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SCENE I. -A hall in Angelo's house.
Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, &c.
Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, people in a common-weal, that do nothing but Officers, and other Attendants.
use their abuses in common houses, I know no Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law; bring them away. law,
Ang. How now, sir! What's your name ? and Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
what's the matter? And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor Their perch, and not their terror.
duke's constable, and my name is Elbow ; I do Escal. Ay, but yet
lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here beLet us be keen, and rather cut a little,
fore your good honour two notorious benefactors. Than fall, and bruise to death : Alas! this gen Ang. Benefactors ? Well; what benefactors tleman,
are they? are they not malefactors? Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well Let but your honour know,
what they are: but precise villains they are, that (Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue,) I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the That, in the working of your own affections, world, that good christians ought to have. Had time coher'd with place, or place with wish Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise ofing,
ficer. Or that the resolute acting of your blood Ang. Go to: What quality are they of? ElCould have attain'd the effect of your own pur- bow is your name? Why dost thou not speak, pose,
El). He, sir ! a tapster, sir ; parcel-bawd ; one Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, Another thing to fall. I not deny,
as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two is a very ill house too. Guiltier than him they try: What's open made Escal. How know you that? to justice,
Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before hea. That justiee seizes. What know the laws, ven and your honour,That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very preg Escal. How! thy wife? nant,
Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank hcaven, is an The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,
honest woman, Because we see it'; but what we do not see, Escal, Dost thou detest her therefore? We tread upon, and never think of it.
Elb. I say, sir, I will detest' myself also, as You may not so extenuate his offence,
well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's For I have had such faults'; but rather tell me, house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty When I, that censure him, do so offend, house. Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, Escal. Hów dost thou know that, constable ? And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife ; who, if she had Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
been a woman cardinally given, might have been Ang. Where is the provost ?
accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanProv. Here, if it like your honour.
liness there. Ang. See that Claudio
Escal. By the woman's means ? Be executed by nine to-morrow morning : Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means : Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd; but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.
Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.
[Erit Provost. Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou Escal. Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive honourable man, prove it.
Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
[To Angelo. Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none; Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and And some condemned for a fault alone. longing (saving your honour's reverence,) for
us all !
stew'd prunes; sir, we had but two in the house, Escal. Well, sir : What did this gentleman which at that very distant time stood, as it were, to her? in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence ; your Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentle=" honours have seen such dishes; they are not man's face : Good master Froth, look upon his China dishes, but very good dishes.
honour ; 'tis for a good purpose :--Doth your Escal. Go to, go to; no matter for the dish, honour mark his face ? sir.
Escal. Ay, sir, very well. Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. therein in the right: but, to the point: As I Escal. Well, I do so.
this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his child, and being great belly'd, and longing, as I face? said, for prunes; and having but two in the Escal. Why, no. dish, as I said, master Froth here, this very Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as Í the worst thing about him: Good then ; if his sy, paying for them very honestly ;-for, as you face be the worst thing about him, how could know, master Froth, I could not give you three- master Froth do the constable's wife any harm ? pence again.
I would know that of your honour. Froth. No, indeed.
Escal. He's in the right : Constable, what say Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be you to it? remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a reprunes.
spected house ; next, this is a respected fellow; Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.
and his mistress is a respected woman. Clo. Why, very well : I telling you then, if Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more reyou be remember'd, that such a one, and such spected person than of us all. a one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked unless they kept very good diet, as I told you. varlet : the time is yet to come, that she was Froth. All this is true.
ever respected with man, woman, or child. Clo. Why, very well then.
Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the he married with her. purpose.- What was done to Elbow's wife, that Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what | Iniquity ?- Is this true ? was done to her.
Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that wicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before yet.
I was married to her! If ever I was respected Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.
with her, or she with me, let not your worship Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your think me the poor duke's officer :-Prove this, honour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action master Froth here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound of battery on thee. a year ; whose father died at Hallowmas : :- Was't Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you not at Hallowmas, master Froth?
might have your action of slander too. Froth, All-hollond eve.
Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths: What is’t your worship’s pleasure I should do He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ; with this wicked caitiff? twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some have a delight to sit: Have you not?
offences in him, that thou wouldst discover if Forth. I have so; because it is an open room, thou couldst, let him continue in his courses, and good for winter.
till thou know'st what they are. Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it: truths.
Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou vara When nights are longest there: I'll take my let; thou art to continue. leave,
Escal. Where were you born, friend ? And leave you to the hearing of the cause ;
[To Froth Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Froth. Here in Vienna, sir. Èscal. I think no less : Good morrow to your Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? lordship
[Exit Angelo. Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir. Now, sir, come on: What was done to Elbow's Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir ? wife, once more ?
[To the Clown. Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her Clo. A tapster ; a poor widow's tapster. ońce.
Escal. Your mistress's name? Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this Clo. Mistress Over-done. man did to my wife.
Escal. Hath she had any more than one hus. Clo. I beseech your honour,-ask me.
Clo. Nine, sir ; Over-done by the last. Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the
Escal. Nine ! _Come hither to me, master office, you had continued in it some time: You Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you say, seven years together? acquainted with tapsters ; they will draw you, Elb. And a half, sir. master Froth, and you will hang them : Get Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! you gone, and let me hear no more of you. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't ;
Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own Are there not men in your ward sufficient to part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, serve it? but I am drawn in.
Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matEscal, Well; no more of it, master Froth: ters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose farewell. [Exit Froth. ]-Come you hither to me for them; I do it for some piece of money, me, master tapster ; what's your name, master and go through with all
. tapster ?
Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of Clo. Pompey.
some six or seven, the most sufficient of your Escal. What else?
parish. Clo. Bum, sir.
Elb. To your worship's house, sir? Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest Escal. To my house : Fare you well. thing about you ; so that, in the beastliest sense,
[Erit Elbow. you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are What's o'clock, think you ? partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour Just. Eleven, sir. it in being a tapster. Are you not ? come, tell Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. me true ; it shall be the better for you.
Just. I humbly thank you. Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; live.
but there's no remedy. Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by be Just. Lord Angelo is severe. ing a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Escal. It is but needful : Pompey ? is it a lawful trade ?
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; But yet,-poor Claudio !—There's no remedy. nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.
[Exeunt. Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youths in the city? Escal. No, Pompey.
SCENE II.-Another room in the same. Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will
Enter Provost and a Servant. to't then: If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear Serv. He's hearing of a cause ; he will come the bawds.
straight. Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I I'll tell him of you. can tell you: It is but heading and hanging. Prov. Pray you, do. (Erit Servant.] I'll know
Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas, way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to He hath but as offended in a dream ! give out a commission for more heads. If this All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest To die for it! house in it, after three-pence a bay: If you live to see this come to pass, say, Pompey told
you so. Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in re Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost ? quital of your prophecy, hark you, I advise Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die toyou, let me not find you before me again upon morrow? any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not where you do : If I do, Pompey, I shall beat order ? you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to Why dost thou ask again? you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you Prov. Lest I might be too rash : whipt: so for this time, Poinpey, fare you well. Under your good correction, I have seen,
Clo. I thank your worship for your good coun- When, after execution, judgment hath
Ang. Go to; let that be mine:
Erit. Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? come hither, master Constable. How long have She's very near her hour. you been in this place of constable ?
Ang. Dispose of her EU. Seven year and a half, sir.
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn’d, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Desires access to you.
Become them with one half so good a grace, Ang. Hath he a sister?
As mercy does. If he had been as you, Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
But he, like you, would not have been so sterna If not already.
Ang. Pray you, begone. Ang. Well, let her be admitted.
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
[Erit Servant. And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus? See you, the fornicatress be remov'd ;
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Let her have needful, but not lavish, means ; And what a prisoner, There shall be order for it.
Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein.
[Aside, Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Prov. Save your honour ! Coffering to retire. And you but waste your words, Ang. Stay a little while.-[To Isab.] You Isab. Alas! alas !
are welcome: What's your will ? Why, all the souls, that were, were forfeit once ; Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, And He, that might the vantage best have took, Please but your honour hear me.
Found out the remedy: How would you be, Ang. Well; what's your suit?
If he, which is the top of judgment, should Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And most desire should meet the blow of justice; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, For which I would not plead, but that I must ; Like man new made. For which I must not plead, but that I am Ang. Be you content, fair maid ; At war, 'twixt will, and will not.
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother : Ang. Well; the matter?
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : It should be thus with him ; he must die toI do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother.
Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !
him, spare him : Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens of it!
We kill the fowl of season ; shall we serve heaven Why, every fault's condemn’d, ere it be done : With less respect than we do minister Mine were the very cypher of a function, To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bem To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.
Who is it that hath died for this offence ? Isab. O just, but severe law !
There's many have committed it. I hada brother then.—Heaven keer your honour ! Lucio, Ay, well said.
[Retiring. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Lucia. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him
hath slept : again, intreat him;
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown ; If the first man, that did the edict infringe, You are too cold : if you should need a pin, Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake; You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, To him, I say.
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, Isab. Must he needs die?
(Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Ang. Maiden, no remedy.
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon Are now to have no successive degrees, him,
But, where they live, to end. And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Isab. Yet, show some pity. Ang. I will not do't.
Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Isab. But can you, if you would ?
For then I pity those I do not know, dng. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; Isab. But might you do't, and do the vuld no And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, wrong,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ; If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse Your brother dies to-morrow: be content, As mine is to him?
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.
sentence; Lucio. You are too cald. [To Isabella. And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent Isab. Too late? why, bo ; I, that do speak a To have a giant's strength; bai it is tyronnous word,
To use it like a giant.
think you :
Isab. Could great men thunder
Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe!
Am that way going to temptation,
[ Aside. Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but where prayers cross. thunder.
Isab. At what hour to-morrow Merciful heaven!
Shall I attend your lordship? Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphuroas bolt, Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Isab. Save your honour ! Than the soft myrtle :-0, but man, proud man!
[Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. Drest in a little brief authority;
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue ! Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or His glassy essence, - like an angry ape,
mine? Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, The tempter, or the tempted, whosins most? Ha! As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is 1,Would all themselves laugh mortal.
That lying by the violet, in the sun, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, relent;
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, He's coming, I perceive't.
That modesty may more betray our sense Prov. Pray heaven, she win him !
Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our enough, self:
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; And pitch our evils there? 0, fy, fy, fy! But, in the less, foul profanation.
What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ? Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' Dost thou desire her foully, for those things that.
That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Thieves for their robbery have authority, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. When judges steal themselves. What do I Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.
love her, Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? That I desire to hear her speak again, Isab. Because authority, though it err like And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? others,
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous That 'skins the vice o' the top: Go to your Is that temptation, that doth goad us on bosom;
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, Knock there, and ask your heart, what it doth With all her double vigour, art, and nature, know
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid That's like my brother's fault: if it confess Subdues me quite :-Ever, till now, A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
[Erit. Against my brother's life. Ang. She speaks, and 'tis
SCENE III.--A room in a prison. Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.--Fare
Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to Duke. Hail to you, provost ! so, I think you Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, lord, turn back.
good friar? Ang. How ! bribe me?
Duke. Bound by my charity, and 'my bless'd Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall order, share with you.
I come to visit the afflicted spirits Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Here in the prison : do me the common right Isab. Not with foul shekels of the tested gold, To let me see them; and to make me know Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, The nature of their crimes, that I may minister As fancy values them: but with true prayers,
To them accordingly. That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Prov. I would do more than that, if more Ere sun-rise ; prayers from preserved souls,
were needful. From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal.
Enter JULIET. Ang. Well : come to me
Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine, To-morrow.
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth, Lucio. Go to ; it is well ; away.
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child ; [Aside to Isabel.' And he, that got it, sentenc'd : a young man