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Our corn's to reap, for yet our tithe's' to sow.
SCENE II-A room in the prison. Enter
One has my pity; not a jot the other,
Prov. Come hither, sirrah: can you cut off man's head?
Clo. If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can: but if he be a married man, he is his wife's head, and I When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones: can never cut off a woman's head. He will not wake.
Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
Prov. Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and Who can do good on him? yield me a direct answer. To-morrow morning Well, go, prepare yourself. But hark, what noise? [Knocking within. are to die Claudio and Barnardine: here is in our prison a common executioner, who in his office Heaven give your spirits comfort! [Exit Claudio. lacks a helper: if you will take it on you to assist By and by:him, it shall redeem you from your gyves;2 if not, I hope it is some pardon, or reprieve, you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and For the most gentle Claudio.-Welcome, father. your deliverance with an unpitied whipping; for you have been a notorious bawd.
Duke. The best and wholesomest spirits of the
Prov. It is a bitter deputy.
Abhor. A bawd, sir? Fie upon him, he will dis-To qualify in others: were he meal'd
Prov. Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather But this being so, he's just.-Now are they come.will turn the scale. [Knocking within-Provost goes out.
Clo. Pray, sir, by your good favour (for, surely, This is a gentle provost: Seldom, when sir, a good favour you have, but that you have a The steeled gaoler is the friend of men. hanging look,) do you call, sir, your occupation a How now? What noise? That spirit's possess'd mystery?
Clo. Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd, time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I would be glad to receive some instruction from my fellow partner.
Prov. What ho, Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?
Abhor. Do you call, sir?
Prov. Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you tomorrow in your execution: if you think him meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you: if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him he cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
Abhor. Ay, sir; a mystery.
Clo. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery: but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hang'd, I cannot imagine.
Abhor. Sir, it is a mystery.
That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.
Provost returns, speaking to one at the door.
Prov. There he must stay, until the officer
Duke. Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
Abhor. Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be too little for your thief, your true an thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so every true] man's apparel fits your thief.
None, sir, none, Duke. As near the dawning, Provost, as it is, You shall hear more ere morning.
Prov. Are you agreed?
Clo. Sir, I will serve him; for I do find, your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth oftener ask forgiveness.
Prov. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe, to-morrow four o'clock.
Enter a Messenger.
Abhor. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
Mess. My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this further charge, that you swerve not from
Clo. I do desire to learn, sir; and, I hope, if you the smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, have occasion to use me for your own turn, you nor other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as Í shall find me yare: for, truly, sir, for your kind- take it, it is almost day. ness, I owe you a good turn.
Prov. Call hither, Barnardine and Claudio:
Prov. I shall obey him.
[Exit Messenger. purchased by such [Aside.
Duke. O, death's a great disguiser: and you may add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say, it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his death; you know, the course is
For which the pardoner himself is in: Hence hath offence his quick celerity, When it is borne in high authority: When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended, That for the fault's love, is the offender friended.common. If any thing fall to you upon this, more Now, sir, what news? than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom profess, I will plead against it with my life. Prov. Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.
Prov. I told you: Lord Angelo, belike, thinking me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting on: methinks, strangely; for he hath not used it before.
Duke. Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy?
Prov. To him, and to his substitutes. Duke. You will think you have made no offence, the duke avouch the justice of your dealing? Prov. But what likelihood is in that? Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor my persuasion, can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the duke. You know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you. Prov. I know them both.
Duke. Pray you, let's hear.
Prov. [Reads.] Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnardine: if for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let this be duly perform'd;| with a thought, that more depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril. What say you to this, sir?
Dake. What is that Barnardine, who is to be
executed in the afternoon?
Duke. The contents of this is the return of the
Prov. A Bohemian born; but here nursed up and bred: one that is a prisoner nine years old.2 Duke. How came it, that the absent duke had duke; you shall anon over-read it at your pleanot either deliver'd him to his liberty, or executed sure; where you shall find, within these two days him? I have heard, it was ever his manner to do so. he will be here. This is a thing, that Angelo Prov. His friends still wrought reprieves for knows not: for he this very day receives letters of him and, indeed, his fact, till now in the govern-strange tenor; perchance, of the duke's death; ment of lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful perchance, entering into some monastery; but, by proof. chance, nothing of what is writ.-Look, the un folding star calls up the shepherd: put not your self into amazement, how these things should be. all difliculties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardine's
Duke. Is it now apparent?
Prov. Most manifest, and not denied by himself. Duke. Hath he borne himself penitently in prison? How seems he to be touch'd'? Prov. A man that apprehends death no more head: I will give him a present shrift, and advise dreadfully, but as a drunken sleep; careless, reck-him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but less, and fearless of what's past, present, or to this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it come; insensible of mortality, and desperately is almost clear dawn. [Exeunt. mortal. SCENE III-Another room in the same. Enter Clown.
Duke. He wants advice.
Prov. He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty of the prison; give him leave to escape Clo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our hence, he would not: drunk many times a day, if house of profession: one would think, it were misnot many days entirely drunk. We have very tress Over-done's own house, for here be many of often awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, her old customers. First, here's young master Rash; and show'd him a seeming warrant for it: it hath he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old not mov'd him at all. ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which
Duke. More of him anon. There is written in he made five marks, ready money: marry, then, your brow, provost, honesty and constancy: If I ginger was not much in request, for the old women read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; were all dead. Then is there here one master Cabnt in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay my-per, at the suit of master Three-pile the mercer, for self in hazard. Claudio, whom here you have a some four suits of peach-colour'd satin, which now warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the law peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young than Angelo who hath sentenced him: to make Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and master you understand this in a manifested effect, I crave Copper-spur, and master Starve-lackey the rapier but four days respite; for the which you are to do and dagger-man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd me both a present and a dangerous courtesy. lusty Pudding, and master Forthright the tilter, and brave master Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild Half-cann that stabb'd Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now for the Lord's sake.
Prov. Pray, sir, in what?
Duke. In the delaying death.
Prov. Alack! how may I do it? having the hour limited; and an express command, under penalty, to deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest.
Duke. By the vow of mine order, I warrant you, if my instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine be this morning executed, and his head be borne to Angelo.
Prov. Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour."
(1) Spur, incitement. (2) Nine years in prison.
be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death. Barnar. [Within.] Away, you rogue, away; am sleepy.
Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly too.
Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are] executed, and sleep afterwards.
Both Barnardine and Claudio: Ere twice
Prov. I am your free dependant.
Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
Clo. Very ready, sir. Barnar. How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?
Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come. Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all night, I am not fitted for't.
Clo. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.
Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out.
Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his The provost, he shall bear them,-whose contents
Duke. But hear you,
Barnar. Not a word; if you have any thing to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day. [Exit.
Duke. Unfit to live, or die: O, gravel heart!-
To save me from the danger that might come,
Quick, despatch, [Exil Provost.
And send the head to Angelo.
Duke. Let this be done;-Put them in secret holds,
(1) The antipodes.
(2) Your heart's desire.
Abhor. Look you, sir, here comes your ghostly father; do we jest now, think you? Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise But I will keep her ignorant of her good, you, comfort you, and pray with you. To make her heavenly comforts of despair, When it is least expected.
Barnar. Friar, not I; I have been drinking hard all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not consent to die this day, that's certain.
Duke. O, sir, you must: and therefore, I beseech you,
Look forward on the journey you shall go.
Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for any Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon? Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man.
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the
His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.
Isab world audio! Wretched Isabel!
Most damned Angelo!
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot:
The duke comes home to-morrow ;-nay, dry your
Isah. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here!
Isab. Ho, by your leave.
Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
I am combined by a sacred vow,
But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd,
Not within, sir.
Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine With ransom of such shame. Would yet he heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be had liv'd! tient: I am fain to dine and sup with water and Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, bran; I dare not for ny head fill my belly; one Nothing goes right; we would and we would not. fruitful meal would set me to't: But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel,
I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of SCENE V.-Fields without the town. dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter. [Exit Isabella. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden| to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. [Giving letters. Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest And hold you ever to our special drift:
Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day.
Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
Though sometimes you do blench" from this to that,
Duke. You have told me too many of him ready, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.
Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well.
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the Jane's end: If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it: Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.A room in Angelo's house. Enter Angelo and Escalus.
The law against it!-But that her tender shame
It shall be speeded well. [Exit Friar. Enter Varrius.
Duke. Did you such a thing?
Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste;
Lucio. Yes, marry, did : but was fain to for- Come, we will walk: There's other of our friends swear it; they would else have married me to the Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exe.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray Heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there? Escal. I guess not.
For my authority bears a credent' bulk,
Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath dis-I
SCENE VI.-Street near the city gate. Enter
Isabella and Mariana.
(1) Go. (2) Contradicted. (3) Figure and rank.
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath;
That's bitter to sweet end.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injus- Where you may have such vantage on the duke, tice, they should exhibit their petitions in the streetle shall not pass you: Twice have the trumpets Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a sounded;
O, peace; the friar is come.
Enter Friar Peter.
F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from The generous and gravest citizens
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd:
Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well. [Exit.
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!
SCENE I-A public place near the city gate. Mariana (reiled,) Isabella, and Peter, at a distance. Enter at opposite doors, Duke, Varrius, Lords; Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.
Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met:--
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both.
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
Friar Peter and Isabella come forward.
F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and
Isab. Justice, O, royal duke! Vail' your regard
Till you have heard me in my true complaint,
Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice ;
O, worthy duke,
Or wring redress from you: hear me, O, hear me,
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I
That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange?
A hypocrite, a virgin-violator
By mine honesty,
O, gracious duke,
Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio,
Was sent to by my brother: One Lucio
That's I, an't like your grace :
That's he indeed.
Duke. You were not bid to speak.
Nor wish'd to hold my peace.
No, my good lord;
I wish you now then;
Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong
To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
The phrase is to the matter.
Duke. Mended again: the matter:-Proceed.
Nay, ten times strange. To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo,
That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impos-
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
(1) Lower. (2) Habits and characters of office.
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
This is most likely!