Such goodness of your juftice, that our foul Ang. You make my bonds ftill greater. Duke. Oh, your defert speaks loud; and I should To lock it in the wards of covert bosom, Peter. Now is your time: fpeak loud, and kneel Ifab. Juftice, O royal Duke! vail your regard 'Till you have heard me in my true complaint, Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be brief: Here is lord Angelo fhall give you justice; Reveal yourself to him. Ifab. Oh, worthy Duke, You bid me feek redemption of the devil: Hear me your felf, for that which I must speak Or wring redrefs from you: oh, hear me, hear me. 1 Ifab. Courfe of juftice! Ang. And fhe will speak most bitterly, and ftrange. Duke. Nay, it is ten times ftrange. Duke. Away with her: poor foul, Ifab. O Prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st That thou neglect me not; with that opinion In all his dreffings, caracts, titles, forms, Duke. By mine honesty, If fhe be mad, as I believe no other, Ifab. Gracious Duke, Harp not on That; nor do not banish reason To make the truth appear, where it seems hid; ■ And hide the false, seems trus.] We should read Not hide. Duke. Duke. Many, that are not mad, Have, fure, more lack of reason. What would you say? Ifab. I am the fifter of one Claudio, Was fent to by my brother; one Lucio, Lucio. That's I, an't like your Grace: Ifab. That's he, indeed. Duke. You were not bid to fpeak? [To Lucio. Lucio. No, my good lord, nor wifh to hold my peace. Duke. I wish you now then; Pray you, take note of it: and when you have A business for your felf; pray heav'n, you then Lucio. I warrant your Honour. Duke. The warrant's for your felf; take heed to't. Duke. It may be right, but you are in the wrong Ifab. I went To this pernicious caitiff Deputy. Duke. That's fomewhat madly fpoken. The phrafe is to the matter. Duke. Mended again: the matter;-proceed. To To his concupifcent intemp❜rate luft, Release my brother? and after much debatement, And I did yield to him: But the next morn betimes, Duke. This is most likely ! 2 Ifab. Oh, that it were as like, as it is true! Or elfe thou art fuborn'd against his honour Stands without blemish; next, it imports no reason, Ifab. And is this all? Then, oh, you bleffed minifters above! Keep me in patience; and with ripen'd time, 3 In countenance: Heav'n fhield your Grace from woe, As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go. Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone. An officer; To prison with her. Shall we thus permit Who knows that Lodowick? 2 Oh, that it were as like, as it is true!] Like is not here used for probable, but for feemly. She catches at the Duke's word, and turns it to another fenfe; of which there are a great many examples in Shakespear, and the writers of that time. 3 In countenance:] i. e. in partial favour. Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a medling Friar; I do not like the man; had he been Lay, my lord, For certain words he fpake against your Grace In your retirement, I had fwing'd him foundly. Duke. Words against me? this is a good Friar, belike; And to fet on this wretched woman here Against our Substitute! let this Friar be found. Lucio. But yefternight, my lord, she and that Friar, I faw them at the prison: a sawcy Friar, A very fcurvy fellow. Peter. Bleffed be your royal Grace! I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Duke. We did believe no lefs. Know you that Friar Lodowick, which the speaks of? Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy; Not fcurvy, nor a temporary medler, As he's reported by this gentleman; And, on my Truft, a man that never yet Did, as he vouches, mifreport your Grace. Lucio. My lord, moft villainously; believe it. To speak as from his mouth, what he doth know • Whenever he's convented. First, for this woman; Το 4 Whenever he's CONVEN'D.] The firft Folio reads CONVENTED, and this is right: for to convene fignifics to affemble; but convent, to cite, or fummons. Yet, because convented hurts the measure, the Oxford Editor sticks to conven'd, tho' it be nonsense, and fignifies, Whenever he is assembled together. But thus it will be, when the |