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One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
Duke. O, 't is an accident that Heaven provides !
Prov. This shall be done, good father, presently.
Let this be done :-
Prov. I am your free dependant.
Quick, despatch, And send the head to Angelo.
For I would commune with you of such things
I'll make all speed. [Exit. Isab. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here!
Duke. The tongue of Isabel :-She's come to know, If yet her brother's pardon be come hither : But I will keep her ignorant of her good, To make her heavenly comforts of despair When it is least expected.
Enter ISABELLA. Isab. Ho, by your leave. Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious
daughter. Isab. The better, given me by, so holy a man. Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?
Duke. He hath releas’d him, Isabel, from the world; His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
Isab. Nay, but it is not so.
It is no other :
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel !
Duke. This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot;
power. If you can, pace your wisdom
In that good path that I would wish it go;
I am directed by you.
--Who 's here?
Good even !
Not within, sir. Lucio. O, 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-mor
By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother : if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
[Exit Isab. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.
Duke. Well, you 'll answer this one day. Fare yé well.
il Bosom-wish, heart's desire. b Combined- bound.
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 such a thing ?
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to forswear it; they would else have married 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 burr, I shall stick.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House.
Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS. Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness : pray Heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-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 injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street ?
Escal. He shows his reason for that : to have a de spatch 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 :
house: As are to meet him.
I shall, sir : fare you well. [Exit. Ang. Good night.This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid ! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd The law against it!-But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her No :a For my authority bears b of a credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confounds the breather. He should have liv’d, Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge, By so receiving a dishonour'd life, 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. (Exit.
SCENE V.-Fields without the Town. Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.
[Giving letters. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift; Though sometimes you 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 To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate ; But send me Flavius first.
F. Peter. It shall be speeded well. [Exit Friar.
* Reason, which is here personified, dares her with the no which forbids her to speak.
b Bears is used in the sense of figures,-is seen.