Believe not that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a complete bosom: why I desire thee
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.
Fri.

May your grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you
How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd;
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies,
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.a
I have deliver'd to lord Angelo
(A man of stricture b and firm abstinence)
My absolute power and place here in Vienna,
And he supposes me travell’d to Poland;
For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,
And so it is receiv'd: Now, pious sir,
You will demand of me why I do this?

Fri. Gladly, my lord.
Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws,
(The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds)
Which for this fourteen years we have let slip;C
Even like an o’ergrown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond fathers
Having hound up the threat’ning twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children's sight,
For terror, not to use, in time the rod
å Keeps-dwells.

b Stricture-strictness. c Slip. The Duke compares himself with the animal " who goes not out to prey. He has let the laws slip.

Becomes more mock'd than feard : so our decrees,
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.
Fri.

It rested in your grace
To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleas'd :
And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd
Than in lord Angelo.
Duke.

I do fear, too dreadful :
Sith 't was my fault to give the people scope,
'T would be my tyranny to strike and gall them
For what I bid them do : For we bid this be done,
When evil deeds have their permissive pass,
And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father,
I have on Angelo impos’d the office;
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home,
And yet my nature never in the fight,
To do in slander : And to behold his sway,
I will, as 't were a brother of your order,
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee,
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
How I may formally in person bear
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action,
At our more leisure shall I render you;
Only this one :-Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see,
If power change purpose, what our seemers be. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-A Nunnery.

Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA.
Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges ?
Fran. Are not these large enough?
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more;

But rather wishing a more strict restraint
Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare.
Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within.
Isab.

Who's that which calls?
Fran. It is a man's voice: Gentle Isabella,
Turn you the key, and know his business of him;
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn :
When

you

have vow'd, you must not speak with men, But in the presence of the prioress : Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you answer him. [Exit Fran. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is 't that calls?

Enter Lucio. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me, As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio ?

Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask; The rather, for I now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his sister. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets

you: Not to be weary with you, he 's in prison.

Isab. Woe me! For what?

Lucio. For that, which if myself might be his judge,
He should receive his punishment in thanks :
He hath got his friend with child.

Isab. Sir, make me not your story.
Lucio. 'T is true. I would not-though 't is my

familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so :
I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted ;

a Make me not your story-invent me not your story.

By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.

Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.
Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 't is

thus :

Your brother and his lover a have embrac'd :
As those that feed grow full ; as blossoming time,
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To teeming foison ; even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
Isab. Some one with child by him ?-My cousin

Juliet?
Lucio. Is she your cousin ?
Isab. Adoptedly; as schoolmaids change their

names,
By vain though apt affection.
Lucio.

She it is.
Isab. O, let him marry her!
Lucio.

This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand, and hope of action : but we do learn
By those that know the very nerves of state,
His givings out were of an infinite distance
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
And with full line of his authority,
Governs lord Angelo : a man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense ;
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
He (to give fear to use and liberty,.
Which have, for long, run by the hideous law,
As mice by lions) hath pick'd out an act,
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life

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Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example; all hope is gone,
Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer
To soften Angelo : And that 's my pith of business
"Twixt you and your poor

brother. Isab.

Doth he so
Seek his life?

Lucio. Hath censur'd a him already,
And, as I hear, the provost hath a warrant
For his execution.
Isab.

Alas! what poor
Ability 's in me to do him good ?

Lucio. Assay the power you have.
Isab.

My power! Alas! I doubt-
Lucio. Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt: Go to lord Angelo,
And let him learn to know, when maidens sue
Men give like gods ; but when they weep and kneel,
All their petitions are as freely theirs
As they themselves would owe them,

Isab. I 'll see what I can do.
Lucio.

But speedily.
Isab. I will about it straight;
No longer staying but to give the mother
Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you :
Commend me to my brother : soon at night
I 'll send him certain word of my success.

Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Isab.

Good sir, adieu. [Exeunt,
a Censur'd-sentenced.

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