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Proo. As I do think, to-morrow.

(Thic general, subject to a well-wish'd king, I have provided for you; stay awhile. [To Juliet. Quit iheir own part, and in obsequious fondness And you shall be conducted."

Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Drike. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Must needs appear oflence. Juliet. I do; and hear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your

Enter Isabella. conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound,

How now, fair maid ? Or hollowly put on.

Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Ang. That you might know it, would much Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?

better please me, Juliet. Yes, as I lov'd the woman that wrong'a Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. him.

Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour ! Drike. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act

(Retiring. Was mutually committed ?

Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and, it may be, Juliet.


As long as you, or I: Yet he must die.
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Isab. Under your sentence ?
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Ang. Yea.
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do

Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve, repent,

Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,- That his soul sicken not.
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not. Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices ! It were as good

To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Showing, we'd not spare' heaven, as we love it, A man already made, as to remit
But as we stand in fear,-

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ; In stamps ihat are forbid: 'tis all as easy
And take the shame with joy.

Falsely to take away a lite true made, Duke.

There rest,

As to put mettle in restrained means, Your partner, as I hear, must die lo-morrow,

To make a false one. And I am going with instruction to him.

Isab. 'Tis set down so in beaven, but not in earth. Grace go with you! Benedicite !

(Exil. „Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Juliel. Must dic to-morrow! o, injurious love, which had you rather, That the most just law That respites me a life, whose very comfort Now look your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Is still a dying horror!

Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Excunt. As she that he haih stain'd ?


Sir, believe this, 'SCENE IV. Aroom in Angelo's house. Enter I had rather give my body than my soul. Angclo.

Ang. I talk not of your soul : Our compell d sins

Stand more for number than accompt. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Isab.

How say you? pray

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words ; Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, 11, now the voice of the recorded law, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: As if I did but only chcw his name;

Might there not be a charity in sin, And in my hcart, the strong and swelling evil To save this brother's life? or my conception : The state, whereon I studied, Isab,

Please you to do't. Is like a good thing, being often read,

I'll take it as a peril to my soul, Grown feard and icdious; yea, my gravity, It is no sin at all, but charity. Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Could I, with bool,' change for an idle plume, Were equal poize of sin and charity. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood: To have it added to the faults of mine, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, And nothing of your, answer. 'Tis not the devil's crest.


Nay, but hear me:

Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Enter Servant.

¡Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, How now, who's there? Serr. One Isabel, a sister,

But graciously to know I am no better.

Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Desires access to you. Ang. Teach her the way. (Ex. Serv. Proclaim an enshicld beauty ten times louder

When it doth tax itself: as these black masks O heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;

Than beauty could displayed.-Bui mark me;

To be receiv'd plain, I'll speak more gross : Making both it unable for itself,

Your brother is to dic.
And dispossessing all the other parts

Isab. So.
Of necessary fitness ?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Accountant to the law upon that pain.

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears
Come all to help him, and so stop the air

Isab, True. By which he should revive: and even so

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life

(2) Profit. Outside. (4) People.

(5) Enshielded, covered. (6) Penalty.


(As I subscribe' not that, nor any other, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort:
But in the loss of question,2) that you, his sister, Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Finding yoursell desir'd of such a person, Or, with an outstreich'd throai, I'll tell the world
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Aloud, what man thou art.
Could fetch your brother from the manacles Ang.

Who will bclicve thee, Isabel ?
or the all-binding law; and that there were My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
No earthly mean to save him, but that either My vouch® against you, and my place i’ the state,
You must lay down the treasures of your body Will so your accusation overweigh,
To this supposed, or else let him suffer ; That you shall stifle in your own report,
What would you do?

And smell of calumny. I have begun;
Iscb. As much for my poor brother, as myself: And now I give my sensual race the rein
That is, Were I under ihe terms of death, Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ;,
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed

That banish what they suc for; rcdcem thy brother
That longing I have been sick for, cre I'd yield By yielding up thy body to my will;
My body up to shame.

Or else he must not only die ihe death, Ing.

Then must your brother die. But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:

To lingering suflerance: answer me to-morrow, Better it were, a brother died at once,

Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

l'Il prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Should die for ever.

Say what you can, my salse o'erweighs your true. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence

(Exit. That you have slander'd so?

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. Ignomy: in ransom, and free pardon, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, Are of two houses : lawful mercy is

That bear in them one and the scil-same tongue, Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Either of condemnation or approof! Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a ty- Biuding the law make court'sy to their will; rant,

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetito, And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother To follow as it draws! I'll to iny brother : A merriment than a vicc.

Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Yet hath he in him such a inind of honour, To have what we'd have, we speak not what we That had he twenty heads to tender down

On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, I something do excuse the thing I hate,

Before his sister should her body stoop For his advantage that I dearly love.

To such abhorr'd pollution. Anz. We are all frail.

Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab.

Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary, but only he,

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

And fit his inind to death, for his soul's rest. [Exit. Ang.

Nay, women are frail too. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view tlem

scives; Which are as easy broke as they make forms.

Women !-Help heaven! men their creation mar
In profiting by inem. Nay, call us ten times frail; SCENE I.-A room in the prison. Enter Duke
For we are soft as our complexions are,

Claudio, and Provost.
And credulous to false prints.e

I think it well:

Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord And from this testimony of your own sex

Angelo? (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger

Claul. The miserable have no other medicine, Thun laulis may shake our frames,) !et me be bold; I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.

: I do arrest your words; Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;

Dile. Beabsolutoio fordcati; either death, orlise If you be one (as you are well expressal

Shall thereby be the swecter. Reason thus with By all external warrants,) show it now,

life, -By putting on the destin'd livery.

II do lose thee, I do lose a thing Isab. I have 110 tongue but orie: gentle my lord, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art Let me entreat you speak the former language.

|(Servile to all the skiey influence3,) Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Isab. My brother did' love Juliet; and you For hin thou labour'st'hy thy fight to shun,

Hourly afilict: merely, thou art death's fool; That he shull die for it.

And yet run'st toward him suill: Thou art not noble; Ang. He shall not, Isabe!, if you give me love. For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Isab. I know, your virtue hath a license in't,

Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means Which seems a little fouler than it is,

valiant :

For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Topluck on others.

Believe me, on mine honour, or a poor worin: Thy best of rest is sleep,
My words express my purpose.

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; And most pernicious purpose !-Seeming, seeming!" For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains

That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not: (1) Agree to. (2) Conversation. (3) Ignominy. (7) Hypocrisy. (8) Attestation. (9) Reluctant. (4) Associate.

(5) Own. (6) Impressions. (16) Determined.

tell me,

For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And what thou hast, forget'st; Thou art not certain; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,' In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
After the moon: If thou art rich, ihou art poor; As when it giant dics.
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,


Why give you me this shame? Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,

Think you I can a resolution fetch
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none; From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
For thine own bowels, which do call thcc sire, I will encounter darkness as a bride,
The merc effusion of thy proper loins,

And hug it in mine arms.
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rhcum, Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's
For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth,

grave nor age;

Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die : But, as it were, an aser-dinner's sleer,

Thou art too noble to conserve a life Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, Becomes as aged, and doth beg thce alms Whose setiled visage and deliberate word of palsied eld;' and when thou art old, and rich, Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,' Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil; To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, His filth within being cast, he would appear That bears the name of life? Yct in this life A pond as deep as hell. Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, Claud.

The princely Angelo? That makes these odds all even.

Isab. 0, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, Claud.

I humbly thank you. The damned'st body to invest and cover To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;

In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on. If I would yield him my virginity,

Thou mightest be freed?
Enter Isabella.


O, heavens! it cannot be.

Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank Isab. What, ho! Peace here ; grace and good

offence, company!

So to offend hiin still: This night's the time Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves That I should do what I abhor to name, a welcome.

Or else thou diest to-morrow. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud.

Thou shalt not do't. Cland. Most holy sir, I thank you.

Isab. 0, were it but my life,
Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. I'd throw it down for your deliverance
Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's As frankly as a pin.


Thanks, dear Isabel. Duke. Provost, a word with you.

Isab. Bc ready, Claudio, for your deathto-morrow. Prov. As many as you please.

Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him, Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be that thus can make him bite the law by the nose, conceal'd,

When he would force it ? Sure it is no sin ;
Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. (Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Clau. Now, sister, what's the comfort ?

Isab. Which is the Icast ?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in-

Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, deed;

Why, would he for the momentary trick, Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,

Be perdurablylo fined ?–0, Isabel ! Intends you for his swift ambassador,

Isab. What says my brother! Where you shall be an everlasting leiger: 4


Death is a fearful thing. Therefore your best appointment make with specd;

Isab. And shamed life a hateful. To-morrow you set on.

Claud. Ay, but to do die, and go we know not Claud. Is there no remedy ?

where; Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; To cleave a heart in twain.

This sensible warm motion to become Claud.

But is there any ? A kneaded cold; and the delighted spirit Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;

To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside There is a devilish mercy in the judge,

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; If you'll implore it, that will free your life,

To be imprison’d in the viewlessli winds, But fetter you till death.

And blown with restless violence roundabout Claud.

Perpetual durance ?

| The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, Jor those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Though all the world's vastidity you had, Imagine howling !-'tis too horrible! To a determin'd scope.

The wearied and most loathed worldly life, Claud.

But in what nature ? Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't)

That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, To what we fear of death.

Can lay on nature, is a paradise
And leave you naked.

Isab. Alas! alas!
Let me know the point.


Sweet sister, let me lire : Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio ; and I quake

What sin you do to save a brother's life, Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain,

Nature dispenses with the deed so far, And six or seven winters more respect

That it becomes a virtue. Than a perpetual honour. Dar’st thou die ?


0, you beast ! (1) Aflects, affections. (2) Leprous eruptions. 13) Old age. (4) Resident. (5) Preparation.

(8) Laced robes. (9) Freely. (10) Lastingly. Vastness of extent, (7) Shut up.

(11) Invisible.

your sister.

0, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch!

Duke. That shall not be much amiss : yet, as the Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation ; Is't not a kind of incest, to take life

de made trial of you only.-Therefore, fasten your From thine own sister's shame? What should 1 car on my advisings; to the love I have in doing think?

good, a remedy presents itself. I do make myscit Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! believe, that you may most uprighteously do a poor For such a warped slip of wildernessi

wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your broNe'er issu'd from luis blood. Take my defiance::ther from the angry law; do nó stain to your own Die; perish! might but my bending down gracious person; and much please the absent duke, Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed : it, peradventure, he shall cver return to have hearI'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, ing of this business. No word to save thee.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I have Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.

spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the Isab.

O, fie, fie, fie! truth of my spirit. Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade ::

Dreke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never scarsu.. Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: Have not you heard - peak of Mariana, the sister of 'Tis best thou diest quickly.

[Going. Frederick, the great suldier, who miscarried at sea ? Claud.

O hear me, Isabella. Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words

went with her name. Re-enler Duke.

Muke. Her should this Angelo have married; was Tuke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but onc afhanced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed : word.

between which time of the contract, and limit of the Isab. What is your will ?

solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his would by and by have soine speech with you: the sister. But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor satisfaction I would require, is likewiso your own gentlewoman: there she lost a noble and renowned benefit.

brother, in liis love toward her ever most kind and Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must natural; with him the portion and sinew of her forbe stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you tune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her combi. a while.

nates husband, this well-secuning Angelo. Duke. (To Claudio, aside.) Son, I have over- Isab. Can this be so? Did Angelo so leave her ? heard what hath passcd between you and your sis

Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of ter. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour: in few, his judgment with the disposition of natures: she, bestowed her on her own lainentation, which she having the truth of honour in her, hath made him yet wears for his sake; and he, a inarble to her that gracious denial which he is most glad to re-tears, is washed with them, but relents not. ceive; I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this be true; therefore prepare yourself to death: do not poor maid from the world! What corruption in this satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: lile, that it will let this man live! But how out of to-morrow you must die; go to your knees, and this can she avail ? make ready.

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heal : Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so and the cure of it not only saves your brother, but out of love with lifa, that I will sue to be rid of it. keeps you from dishonour in doing it. Duke. Holdyou there: farewell. [Ex. Claud.

Isab. Show me how, good father.

Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the Re-enter Provost.

continuance of her first affection ; his unjust unProvost, a word with you.

kindness, that in all reason should have quenched Prov. What's your will, father?

her love, hath, like an impediment in the current, Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone : made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Anleave me a while with the maid ; my mind promises gelo; answer his reguiring with a plausible obcdiwith my habil, no loss shall touch her by my com- cnce; agree with his demands to the point: only pany.

referyourself to this advantage,-first, that your Prov. In good time.

(Exit Provost. stay with him may not be long; that the time may Duke. The hand that hath make you fair, hath have all shadow and silence in it; and the place made you good : the goodness, that is cheap in answer to convenience: this being granted in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness ; but grace, course, now follows all. We shall advise this being the soul of your complexion, should keep the wronged maid to stead up your appointment, go in body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo hath your place; if the cncounter acknowledge itself made to you, fortunc hath convey'd to my under- hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense; standing; and, but that frailty hath examples for and here, by this is your brother saved, your hohis falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How would nour untainied, the poor Mariana advantaged, and you do to content this substitute, and to save your the corrupt deputy scaled. The

maid will I frame,

and make fit for his attempt. If you think well 10 Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit rather my brother die by the law, than my son defends the deceit from reproof. What think you should be unlawfully born. But o, how much is of it? the good duke deceived in Angelo ! 'If ever he re

Isab. The image of it gives me content already; turn, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips and, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perin vain, or discover his government.


Duke. It lies much in your holding up: haste Wildness, (2) Refusal. (3) An established habit.

(5) Betrothed. (6) Gave her up to her sorrows) (4) Continue in that resolution.

(0) Have recourse to. (8) Over-reached.


you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat| Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress ? you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. Procures she still ? Ha ? will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beel, grange,' resides this dejected Mariana ; at that and she is hersell in the tub. place call upon me; and despatch with Angelo, Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it that it may be quickly.

must be so: ever your fresh whore, and your pow. Isab, I thank you for this comfort: fare you well, der'd bawd: an unshunn'd consequence; it must good father.

(Exeunt severally. De so: art going to prison, Pompey?

Clo. Yes, faith, sir. SCENE II.-The street before the prison. Enler Lucio. Why, 'us not amiss, Pompey: farewell :

Duke, as a friar; lo hiin Elbow, Clown, and go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey ? Oficers.

Or how?

Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that

Lucio. Well, then imprison him: if imprisonyou will needs buy and sell inen and women like ment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: beasts, we shall have all the world driok brown and bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawdwhite bastard.2

born. Farewell, good Pompey: commend me to Duke. O, heavens! what stuff is here?

the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two now, Pompey ; you will keep the house. usuries, the merricst was put down, and the worser Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep bail. him warm; and furr'd with fox and lamb-skins

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not too, to signify, that craft, being richer than inno- the wear." I will pray, Pompey, to increase your cency, stands for the facing.

bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your Elb. Come your way, sir :-Bless you, good fa- mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. Bless ther friar.

you, friar. Duke. And you, good brother father : What Duke. And you. offence hath this man made you, sir ?

Lucio. Docs Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? Elb. Marry, sir, he hath oftended the law: and, Elb. Come your ways, sir; come. sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have Clo. You will not bail me then, sir ?, sound upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock," which Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.-What news we have sent to the deputy.

abroad, friar? what news ?
Duke. Fie, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd! Elb. Come your ways, sir ; come.
The evil that thou causest to be done,

Lucio. Go,—to kennel, Pompey, go:
That is thy means to live: do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,

(Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers, From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,

What news, friar, of the duke? From their abominable and beastly touches

Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any ? I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.

Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Rus. Canst thou believe thy living is a life,

sia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, So stinkingly depending? Go, mond, go, mend. think yo!! ?

Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but Duke. I know not where: but wheresoever, I yet, sir, I would prove

wish him well. Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to

steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer ; never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his Correction and instruction must both work, absence; he puts transgression to't. Ere this rude beast will profit.

Dike. He does well in't. Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a no harm in him : something too crabbed that way, whorcmaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes friar. before him, he were as good go a milc on his errand. Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must

Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, cure it.
Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, free! Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great

kindred ;

it is well ally'd: but it is impossible to Enter Lucio.

extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord,“ sir. down. They say, this Angelo was not made by

Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail : here's a gentle man and woman, after the downright way of crcaman, and a friend of minc.

tion: is it true, think you ? Lúcio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the

Duke. How should he be made then ? heels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What,

Lució. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him:is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes : woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the but it is certain, that when he makes water, his pocket, and extracting it clutch'd ? What reply ? urine is conceald ice; that I know to be true : and Ha? What say'st thou to this tune, matter, and he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible. method ? Is't not drown'd' the last rain? Ha?

Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace. What sav'st thou, trot? Is the world as it was,

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away words ? Or how? The trick of it?

the life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse !

have done this? Ere he would have hang'd a man

for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have (1) A solitary farm-house. (2) A sweet wine. (3) For a Spanish padlock.

(5) Powdering tub. (6) Stay at home. (4) Tied like your waist with a rope.

(7) Fashion.

18) Puppet.

for sin,

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