By your renouncement, an immortal Spirit ; As with a Saint. Ifab. You do blafpheme the good, in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus; Your brother and his lover having embrac❜d, As those that feed grow full, as bloffoming time • That from the feedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foyfon; fo her plenteous womb Expreffeth his full tilth and husbandry. İfab. Some one with child by him? Lucio. Is the your coufin? 2. [Fuliet? my coufin Ifab. Adoptedly, as school-maids change their names, By vain, tho' apt, affection. Lucio. She it is. Ifab. O, let him marry her! Lucio. This is the point. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence ; - 4 1 That from the feedness- ] An old word for feed-time. So the lawyers tranflate femen byemale & quadragefimale, by winter feedness, and lent feedness. 2foyfon;] Harveй. Mr. Pope. Falls Falls into forfeit; he arrests him on it; Ifab. Doth he fo Seek for his life? Lucio. H'as cenfur'd him already; Ifab. Alas! what poor Ability's in me, to do him good? And make us lofe the good, we oft might win, As they themselves would owe them. Lucio. But, fpeedily. Ifab. I will about it ftrait; No longer staying, but to give the mother [Exeunt, ACT II. SCENE 1. The PALACE. Enter Angelo, Efcalus, a Justice, and Attendants. W ANGELO. E muft not make a scare-crow of the law, Their pearch, and not their terror. Efcal. Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, 'Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas! this gentleman, Whom I would fave, had a most noble father; Let but your Honour know, Whom I believe to be moft ftrait in virtue, Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose; Ang. Tis one thing to be tempted, Efcalus, The jury, paffing on the prisoner's life, May in the fworn twelve have a thief or two, Guiltier than him they try; what's open made to juftice, That justice seizes on. What know the laws, That thieves do pafs on thieves? 'tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we ftoop and take't, I Than F ALL, and bruife to death.] I fhould rather read FELL,.e. ftrike down. So, in Timon of Athens, All, fave thee, I FELL with curfes. Becaufe Because we fee it; but what we do not fee, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, Efcal. Be't, as your wifdom will. Prov. Here, if it like your Honour. Be executed by nine to morrow morning. Bring him his confeffor, let him be prepar'd; [Exit Prov. Efcal. Well, heav'n forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rife by fin, and fome by virtue fall : Some run through brakes of vice, and answer none; And fome condemned for a fault alone, Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, and Officers. Elb. Come, bring them away; if these be good people in a common-weal, that do nothing but ufe their abuses in common houses, I know no law; bring them away. Ang. How now, Sir, what's your name? and what's the matter? Elb. If it please your Honour, I am the poor Duke's conftable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon juftice, Sir, and do bring in here before your good Honour two notorious benefactors. Ang. Benefactors? well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors? Bb 3 Elb. Elb. If it please your Honour, I know not well what they are; but precife villains they are, that I am fure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good christians ought to have. Efcal. This comes off well; here's a wife officer. Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why doft thou not fpeak, Elbow? Clown. He cannot, Sir; he's out at elbow. Ang. What are you, Sir? Elb. He, Sir? a tapfter, Sir; parcel-bawd; one that ferves a bad woman; whofe houfe, Sir, was, as they fay, pluckt down in the fuburbs; and now the profeffes a hot-house; which, I think, is a very ill houfe too. Efcal. How know you that? Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I deteft before heav'n and your Honour, Efcal. How! thy wife? Elb. Ay, Sir; whom, I thank heav'n, is an honeft woman; Efcal. Doft thou deteft her therefore? Elb. I fay, Sir, I will deteft my self alfo, as well as fhe, that this houfe, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty houfe. Efcal. How doft thou know that, constable? Elb. Marry, Sir, by my wife; who, if fhe had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accufed in fornication, adultery, and all uncleannefs there. Efcal. By the woman's means? Elb. Ay, Sir, by mistress Over-done's means, but as fhe fpit if his face, fo the defy'd him." Clown. Sir, if it please your Honour, this is not fo. Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honour. able man, prove it. Efcal, Do you hear how he mifplaces? Clown. |