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To do it blander: and to behold his sway, To teeming foison ;' even so her plenteous womb I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prythce, Isab. Some one with child by him ?--My cousin Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
Juliet ? How I may formally in person bear me
Lucio. Is she your cousin ? Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Isab. Adoptedly: as school-maids change their At our more leisure shall I render you ;
names, Only, this one :-Lord Angelo is precise ; By vain though apt affection. Stands at a guard' with envy; scarce consesses
She it is. That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Isab. O, let him marry her! Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see,
This is the point. If power change purpose, what our seemers be. The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
(Exeunt. Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand, and hope of action : but we do learn SCENE V.A nunnery. Enter Isabella and By those that know the very nerves of state, Francisca.
His givings out were of an infinite distance Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges ? And with full line of his authority,
From his true-meant design. Upon his place, Fren. Are not these large enough? Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood But rather wishing a more strict restraint
The wanton stings and motions of the sense ; Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare.
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
Which have, for long, run by the hideous law, You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn :
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life When you have vow'd, you must not speak with Falls into forfeit : he arrests him on it; men,
And follows close the rigour of the statute, But in the presence of the prioress :
To make him an example: all hope is gone, Then, if you speak, you must not show your face ; Unless you have the grace" by your fair prayer Or, if you show your face, you must not speak.
To soften Angelo: and that's my pith He calls again; I pray you answer him. or business 'twixt you and your poor brother.
Isab. Doth he so seek his life? Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls ? Lucio.
Has censur'de him Enter Lucio.
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.
To do him good ?
Assay the power you have, As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,A novice of this place, and the fair sister
Our doubts are traitors, To her unhappy brother Claudio ?
And make us lose the good we oft might win, Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; By fearing to attempt: go to lord Angelo, The rather, for I now must make you know And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, I am that Isabella, and his sister.
Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly All their petitions are as freely theirs greets you:
As they themselves would owe them. Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Isab. I'll see what I can do. Isab. Wo me? For what?
But speedily. Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his, Isab. I will about it straight; judge,
No longer staying but to give the mother! He should receive his punishment in thanks : Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you : Ile hath got his friend with child.
Commend me to my brother : soon at night Isab. Sir, make me not your story.?
I'll send him certain word of my success. Lucia.
It is true. Lucio, I take my leave of you. I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin
Good sir, adieu. With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
[Exeuni. Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so: I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted ; By your renouncement, an immortal spirit; And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
ACT II. As with a saint. Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking SCENE I. hall in Angelo's house. Enter
Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, Officers, and Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, attendants.
Plis thus :
Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law
Their perch, and not their terror. (1) On his defence. (2) Do not make a jest of me. 13) In few and true words. (4) Breeding plenty, (7) Power of gaining favour. (8) Sentenced, (5) Tilling. (6) Extent.
Hare, (10) Abbess, (11) Scare,
Ay, but yet Escal. How know you that? Let us be kech, and rather cut a little
Ell. My wise, sir, whom I detestii before hea. Than fall, and bruise to death: alas! this gentleman, ven and your honour, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Escal. How ! thy wife? Let but your honour know!
Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaten, is an (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,)
honest woman, Thai, in the working of your own affections,
Escal. Dost thou detcst her therefore ? Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well Or that the resolute acting of your blood as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Whether you had not sometime in your life Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Elb. Marry, sir, by my wile; who, if she had And pull'd the law upon you.
been a woman cardinally given, might have been Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliAnother thing to fall. I not deny,
ness there. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
Escal. By the woman's means ? May, in the sworn twelve, have a thiet' or two Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means: Guiltier than him they try: what's open made to but as she spit in his face, so she dcfied himo. justice,
Clo. Sir, ir it picase your honour, this is not so. That justice scizes. What know the laws, Elb. Prove it before these varlcts here, thou That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very preg- honourable man, prove it. nant,
Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,
(To Angelo. Because we see it; but what we do not see, Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longWe tread upon, and never think of it.
ing (saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd You may not so extenuate his offence,
prunes : sir, we had but two in the house, which at For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit. When I, that censure him, do so offend, dish, a dish of some three-pence: your honours have Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, seen such dishes; they urc not China dishes, but And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. very good dishes. Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
Escal. Go to, go to: no maiter for the dish, sir. Ang.
Where is the provost ? Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are thereProv. Ilere, if it like your honour.
fore in the right: but, to the point : as I say, this Ang.
See that Claudio mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and beBe executed by nine to-morrow morning :
ing great belly'd, ard longing, as I said, for prunes; Bring him his const-ssor, let him be prepar'd;. and having but two in the dish, as I said, master For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage." (Ex. Prov.Froth here, this very man, having caten the rest, as Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; us all!
--for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: you three-pence again. Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none;
Froth. No, indeed. And some condemned for a fault alone.
Clo. Very well : you being then, if you be re
member'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Oficers, &c.
prunes. Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good
Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. people in a common weal," that do nothing but use be remember'a, that such a one, and such a one,
Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you their abuses in common houses, I know no law; bring them away.
were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and kept very good diet, as I told you.
Froth. All this is true. what's the matter? Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor
Clo. Why, very well then. duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do
Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purlean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before pose.-What was done to Elbow's wife, that he your good honour two notorious benefactors.
hath causc to complain of ? Come me to what was
done to her. Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they are they not malefactors?
Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.
Cla Sir, but you shall come to it, by your howhat they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the pour's leave: and I beseech you, look into master world, that good Christians ought to have.
Froth here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year; Escal. This comes off' well;' here's a wise officer. whose father died at Hallowmas :-Was't not al Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow Hallowmas, master Froth ?
Froth. All-ballond 1eve. is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow? Clo. He cannot, sir ; he's out at elbow.
Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths : Ang. What are you, sir ?
he, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower! chair, sir ;. Elh, He, sir? a tapster, sir ; parcello-bawd;
one have a delight to sit: have you not?
'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, pluck”d down in the suburbs, and now and good for winter:
Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, she professes!! a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.
(1) Examine. (2) Suited. (3) Pass judgment. (9) Well told. (10) Partly. (11) Keeps a bagnio, 14) Plain. (5) Because, (6) Sentence. (12) For protest, (13) Eve of All Saints day, 1) Thickest, thorny paths of vice, (8) Wealth (14) Easy,
Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here bel Clo. Mistress Over-done. truths.
Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband ? Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. When nights are longest there: I'll take my leare,l. Escal. Nine!--Come hither to me, master Froth, And leave you to the hearing of the cause ;
Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. with tapsters, they will draw you, master Froth, Escal. I think no less : good morrow to your and you will hang them: get you gone, and lot lordship.
[Exit Angelo. me hear no more of you. Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own wife, once more?
part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her but I am drawn in.
Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: fareElb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man well. (Exit Froth.)-Come you hither to me, did to my wife?
master tapster; what's your name, master tapster ? Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me.
Clo. Pompey: Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Escal. What else?
Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Bum, sir. face:-Good master Froth, look upon his honour; Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest 'tis for a good purpose: doth your honour mark thing about you; so that, in the beastlicst sense, you his face?
are Pompey the great. 'Pompey, you are partly a Escal. Ay, sir, very well.
bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall Escal. Well, I do so.
be the better for you. Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face? Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Escal. Why, no.
live. Clo. I'll be suppos'd' upon a book, his face is Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being the worst thing about him: good then; if his face a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pombe the worst thing about him, how could master pey? is it a lawful trade? froth do the constable's wife any harm ? I would Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. know that of your honour.
Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. you to it?
Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay El. First, an it like you, the house is a re- all the youth in the city?' » spected house ; next, this is a respected fellow;
Escal. No, Pompey. and his mistress is a respected woman.
Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more to't then: if your worship will take order for the respected person than any of us all.
drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked var- bawds. let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever re Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can spected with man, woman, or child.
tell you: it is but heading and hanging. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that married with her.
way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to Escal. Which is the wiser here ? justice, or ini- give out a commission for more heads. If this law quity ?? Is this true ?
hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wick- in it, after three-pence'a bay: if you live to solo ed Hannibal !) I respected with her, before I was this come to pass, say Pompey told you so. married to her ? If ever I was respected with her, Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in reor she with me, let not your worship think me the quital of your prophecy, hark you,-1 advise you, poor duke's officer:-Prove this, thou wicked Han- let me not find you before me again upon any comnibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you
Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, might have your action of slander too.
and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain deal Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: ing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this what is't your worship's pleasure I should do with time Pompey, fare you well. this wicked caitiff"?
Clo. I thank your worship for your good counEscal. Truly, officer, because he hath some of- sel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune fences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou shall better determine. couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade ; know'st what they are.
Tho valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Ex. Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:-thou Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon hither, master Constable. How long have you thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou been in this place of constable ? art to continue.
Elb. Seven years and a hall, sir. Escal, Where were you born, friend? (To Froth. Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, Froth. Here, in Vienna, sir.
you had continued in it some time: You say, seven Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year?
years together? Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.
Elb. And a hall, sir. Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir ?
Escal. Alas! it' hath been great pains to you!
(To the Clown. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are Clo. A tapster : a poor widow's tapster. there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Escal. Your mistress's name?
Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters >
(1) Deposed, sworn. (2) Constable or Clown.
(3) For cannibal.
as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for For which I muet not plead, but that I am
Well, the matter? Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of Isab. I have a brother is condemn' to die : somne six
or seren, the most sufficient of your parish. I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Eld. To your worship's house, sir ?
And not my brother. Escal. To my house: Fare you well. [Exit Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you ?
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it' Just. Eleven, sir.
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it he done:
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record,
O just, but severe law! Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour ! Escal. It is but needful:
(Retiring. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so :
Lucio. (To Isab.] Give't not o'cr so: to him Pardon is still the nurse of second wo:
again, entreat him ; But yet,-Poor Claudio !—There's no remedy.
Kneel down before him, hung upon his gown; Come, sir.
[Exeunt. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: SCENE II.-- Another room in the same, Enter To him, I say. Provost ad a Servant.
Isab. Must he nceds die ?
Ang. Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come
Maiden, no remedy.
Isub. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, straight. I'll tell him of you.
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Prov. Pray you, do. (Exit Servant.) I'll know
Ang. I will not do’t.
Isab. His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas,
But can you, if you would ? He hath but as offended in a dream!
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no To die for it!
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse! Enter Angelo.
As mine is to him? Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost ?
Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
[To Isabella. Ang. Did I not tell thee, yca ? hadst thou not may call it back again : Well believe this,
Isab. Too late? why, no; 1, that do speak a word, order ? Why dost thou ask again?
No ceremony that to great oncs 'longs, Prov. Lest I might be too rash: The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under your good correction, I have seen, When, after execution, judgment hath
Become them with one hall so good a grace, Repented o'er his doom.
As mercy docs. If he had been as you, Ang. Go to; let that be mine; But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spard.
Ang. Pray you, begone.
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Prov.
I crave your honour's pardon.-
I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
Dispose of her
And what a prisoner. To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. (Aside
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.
Alas! alag! Desires access to you. Ang. Ilath he a sister?
And He that might the vantage best have took, Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, Torre, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are? O, think on that; Ang. Well
, let her be admitted. (Ex. Serv. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, See you the fornicatress be remov'd;
Like man new made. Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
Be you content, fair maid: There shall be order for it.
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him ;-Ile must die to-mor-
spare him: Isab. I am a woful suiior to your honour, He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Please but your honour hear me,
We kill the fowl of season ;) shall we serve heaven Ang.
Well; what's your suit? With less respect than we do minister hele Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; Who is it that hath died for this offence ? (1) Pits. (2) Be assured,
(3) When in scason,
There's many have committed it.
Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Lucio.
Ay, well said. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested' gold, Ing. The law hath not been dead, though it Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, hath slept:
As fancy values them; but with true prayers, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, If the first inan that did the cdict infringe, Ere sun-rise ; prayers froin preserved“ souls, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, To nothing lemporal. Lovks in a glass, that shows what future evils Ang.
Well; come to me (Either now, or by remissness new-conceivid, To-morrow. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Lucio. Go to; it is well ; away. [Aside to Isab. Are now to have no successive degrccs,
Isab. Hcaven keep your honour safe! But, where they live, to end.
Amen: for I Isab.
Yet show some pity. Am that way going to templation, [Aside. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Where prayers cross. For then I pity those I do not know,
At what hour to-morrow Which a disiniss'd offence would after gall; Shall I attend your lordship? And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Ang.
At any time 'fore noon. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;
Isab. Save your honour! (Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro. Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !-Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What's this ? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? sentence:
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent
Not shc; nor doth she tempt: but it is 1,
Do, as the carrion docs, not as the flower,
That's well said. Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Isab. Could grcat men thunder
That modesty may more betray our sense As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quict, Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground For every pelting' petty officer,
enough, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, thunder.
And pitch our evils there?s 0, fie, fie, fie! Merciful heaven !
Whai dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ? Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Split'st thc unwedgeable and gnarled? oak, That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Than the soft myrtie :-0, but man, proud man! Thieves for their robbery' have authority, Drest in a little brief authority;
When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, Most ignorant of what he's most assurd, That I desire to hear her speak again, His glassy essence,--like an angry ape,
And seast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on? Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; To sin in loving yirtue : never could the strumpet, Ile's coming, I perceive't.
With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Pror.
Pray heaven, she win him! Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Subdues me quite' ;-Ever, till now, Great men may jest with saints : ’lis wit in them; When men were fond, I sinil'd, and wonder'd how. But, in less, foul profanation.
(Exit. Lucio. Thou art in the right, girl ; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, SCENE III.- A room in a prison. Enter Duke, Which in the soldier is ulat blasphemy.
habited like a Friar, and Provost. Lucio, Art advis'do that? more on't. ins. Why do you put these sayings upon me?
Duke. Hail to you, provost ; so, I think you are, Isab. Because authority, though it crr like others, Prov. Tam the provost : What's your will, good Hath vet a kind of medicine in itself,
friar ? That skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know
order, That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
I come to visit the aflicted spirits A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Ilere in the prison : do ine the common right Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
To let me see them; and to make me know Against my brother's life.
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister She speaks, and 'tis
To them accordingly. Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. -Fare
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were you well.
necdlul. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Enter Juliet. Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to-morrow.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, Who falling in the flames of her own youth, turn back.
Hath blister'd her report : She is with child ; Ang. How! bribe me?
And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
Than die for this.
When must he die ?
(5) See 2 Kings, X. 27.