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that Angelo knows not: for he this very day receives letters of strange tenor; perchance, of the duke's death; perchance, entering into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd: Put not yourself into amazement, how these things should be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner,and off with Barnardine's head: I will give him a present shrift, and advise him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you.hard all night, and I will have more time to Barnar. Friar, not I; I have been drinking Come away; it is almost clear dawn. [Exeunt, prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains SCENE III. Another Room in the same. with billets: I will not consent to die this Enter Clown.. day, that's certain..

Clo. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hang'd betimes in the morn ing, may sleep the sounder all the next day. Enter DUKE PR

ghostly father; Do we jest now, think you? Abhor. Look you, sir, here comes your Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort you, and pray with you.

here's

Clo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our house of profession: one would think, it were mistress Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, young master Rash; he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, nine score and seventeen pounds; of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then, ginger was not much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is there here one master Caper, at the suit of master Threepile the mercer, for some four suits of peachcolour'de satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and master Copper-spur, and master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger-man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd lusty Pudding, and master Forthright the tilter, and brave master Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild, Half-can Shot stabb'd Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now for the Lord's sake.

Enter ABHORSON.

Duke. O, sir, you must: and therefore, I beseech you,

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Look forward on the journey you shall go.
Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for
any man's persuasion.
Duke. But hear you,
Barnar. Not a word; if you have any
thing to say to me, come to my wardy for
thence will not I to-day. nobi [Exiti

Enter Provost.

Duke. Unfit to live,or die: 0,gravel heart!After him, fellows; bring him to the block.

Prov.

[Exeunt ABHORSON and Clown.
Prov. Now,sir,how do you find the prisoner?
Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for
And, to transport him in the mind he is, [death;
Were damnables gai dự pve I now and
Here in the prison, father,
There died this morning of a cruel feveri
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirates
A man of Claudio's years; his beard, and head,
Just of his colour: What if we do omitt
MoThis reprobate, till he were well inclined
And satisfy the deputy with the visage bo
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio? [vides!

Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Clo. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hang'd, master Barnardine!

Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine! Barnar. [Within.] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that noise there? What are you? Clo. Your friends, sir; the hangman: You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death. Barnar. [Within.] Away, you rogue, away; I am sleepy.

Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly too.

Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards. Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.

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Enter BARNARDINE.
Abhor. Is the axe upon the blocky sirrah ?
Clo. Very ready, sir.

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Barnar. How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?

Duke. O, 'tis an accident that heaven pro-
Despatch it presently; the hour draws on
Prefix'd by Angelo: See, this be done,
And sent according to command; whiles I
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die
Prou This shall be done, good father,
presently. of
But Barnardine must die this afternoon:
And how shall we continue Claudio,
To save me from the danger that might come,
If he were known alive?
[holds,
Duke. Let this be done;-Put them in secret
Both Barnardine and Claudio: Ere twice
The sun hath made his journal greeting to
The under generation, you shall find
Your safety manifested.

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Prov. I am your free dependant.
Duke
Quick, despatch,
And send the head to Angelo. [Exit Proyost.
Now will I write letters to Angelo, [tents
The provost, he, shall bear them,-whose con-
Shall witness to him, I am near at home;
And that, by great injunctions, I am bound.
To enter publicly: him I'll desire()
To meet me at the consecrated fount,
A league below the city; and from thence,
The antipodes.

Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the

warrant's come.

Burnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all night, I am not fitted for't.

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Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. Duke. Convenient is it: Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things, That want no ear but yours.

Prov. Pil make all speed. [Exit. Isab. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here! [know, Duke. The tongue of Isabel:-She's come to If yet her brother's pardon be come hither But I will keep her ignorant of her good, To make her heavenly comforts of despair, When it is least expected..

Enter ISABELLA..

Isab, Ho, by your leave. [cious daughter. Duke. Good morning to you, fair and graIsab. The better, given me by so holy a man. Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon? Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the His head is off, and sent to Angelo. [world; Isab. Nay, but it is not so. It is no other:

Duke.
Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close
patience.
[eyes.
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his
Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel!
Injurious world! Most damned Angelo! [jot:
Duke. This nor burts him, nor profits you a
Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
Mark what I say; which you shall find
By every syllable, a faithful verity:
The duke comes home to-morrow;-nay, dry
your eyes;

One of our convent, and his confessor,
Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried
Notice to Escalus and Angelo;

Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom

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In that good path that I would wish it go; And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart, And general honour.

Isab.

I am directed by you. Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give; 'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return: Say, by this token, I desire his company At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours,

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Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives hot in them.

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him for...

Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.

Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.

Lucio. I was once before him for getting a

wench with child.

Duke. Did yon such a thing?..

Lucio. Yes, marry, did I : but was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.

Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well.

Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it: Nay, friar, a kind of burr, I shall stick.

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[Exeunt.

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Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver fus from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us. [claim'd:

I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self, I am combined by a sacred vow, [letter: And shall be absent. Wendt you with this Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not my holy order, If I pervert your course.-Who's here? Enter LuCIO.

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Ang. Well, I beseech y, let it be proBetimes i' the morn, I'll call ou at your house: Give notice to such men of sort and suitŷ, As are to meet him.

Escul. I shall, sir: fare you well. [Exit. Aug. Good night. ----pregnant, This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unAnd dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

The law against it!-But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, How might she tongue me? Yet reason dares

..her?-no:

Contradicted.

+ Go.
Calls, challenges her to do it.

Figure and rank.

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Enter VARRIUS.

For my authority bears a credent♦ bulk,, :
That no particular scandal once can touch,

But it confounds the breathert. He should come,

have liv'd,

[sense, Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge, By so receiving a dishonour'd life, [bad liv'd! With ransome of such shame. 'Would yet he Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would Exit.

not.

SCENE V.Fields without the Town. Enter DUKE in his own habit, and Friar PETER.

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to that,

Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. Giving letters, The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift; Though sometimes you do blench from, this [house, As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius And tell him where I stay: give the like notice, To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate; But send me Flavius first. F. Peter.

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It shall be speeded well. Exit Friar.

SCENE.I.

Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste:

[friends

we will walk There's other of our Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Street near the City Gate.
Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath;
I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
That is your part yet I'm advis'd to do it;
He says, to veil fully purpose.
Mariz
Be rul'd by him. [ture
Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradven-
He speak against me on the adverse side,
I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic,
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, friar Peter-11
Isab.

O, peace; the friar is come.
Enter Friar PETER.

FPeter. Come, I have found you out a

stand most fit,

[duke, Where you may have such vantage on the He shall not pass you; Twice have the trumpets sounded;

The generous and gravest citizens
Have hent the gates, and very near upon
The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away.
[Exeunt.

ACT V.

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Ang. You make my bonds still greater. Duke. O, your desert speaks loud, and I should wrong itot

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To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass!!
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of oblivion: Give me your hand
And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within.-Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you a on

PETER and ISABELLA come forward. F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel before him.

Credit unquestionable.

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Isab. Justice, O, royal duke! Vailt your regards

Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object,
Till you have heard me in my true complaint,
And given me, justice, justice, justice, justice!
Duke. Relate your wrongs: In what? By
whom? Be brief:
Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice;
Reveal yourself to him.
Isab.
" O, worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believ'd,
Or wring redress from you; hear
hear me, O, hear
me, here. 24

[firm:

Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not She hath been a suitor to me for her brother, Cut off by course of justice.

Isab. By course of justice! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange.) [I speak : Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange? That Angelo's a murderer; i'st not strange? That Angelo is an adulterous thief, An hypocrite, a virgin-violator; Is it not strange, and strange?

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Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To the end of reckoning to
Duke. Away with her: Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou
.. ..believ'st

There is another comfort than this world,)
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness: make not
impossible

[sible, That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impos But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute, As Angelo; even so may Angelo, T In all his dressings characts, titles, forms, Be an arch-villain: believe it, royal prince, If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, Had I more name for badness.

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Duke By mine, honesty, If she be mad, (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing on thing, As e'er I heard in madness...

Isab O, gracious duke, Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason For inequality: but let your reason serve To make the truth appear, where it seems hid; And hide the false, seems true,

Duke. Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason.-What would you say?

Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio, / T Condenın'd upon the act of fornication To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo I, in probation of a sisterhood, Was sent to by my brother; One, Lucio, } As then the messenger Lucio.

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That's I, an't like your grace: I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her To try ber gracious fortune with lord Angelo, For her poor brother's pardon. Isab That's he, indeed. Duke. You were not bid to speak. Lucio. No, my good lord

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this was of much length,) the vile con-
clusión

I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust, [ment,
Release my brother; and, after much debate-
My sisterly remorset confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: But the next morn
1939 betimes,

His purpose surfeiting, he sends a
For my poor brother's head.

warrant

Duke. A 41 This is most likely !
Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true!
Duke. By heaven, fondy wretch, thou
know'st not what thou speak'st;

Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour,
In hateful practice: First, his integrity,
Stands without blemish:-next, it imports no

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Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
Thou cam'st here to complain.
And is this all?
Then, oh, you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, e
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance!-Heaven shield your grace
from woe,

As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone:-An
officer !

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To prison with her:-Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall

On him so near us? This needs must be a practice.

Who knew of your intent, and coming hither? Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick.[that Lodowick! Duke Aghostly father, belike:-Who knows Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a med

dling friar;

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Nor wish'd to hold my peace you now then; I do not like the man: had he been lay, my

Duke.

Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then
Be perfect

Lucio. I warrant your honour, [to it.
Duke, The warrant's for yourself; take heed
Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my
Lucio. Right.,
[tale.

Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong

To speak before your time.-Proceed.
Isab

I went

To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Isab.

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The phrase is to the matter.

Pardon it;

Duke. Mended again: the matter;-Proceed. Isab. In brief,-toset the needless process by, How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd, How he refell'dt me, and how I reply'd ;

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For certain words he spake against your grace In your retirement, I had swing'd him soundly. Duke. Words against me? This' a good friar, belike! 1.

And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute!-Let this friar be found.
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and
at that friar

I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.

F. Peters Blessed be your royal grace! I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Your royal ear abus'd: First, hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute; Who is as free from touch or soil with her, As she from one ungot.

Duke. We did believe no less. Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks

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F.Peter. I know him for a man divine and Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler, [holy; As he's reported by this gentleman; And, on my trust, a man that never yet Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace. Lucio. My lord, most villanously; believe it. [clear himself; F. Peter. Well, he in time may come to But at this instant he is sick, my lord, Of a strange fever: Upon his mere request, (Being come to knowledge that there was complaint

Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither,
To speak, as from his month, what he doth know
Is true, and false; and what he with his oath,
And all probation, will make up full clear,
Whensoever he's convented t. First, for this
(To justify this worthy nobleman, [woman;
So vulgarly and personally accus'd,)
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.

Duke.

Good friar, let's hear it. [ISABELLA is carried off, guarded; and MARIANA comes forward.

Do
yon not smile at this lord Angelo?-
O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools!-
Give us some seats.-Come, cousin Angelo;
In this I'll be impartial; be you judge

Of
your own cause.-Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face; and, after, speak.
Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show
Until my husband bid me.
[my face,
Duke.
What, are you married?

Mari. No, my lord.

Duke.

Are you a maid?

Mari.

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No, my lord. Neither, my lord.

Duke.

Why, you Are nothing then :-Neither maid, widow,

nor wife?

Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. [some cause Duke. Silence that fellow: I would, he had To prattle for himself.

Lucio. Weil, my lord. [married; Mari, My lord, I do confess I ne'er was And, I confess, besides, I am no maid: I have known my husband; yet my husband That ever he knew me. [knows not, Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be no better.

Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou wert so too.

Lucio. Well, my lord.

Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. Muri. Now I come to't, my lord: She, that accuses him of fornication, In self-same manner doth accuse my husband; And charges him, my lord, with such a time, When I'll depose I had him in mine arms, With all the effect of love. Ang, Charges she more than me? Mari. Not that I know.

Duke.

No? you say, your husband. Mari.Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body,

face.

But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's.
Ang. This is a strange abuse :-Let's see thy
[unmask. (Unveiling.
Mari. My husband bids me; now I will
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, [ing on:
Which, once thou swor'st, was worth the look-
This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract,
Was fast belock'd in thine: this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house,
In her imagined person.

Duke.

Know you this woman? Lucio. Carnally, she says. Duke.

Sirrah, no more. [woman;

Lucio. Enough, my lord.
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this
And, five years since, there was some speech
of marriage

Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly, for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition: but, in chief,
For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years,
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard
Upon my faith and honour.
[from her,
Mari.
Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven, and words
from breath,

As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue,
I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good
lord,
[house,
But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-
He knew me as a wife: As this is true
Let me in safety raise me from my knees;
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!

Ang.
I did but smile till now;
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of
justice;

My patience here is touch'd: I do perceive,
These poor informal ¶ women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier mem-
ber,
That sets them on: Let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice** out.
Duke.
Ay, with my heart;
And punish them unto your height of pleasure.-
Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou,
thy oaths,

[saint,

Though they would swear down each particular
Were testimonies against his worth and credit,
That's seal'd in approbation?-You, lord Es-
calus,

Sit with my consin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv❜d.--
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
[he, indeed,
F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for
Hath set the women on to this complaint:

* Simple. + Convened. Her fortune fell short.

Publicly.

¶ Crazy.

§ Deception. ** Conspiracy.

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