From which we would not have you warp.-Call hither, I say, bid come before us Angelo.

[Exit an Attendant.
What figure of us think you he will bear?
For, you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, drest him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power. What think you of it?

Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
It is lord Angelo

Enter ANGELO.
Duke.

Look, where he comes.
Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will,
I come to know your pleasure.
Duke.

Angelo,
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to th' observer, doth thy history
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee 4.
Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not.

Spirits are not finely touch'd,
But to fine issues 5; nor nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advertise ? :

4

5

THEM on thee.] The old copy reads—“they on thee.” - to fine issues ;] for high purposes. 6 Both thanks and use.) Use of old signified interest of money.

? To one that can my part in him advertise ;] 1. e, to one, says Malone, who is already informed as to the duties of my office.

Hold, therefore, Angelo 8 :
In our remove, be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary:
Take thy commission.
Ang.

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of

my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it. Duke.

No more evasion : We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you ; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion’d Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us; and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well : To the hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions. Ang.

Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way.

Duke. My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple: your scope is as mine own, So to enforce, or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand. . I'll privily away: I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes. Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause, and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,

Fare you

That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.

Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes ! Escal. Lead forth, and bring you back in happiness! Duke. I thank you.

well.

[Exit. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place : A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.

Ang. 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. Escal. I'll wait upon your honour.

[Excunt.

SCENE II.

A Street.

Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen.

Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not to composition with the king of Hungary, why then, all the dukes fall upon the king.

1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's!

2 Gent. Amen.

Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.

2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal?
Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
1 Gent. Why'? 'Twas a commandment to command

the captain and all the rest from their functions: they put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace.

2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.

Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.

2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
1 Gent. What, in metre?
Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language.
1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.

Lucio. Ay; why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as for example; thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.

1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between

us?

Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet : thou art the list.

1 Gent. And thou the velvet : thou art good velvet: thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pild, as thou art pild, for a French velvet? Do I speak feelingly now?

Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech : I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health ; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.

i Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong, have I not?

2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted, or free.

Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us.] A proverbial expression to show that they were both cut off the same piece. It is of common occurrence in our old dramatists.

— as be pild, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet.] The point of this retort depends upon the similarity of sound between pild, in reference to the pile of velvet, and pilld, in reference to a person losing his hair.

Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes 3!

1 Gent. I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to

2 Gent. To what, I pray?
Lucio. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year *.
1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown more.

2 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error: I am sound.

Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.

Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?

Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.

2 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio; signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prison ! 'tis not so.

Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped off. Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it

Art thou sure of this? Bawd. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting madam Julietta with child.