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you, Sir, here s the band and seal of the duke. You know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you.
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.
Barnar. Friar, not I; I have been drinking hard all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shal! 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 man's persuasion.
Prov. I know them both. Duke. The contents of this is the return of the duke; you shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you shall find, within these two days he will be here. This is a thing, 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 Barnar. Not a word; if you have any thing but easy when they are known. Call your to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will executioner, and off with Barnardine's head: not I to-day. I will give him a present shrift, and advise him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it is almost clear dawn. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.
Clo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our house of profession: one would think, it were mistress Over-done's own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, here's young master Rash; he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, ninescore 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 Three-pile the mercer, for some four suits of peach-colour'd satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and master Copper-spur, and master Starvelackey 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 that stabb'd Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now for the Lord's sake.
Abhor. Sirrab, bring Barnardine hither.
Duke. But hear you,
Duke. Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart!— After him, fellows; bring him to the block. [Exeunt ABHORSON and CLOWN. Prou. Now, Sir, how do you find the prisoner ?
Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for
And, to transport him in the mind he is,
Prov. Here in the prison, father,
Despatch it presently; the hour draws on
But Barnardine must die this afternoon:
Duke. Let this be done;-Put them in secret
Clo. Master Barnardine! you must rise and The sun hath made his journal greeting to be hang'd, master Barnardine !
Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine!
Barnar. [Within.] A pox o' your threats! 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 bis straw rustle.
Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
Abhor. Truly, Sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's
Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all night, I am not fitted for't.
Clo. Oh 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. Look you, Sir, here comes your ghostly father; Do we jest now, think you?
The under generation, you shall find
Prov. I am your free dependant.
Shall witness to him, I am near at home;
Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel! Injurious world! Most damned Angelo !
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot:
Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
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, I am a kind of burr, [Exeunt. I shall stick.
SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO's House.
Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvonch'd other.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven, bis wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there ?
Escal. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before bis entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
Escul. He shows his reason for that: to have
The duke comes home to-morrow ;-nay, dry a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from
One of our convent, and his confessor,
Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried
Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
If you can, pace
In that good path that I would wish it go;
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,
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,
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter:
Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not mine holy order, If I pervert your course.-Who's here?
Lucio. Good even! Friar, where is the provost ?
Duke. Not within, Sir.
Lucio. O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one 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 dark coruers had been at home, he had (Erit ISABELLA. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not 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 you such a thing?
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but was fain to forswear it they would else have married me to th: o ten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest; Rest you well.
devices hereafter, which shall then have no power
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd:
Escal. I shall, Sir, fare you well.
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpreg
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!
For my authority bears a credent§ bulk,
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous
SCENE V.-Fields without the Town. Enter DUKE in his own habit, and Friar PETER.
Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.
The provost knows our purpose, and our plot.
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius" house,
And tell him where I stay: give the like notice,
F. Peter. It shall be speeded well.
Happy return be to your
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Ang. You make my bonds still greater.
Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange.
Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will
That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange ?
An hypocrite, a virgin violator;
Duke. Nay, ten times strange.
Duke. Away with her :-Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
There is another comfort than this world,
That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible,
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Duke. By mine honesty,
If she be mad, (as I believe no other,)
Isab. O gracious duke,
Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason
Duke. Many that are not mad,
Have, sure, more lack of reason.-What would you say?
Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio. Condemn'd upon the act of fornication
Duke. Oh! your desert speaks loud; and 1 To lose his head: condemn'd by Angelo:
should wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
PETER and ISABELLA come forward. F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel before him.
Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid!
By throwing it on any other object,
Till you have heard me in my true complaint
whom? Be brief:
In what? By
I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother: One Lucio
Lucio. That's I, an't like your grace:
I come to her from Claudio, and desir'd her
Isab. That's be, indeed.
Duke. You were not bid to speak.
Nor wish'd to hold my peace.
Duke. I wish you now then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed to it.
Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my
To his concupiscible temperate lust, [ment,
did yield to him: But the next morning
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
Duke. This is most likely!
Isab. Ob! that it were as like, as it is true! Duke. By heaven, fond + wretch, thou know'st not what thou speak'st:
Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour,
That with such vehemency he should pursue
Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
Isab. And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance !-Heaven shield your grace
As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
To prison with her :-Shall we thus permit
-Who knew of your intent, and coming hither? Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick.
Duke. A ghostly father belike:-Who knows that Lodowick ?
Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a medling friar ;
[lord, I do not like the man: had he been lay, my For certain words he spake against your grace In your retirement, I had swing'd ý him soundly. Duke. Words against me? This' a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
F. Peter. Blessed be your royal grace!
Duke. We did believe no less.
Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of? F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy;
Not scurvy, nor a temporary medler,
But at this instant he is sick, my lord,
Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither, To speak as from his mouth, 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. First, for this
(To justify this worthy nobleinan,
Duke. Good friar, let's hear it.
Duke. What, are you married?
Duke. Are you a maid?
Mari. No, my lord.
Duke. A widow, then?
Mari. Neither, my lord.
Duke. Why, you
Are nothing then :-Neither maid, widow, nor Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. Duke. Silence that fellow: I would, he had
Mari. My husband bids me; now I will un-
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Duke. Know you this woman?
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this,
[marriage And, five years since, there was some speech of Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Partly, for that her promised proportions. Came short of composition; ‡ but, în chief, For that her reputation was disvalued In levity since which time of five years,
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from Upon my faith and honour. (her,
Mari. Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven, and words from breath,
+ Foolish. Simple.
Publicly + Deception. 1 Her fortune fell short.
As there is sense In truth, and truth in virtue,
But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house,
A marble monument!
Ang. I did but smile till now;
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
Duke. Ay, with my heart;
And punish them unto your height of pleasure.
Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you. Look, you speak justly.
Duke. Boldly, at least :-But, O poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone ? Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Thus to retort⚫ your manifest appeal, And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Which here you come to accuse.
Lucio. This is the rascal: this is he I spoke of. Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'ɑ fiiar !
Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women
And then to glance from him to the duke him-
But we will know this purpose:-What! unjust ?
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he
F. Peter. Would be were here, my lord; for But faults so countenanc'd, and the strong sta he, indeed,
Hath set the women on to this complaint: Your provost knows the place where he abides, And he may fetch him.
Duke. Go, do it instantly.
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.-[Exit DUKE.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
Lucio. Lucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the duke.
Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: we shali find this friar a notable fellow.
Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again; [To an Attendant.] I would speak with her: Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle ber.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Escal. Say you?
Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, publicly she'll be ashamed.
Re-enter Officers, with ISABELLA, the DUKE, in the Friar's habit, and PROVOST. Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the way: for women are light| at midnight.
Escal. Come on, mistress: [To ISABELLA.] here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.
Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with the provost.
Escal. In very good time: speak not you to bim, till we call upon you.
Escal. Come, Sir: Did you set these women on to slander lord Angelo? they have confess'd you did.
Duke. 'Tis false.
Escal. How! know you where you are? Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne :Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak :
Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,
Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison.
Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior Lucio?
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate: Do you know me ?
Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the ab. sence of the duke.
Lucio. Oh did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Duke. Most notedly, Sir.
Lucio. Do you so, Sir? And was the duke a flesh-monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
Duke. You must, Sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches? Duke. I protest, I love the duke, as I love myself.
Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now after his treasonable abuses.
Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal -Away with him to prison :-Where is the pro vost-Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon him: let him speak no more:-Away with those giglots too, and with the other confeder companion.
[The PROVOST lays hands on the DUKD Duke. Stay, Sir; stay a while. Ang. What I resists he? Help him, Lucio. Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir: Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sheepbiting face, and be hang'd an hour! Will't not off?
[Pulls off the Friar's hood, and discovers the DUKE.
Duke. Thou art the first knave that e'er made a duke.
First, Provost, let me vail these gentle three :Sneak not away, Sir; [7b Lucio.] for the friar and you
Must have a word anon-lay hold on him. Lucio. This may prove worse than banging. Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; sit you down.-[TO ESCALUS.