Measure for Measure (Folio 1, 1623)
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MEASVRE,
For Measure.
1
Actus primus, Scena prima.
¶
Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords.
¶Duke.
¶EScalus.
5Esc. My Lord.
¶Since I am put to know, that your owne Science
¶Exceedes (in that) the lists of all aduice
10My strength can giue you: Then no more remaines
¶But that, to your sufficiency, as your worth is able,
¶And let them worke: The nature of our People,
¶Our Cities Institutions, and the Termes
¶For Common Iustice, y'are as pregnant in
15As Art, and practise, hath inriched any
¶From which, we would not haue you warpe; call hither,
¶I say, bid come before vs Angelo:
¶What figure of vs thinke you, he will beare.
¶Lent him our terror, drest him with our loue,
¶And giuen his Deputation all the Organs
¶Of our owne powre: What thinke you of it?
25Esc.If any in Vienna be of worth
¶To vndergoe such ample grace, and honour,
¶It is Lord Angelo.
¶
Enter Angelo.
¶Duk.Looke where he comes.
30Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will,
¶I come to know your pleasure.
¶Duke. Angelo:
¶There is a kinde of Character in thy life,
35Fully vnfold: Thy selfe, and thy belongings
¶Thy selfe vpon thy vertues; they on thee :
¶Heauen doth with vs, as we, with Torches doe,
¶Not light them for themselues: For if our vertues
40Did not goe forth of vs, 'twere all alike
¶As if we had them not: Spirits are not finely tonuch'd,
45Her selfe the glory of a creditour,
¶To one that can my part in him aduertise;
¶Hold therefore Angelo:
¶In our remoue, be thou at full, our selfe:
50Mortallitie and Mercie in Vienna
¶Liue in thy tongue, and heart: Old Escalus
¶Ang.Now good my Lord
¶Be stamp't vpon it.
¶We haue with a leauen'd, and prepared choice
60Proceeded to you; therefore take your honors:
¶Matters of needfull value: We shall write to you
¶As time, and our concernings shall importune,
65How it goes with vs, and doe looke to know
¶What doth befall you here. So fare you well:
¶To th' hopefull execution doe I leaue you,
¶Ang.Yet giue leaue (my Lord,)
70That we may bring you something on the way
¶Nor neede you (on mine honor) haue to doe
¶So to inforce, or qualifie the Lawes
¶Ile priuily away: I loue the people,
¶But doe not like to stage me to their eyes:
¶Though it doe well, I doe not rellish well
¶Their lowd applause, and Aues vehement:
¶That do's affect it. Once more fare you well.
Exit.
85Duk. I thanke you, fare you well.
¶To haue free speech with you; and it concernes me
¶To looke into the bottome of my place :
¶A powre I haue, but of what strength and nature,
90I am not yet instructed.
¶Touching that point.
95
Scena Secunda.
¶
¶Luc. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to
Enter Lucio, and two other Gentlemen.
¶composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the
¶Dukes fall vpon the King.
1001. Gent. Heauen grant vs its peace, but not the King
¶of Hungaries.
¶2. Gent. Amen.
¶that went to sea with the ten Commandements, but
105scrap'd one out of the Table.
¶Luc. I, that he raz'd.
¶1. Gent. Why? 'twas a commandement, to command
¶the Captaine and all the rest from their functions: they
110put forth to steale: There's not a Souldier of vs all, that
¶in the thanks-giuing before meate, do rallish the petition
¶well, that praies for peace.
¶Luc. I beleeue thee: for I thinke thou neuer was't
115where Grace was said.
¶1. Gent. What? In meeter?
¶Luc. In any proportion. or in any language.
¶1. Gent. I thinke, or in any Religion.
¶villaine, despight of all Grace.
¶tweene vs.
¶the Veluet. Thou art the List.
¶1. Gent. And thou the Veluet; thou art good veluet;
¶thou'rt a three pild-peece I warrant thee: I had as liefe
130pil'd, for a French Veluet. Do I speake feelingly now?
¶get to drinke after thee.
¶or free.
Enter Bawde.
¶Luc. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes.
140As come to
¶2. Gent. To what, I pray?
¶Luc. Iudge.
¶1. Gent. I, and more.
145Luc. A French crowne more.
¶thou art full of error, I am sound.
¶sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow;
150Impiety has made a feast of thee.
¶profound Ciatica?
1552. Gent. Who's that I pray'thee?
¶Bawd. Marry Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.
160three daies his head to be chop'd off.
¶Art thou sure of this?
¶Iulietta with childe.
165Luc. Beleeue me this may be: he promis'd to meete
¶keeping.
¶what with the gallowes, and what with pouerty, I am
175you.
Enter Clowne.
¶Baw. Well: what has he done?
¶Clo. A Woman.
¶Baw. But what's his offence?
180Clo. Groping for Trowts, in a peculiar Riuer.
¶Baw. What? is there a maid with child by him?
¶Clo. No: but there's a woman with maid by him :
¶you haue not heard of the proclamation, haue you?
¶Baw. What proclamation, man?
¶pluck'd downe.
¶to, but that a wise Burger put in for them.
¶urbs be puld downe?
¶wealth: what shall become of me?
¶no Clients: though you change your place, you neede
¶rage, there will bee pitty taken on you; you that haue
200considered.
¶withdraw?
¶to prison: and there's Madam Iuliet.
Exeunt.
205
Scena Tertia.
¶
¶Cla. Fellow, why do'st thou show me thus to th' world?
Enter Prouost, Claudio, Iuliet, Officers, Lucio, & 2. Gent.
¶Beare me to prison, where I am committed.
210But from Lord Angelo by speciall charge.
¶Clau. Thus can the demy-god (Authority)
¶Make vs pay downe, for our offence, by waight
¶The words of heauen; on whom it will, it will,
¶Cla. From too much liberty, (my Lucio) Liberty
¶So euery Scope by the immoderate vse
220Like Rats that rauyn downe their proper Bane,
¶A thirsty euill, and when we drinke, we die.
¶Luc. If I could speake so wisely vnder an arrest, I
¶the truth, I had as lief haue the foppery of freedome, as
225the mortality of imprisonment: what's thy offence,
¶Claudio?
¶Cla. What (but to speake of) would offend againe.
¶Luc. What, is't murder?
¶Cla. No.
230Luc. Lecherie?
¶Cla. One word, good friend:
¶Lucio, a word with you.
235Luc. A hundred:
¶If they'll doe you any good: Is Lechery so look'd after?
240Saue that we doe the denunciation lacke
¶Of outward Order. This we came not to,
¶Onely for propogation of a Dowre
¶Remaining in the Coffer of her friends,
¶From whom we thought it meet to hide our Loue
245Till Time had made them for vs. But it chances
¶Luc. With childe, perhaps?
250And the new Deputie, now for the Duke,
¶Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newnes,
¶Or whether that the body publique, be
¶A horse whereon the Gouernor doth ride,
¶Who newly in the Seate, that it may know
¶Whether the Tirranny be in his place,
¶Or in his Eminence that fills it vp
¶I stagger in: But this new Gouernor
¶Awakes me all the inrolled penalties
260Which haue (like vn-scowr'd Armor) hung by th' wall
¶So long, that ninteene Zodiacks haue gone round,
¶And none of them beene worne; and for a name
¶Now puts the drowsie and neglected Act
¶sigh it off: Send after the Duke, and appeale to him.
¶I pre'thee ( Lucio) doe me this kinde seruice :
¶And there receiue her approbation.
¶Acquaint her with the danger of my state,
¶Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
275I haue great hope in that: for in her youth
280Luc. I pray shee may; aswell for the encouragement
¶position: as for the enioying of thy life, who I would be
¶tacke: Ile to her.
285Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio.
¶Luc. Within two houres.
¶Cla. Come Officer, away.
Exeunt.
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Scena Quarta.
¶
290Duk. No: holy Father, throw away that thought,
Enter Duke and Frier Thomas.
¶Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue
¶More graue, and wrinkled, then the aimes, and ends
295Of burning youth.
¶Duk. My holy Sir, none better knowes then you
¶How I haue euer lou'd the life remoued
¶I haue deliuerd to Lord Angelo
¶My absolute power, and place here in Vienna,
¶And so it is receiu'd: Now (pious Sir)
¶You will demand of me, why I do this.
¶Fri. Gladly, my Lord.
310(The needfull bits and curbes to headstrong weedes,)
¶Which for this foureteene yeares, we haue let slip,
¶Euen like an ore-growne Lyon in a Caue
¶That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond Fathers,
¶Hauing bound vp the threatning twigs of birch,
¶For terror, not to vse: in time the rod
¶More mock'd, then fear'd: so our Decrees,
¶Dead to infliction, to themselues are dead,
320The Baby beates the Nurse, and quite athwart
¶Goes all decorum.
¶And it in you more dreadfull would haue seem'd
325Then in Lord Angelo.
¶Duk. I doe feare: too dreadfull:
¶Sith 'twas my fault, to giue the people scope,
¶'Twould be my tirrany to strike and gall them,
¶For what I bid them doe: For, we bid this be done
¶And not the punishment: therefore indeede (my father)
¶I haue on Angelo impos'd the office,
¶And yet, my nature neuer in the sight
¶I will, as 'twere a brother of your Order,
¶Visit both Prince, and People: Therefore I pre'thee
¶Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
¶How I may formally in person beare
340Like a true Frier: Moe reasons for this action
¶Onely, this one: Lord Angelo is precise,
¶That his blood flowes: or that his appetite
¶If power change purpose: what our Seemers be.
Exit.
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Scena Quinta.
¶
Enter Isabell and Francisca a Nun.
¶Isa. And haue you Nuns no farther priuiledges?
¶
Lucio within.
355Luc. Hoa? peace be in this place.
¶Isa. Who's that which cals?
¶You may; I may not: you are yet vnsworne:
¶He cals againe: I pray you answere him.
¶A Nouice of this place, and the faire Sister
370To her vnhappie brother Claudio?
¶The rather for I now must make you know
¶Luc. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you;
375Not to be weary with you; he's in prison.
¶Isa. Woe me; for what?
¶He hath got his friend with childe.
¶Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so:
385By your renouncement, an imortall spirit
¶And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
¶As with a Saint.
¶Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus,
390Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd;
¶That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings
¶By vaine, though apt affection.
¶Luc. She it is.
400Isa. Oh, let him marry her.
¶Luc. This is the point.
¶The Duke is very strangely gone from hence;
¶Bore many gentlemen (my selfe being one)
¶In hand, and hope of action: but we doe learne,
405By those that know the very Nerues of State,
¶His giuing-out, were of an infinite distance
¶From his true meant designe: vpon his place,
¶(And with full line of his authority)
¶Gouernes Lord Angelo; A man, whose blood
410Is very snow-broth: one, who neuer feeles
¶But doth rebate, and blunt his naturall edge
¶With profits of the minde: Studie, and fast
¶He (to giue feare to vse, and libertie,
415Which haue, for long, run-by the hideous law,
¶As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act,
¶Fals into forfeit : he arrests him on it,
¶And followes close the rigor of the Statute
420To make him an example: all hope is gone,
¶'Twixt you, and your poore brother.
425Seeke his life?
¶And as I heare, the Prouost hath a warrant
¶For's execution.
¶Isa. Alas: what poore
430Abilitie's in me, to doe him good.
¶Isa. My power? alas, I doubt.
¶Luc. Our doubts are traitors
¶And makes vs loose the good we oft might win,
435By fearing to attempt: Goe to Lord Angelo
¶And let him learne to know, when Maidens sue
¶Men giue like gods: but when they weepe and kneele,
¶All their petitions, are as freely theirs
¶As they themselues would owe them.
¶No longer staying, but to giue the Mother
¶Notice of my affaire: I humbly thanke you:
445Commend me to my brother: soone at night
¶Luc. I take my leaue of you.
¶
Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.
450
Enter Angelo, Escalus, and seruants, Iustice.
¶Setting it vp to feare the Birds of prey,
¶Their pearch, and not their terror.
455Esc. I, but yet
¶Let vs be keene, and rather cut a little
¶Then fall, and bruise to death: alas, this gentleman
¶Let but your honour know
¶That in the working of your owne affections,
¶Had time coheard with Place, or place with wishing,
¶Or that the resolute acting of our blood
¶Could haue attaind th' effect of your owne purpose,
465Whether you had not sometime in your life
¶Er'd in this point, which now you censure him,
¶And puld the Law vpon you.
¶Another thing to fall: I not deny
¶May in the sworne-twelue haue a thiefe, or two
¶Guiltier then him they try; what's open made to Iustice,
¶That Iustice ceizes; What knowes the Lawes
475The Iewell that we finde, we stoope, and take't,
¶We tread vpon, and neuer thinke of it.
¶You may not so extenuate his offence,
¶For I haue had such faults; but rather tell me
¶Let mine owne Iudgement patterne out my death,
¶And nothing come in partiall. Sir, he must dye.
¶
Enter Prouost.
¶Pro. Here if it like your honour.
¶Ang. See that Claudio
¶Be executed by nine to morrow morning,
490For that's the vtmost of his pilgrimage.
¶Esc. Well: heauen forgiue him; and forgiue vs all :
¶Some run from brakes of Ice, and answere none,
¶And some condemned for a fault alone.
495
¶Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good peo-
Enter Elbow, Froth, Clowne, Officers.
¶ple in a Common-weale, that doe nothing but vse their
¶away.
500Ang. How now Sir, what's your name? And what's
¶the matter?
¶stice Sir, and doe bring in here before your good honor,
505two notorious Benefactors.
¶Ang. Benefactors? Well: What Benefactors are they?
¶Are they not Malefactors?
510and void of all prophanation in the world, that good
¶Christians ought to haue.
¶Ang. Goe to: What quality are they of? Elbow is
¶your name?
¶Clo. He cannot Sir: he's out at Elbow.
¶Ang. What are you Sir?
¶Esc. How know you that?
¶your honour.
525Esc. How? thy wife?
¶man.
¶life, for it is a naughty house.
¶man Cardinally giuen, might haue bin accus'd in forni-
¶Esc. By the womans meanes?
¶ble man, proue it.
¶being (as I say) with childe, and being great bellied, and
¶longing (as I said) for prewyns: and hauing but two in
¶giue you three pence againe.
¶Fro. No indeede.
¶Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then (if you be
565diet, as I told you.
¶Fro. All this is true.
¶Clo. Why very well then.
¶what was done to Elbowes wife, that hee hath cause to
570complaine of? Come me to what was done to her.
¶Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet.
¶died at Hallowmas: Was't not at Hallowmas Master
¶Froth?
¶Fro. Allhallond-Eue.
¶Clo. Why very well: I hope here be truthes: he Sir,
¶of Grapes, where indeede you haue a delight to sit, haue
¶you not?
¶for winter.
585Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes.
¶When nights are longest there: Ile take my leaue,
¶And leaue you to the hearing of the cause;
¶Hoping youle finde good cause to whip them all.
Exit.
¶ship. Now Sir, come on: What was done to Elbowes
¶wife, once more?
¶Clo. Once Sir? there was nothing done to her once.
595my wife.
¶good Master Froth looke vpon his honor; 'tis for a good
600purpose: doth your honor marke his face?
605Esc. Why no.
¶thing about him: good then: if his face be the worst
¶stables wife any harme? I would know that of your
610honour.
¶a respected woman.
¶son then any of vs all.
¶man, woman, or childe.
¶ried with her.
¶this true?
625ed Hanniball; I respected with her, before I was married
¶cer: proue this, thou wicked Hanniball, or ile haue
¶mine action of battry on thee.
630Esc. If he tooke you a box o'th' eare, you might haue
¶your action of slander too.
¶ed Caitiffe?
¶thou wicked varlet now, what's come vpon thee. Thou
640art to continue now thou Varlet, thou art to continue.
¶Esc. Where were you borne, friend?
¶Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir.
¶Froth, I would not haue you acquainted with Tapsters;
¶they will draw you Master Froth, and you wil hang them:
¶get you gon, and let me heare no more of you.
¶neuer come into any roome in a Tap-house, but I am
¶drawne in.
¶Come you hether to me, M. Tapster: what's your name
660Mr. Tapster?
¶Clo. Pompey.
¶Clo. Bum, Sir.
¶euer you colour it in being a Tapster, are you not? come,
¶tell me true, it shall be the better for you.
670Esc. How would you liue Pompey? by being a bawd?
¶what doe you thinke of the trade Pompey? is it a lawfull
¶trade?
¶Esc. But the Law will not allow it Pompey; nor it
675shall not be allowed in Vienna.
¶the youth of the City?
¶Esc. No, Pompey.
¶Clo. Truely Sir, in my poore opinion they will too't
680then: if your worship will take order for the drabs and
¶the knaues, you need not to feare the bawds.
¶Esc. There is pretty orders beginning I can tell you:
¶It is but heading, and hanging.
¶Clo. If you head, and hang all that offend that way
685but for ten yeare together; you'll be glad to giue out a
¶told you so.
690Esc. Thanke you good Pompey; and in requitall of
¶you before me againe vpon any complaint whatsoeuer;
¶no, not for dwelling where you doe: if I doe Pompey, I
695to you: in plaine dealing Pompey, I shall haue you whipt;
¶so for this time, Pompey, fare you well.
¶determine. Whip me? no, no, let Carman whip his Iade,
700The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade.
Exit.
¶of Constable?
¶ther.
¶Esc. Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they do
710you wrong to put you so oft vpon't. Are there not men
¶for some peece of money, and goe through with all.
¶thinke you?
720Iust. Eleuen, Sir.
¶Esc. I pray you home to dinner with me.
¶Iust. I humbly thanke you.
¶Esc. It grieues me for the death of Claudio
¶But there's no remedie:
¶Esc. It is but needfull.
¶But yet, poore Claudio; there is no remedie.
730Come Sir.
Exeunt.
¶
Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter Prouost, Seruant.
¶I'le tell him of you.
735Pro. 'Pray you doe; Ile know
¶His pleasure, may be he will relent; alas
¶He hath but as offended in a dreame,
¶All Sects, all Ages smack of this vice, and he
¶To die for't?
740
Enter Angelo.
¶Vnder your good correction I haue seene
¶When after execution, Iudgement hath
¶Repented ore his doome.
¶Ang. Goe to; let that be mine,
750Doe you your office, or giue vp your Place,
¶Pro. I craue your Honours pardon:
¶What shall be done Sir, with the groaning Iuliet?
¶Shee's very neere her howre.
760Pro. I my good Lord, a very vertuous maid,
¶If not alreadie.
¶Ang. Well: let her be admitted,
765Let her haue needfull, but not lauish meanes,
¶There shall be order for't.
¶
Enter Lucio and Isabella.
¶Pro. 'Saue your Honour.
770Isab. I am a wofull Sutor to your Honour,
¶'Please but your Honor heare me.
775For which I would not plead, but that I must,
¶For which I must not plead, but that I am
¶At warre, twixt will, and will not.
¶Ang. Well: the matter?
¶Isab. I haue a brother is condemn'd to die,
780I doe beseech you let it be his fault,
¶And not my brother.
¶Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces.
¶Ang. Condemne the fault, and not the actor of it,
¶Why euery fault's condemnd ere it be done:
785Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function
¶And let goe by the Actor :
¶I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour.
¶Kneele downe before him, hang vpon his gowne,
¶You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
¶You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
¶To him, I say.
¶Ang. Maiden, no remedie.
¶Isab. Yes: I doe thinke that you might pardon him,
¶And neither heauen, nor man grieue at the mercy.
¶Ang. I will not doe't.
800Isab. But can you if you would?
¶Ang. Looke what I will not, that I cannot doe.
¶Isab. But might you doe't & do the world no wrong
¶As mine is to him?
¶Luc. You are too cold.
¶May call it againe: well, beleeue this
¶No ceremony that to great ones longs,
810Not the Kings Crowne; nor the deputed sword,
¶The Marshalls Truncheon, nor the Iudges Robe
¶Become them with one halfe so good a grace
¶As mercie does: If he had bin as you, and you as he,
¶You would haue slipt like him, but he like you
¶Ang. Pray you be gone.
¶Isab. I would to heauen I had your potencie,
¶No: I would tell what 'twere to be a Iudge,
820And what a prisoner.
¶Luc. I, touch him: there's the veine.
¶Ang. Your Brother is a forfeit of the Law,
¶And you but waste your words.
¶Isab. Alas, alas:
825Why all the soules that were, were forfeit once,
¶And he that might the vantage best haue tooke,
¶Found out the remedie: how would you be,
¶If he, which is the top of Iudgement, should
¶But iudge you, as you are? Oh, thinke on that,
830And mercie then will breathe within your lips
¶Like man new made.
¶Ang. Be you content, (faire Maid)
¶It is the Law, not I, condemne your brother,
¶Spare him, spare him:
¶Hee's not prepar'd for death; euen for our kitchins
¶Who is it that hath di'd for this offence?
¶There's many haue committed it.
¶Those many had not dar'd to doe that euill
¶If the first, that did th' Edict infringe
¶Had answer'd for his deed. Now 'tis awake,
¶Takes note of what is done, and like a Prophet
¶But here they liue to end.
¶For then I pittie those I doe not know,
¶Which a dismis'd offence, would after gaule
¶And doe him right, that answering one foule wrong
¶Your Brother dies to morrow; be content.
¶And hee, that suffers: Oh, it is excellent
¶To haue a Giants strength: but it is tyrannous
865To vse it like a Giant.
¶Isab. Could great men thunder
¶As Ioue himselfe do's, Ioue would neuer be quiet,
¶For euery pelting petty Officer
870Would vse his heauen for thunder;
¶Nothing but thunder: Mercifull heauen,
¶Splits the vn-wedgable and gnarled Oke,
¶Then the soft Mertill: But man, proud man,
875Drest in a little briefe authoritie,
¶As makes the Angels weepe: who with our spleenes,
880Would all themselues laugh mortall.
¶Luc. Oh, to him, to him wench: he will relent,
¶Hee's comming: I perceiue't.
885Great men may iest with Saints: tis wit in them,
¶Luc. Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that.
¶Isab. That in the Captaine's but a chollericke word,
¶Which in the Souldier is flat blasphemie.
890Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't.
¶Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfe
895Knock there, and aske your heart what it doth know
¶Let it not sound a thought vpon your tongue
¶Against my brothers life.
¶That my Sence breeds with it; fare you well.
¶Isab. Gentle my Lord, turne backe.
¶Ang. I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow.
¶Isa. Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back.
905Ang. How? bribe me?
¶Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or poore
910As fancie values them: but with true prayers,
¶That shall be vp at heauen, and enter there
¶To nothing temporall.
915Ang. Well: come to me to morrow.
¶Luc. Goe to: 'tis well; away.
¶Ang. Amen.
¶For I am that way going to temptation,
¶Isab. At what hower to morrow,
¶Shall I attend your Lordship?
¶Ang. At any time 'fore-noone.
¶Isab. 'Saue your Honour.
925Ang. From thee: euen from thy vertue.
¶What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine?
¶That, lying by the Violet in the Sunne,
930Doe as the Carrion do's, not as the flowre,
¶That Modesty may more betray our Sence
¶Shall we desire to raze the Sanctuary
935And pitch our euils there? oh fie, fie, fie:
¶What dost thou? or what art thou Angelo?
¶That make her good? oh, let her brother liue :
¶Theeues for their robbery haue authority,
¶And feast vpon her eyes? what is't I dreame on?
¶Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint,
945Is that temptation, that doth goad vs on
¶To sinne, in louing vertue: neuer could the Strumpet
¶With all her double vigor, Art, and Nature
¶Once stir my temper: but this vertuous Maid
¶Subdues me quite: Euer till now
950When men were fond, I smild, and wondred how.
Exit.
¶
Scena Tertia.
¶
Enter Duke and Prouost.
¶Here in the prison: doe me the common right
¶To let me see them: and to make me know
¶The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
960To them accordingly.
¶Pro. I would do more then that, if more were needfull
¶
Enter Iuliet.
¶Looke here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine,
¶Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth,
965Hath blisterd her report: She is with childe,
¶And he that got it, sentenc'd: a yong man,
¶More fit to doe another such offence,
¶Then dye for this.
970Pro. As I do thinke to morrow.
¶I haue prouided for you, stay a while
¶And you shall be conducted.
¶And try your penitence, if it be sound,
¶Or hollowly put on.
¶Iul. Ile gladly learne.
¶Duk. Loue you the man that wrong'd you?
980Iul. Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him.
¶Was mutually committed.
¶Iul. Mutually.
¶Showing we would not spare heauen, as we loue it,
990But as we stand in feare.
¶Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill,
¶And take the shame with ioy.
¶Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow,
995And I am going with instruction to him:
¶Grace goe with you, Benedicite.
Exit.
¶Is still a dying horror.
¶
Scena Quarta.
¶
Enter Angelo.
¶An. When I would pray, & think, I thinke, and pray
1005Whilst my Inuention, hearing not my Tongue,
¶Anchors on Isabell: heauen in my mouth,
¶As if I did but onely chew his name,
1010Is like a good thing, being often read
¶Growne feard, and tedious: yea, my Grauitie
¶Wherein (let no man heare me) I take pride,
¶Could I, with boote, change for an idle plume
¶Which the ayre beats for vaine: oh place, oh forme,
¶Let's write good Angell on the Deuills horne
¶'Tis not the Deuills Crest: how now? who's there?
1020
Enter Seruant.
¶Ang. Teach her the way: oh, heauens
¶Why doe's my bloud thus muster to my heart,
¶Making both it vnable for it selfe,
¶Crowd to his presence, where their vn-taught loue
¶Must needs appear offence: how now faire Maid.
¶
Enter Isabella.
¶Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother cannot liue.
¶Ang. Yet may he liue a while : and it may be
1040As long as you, or I: yet he must die.
¶Isab. Vnder your Sentence?
¶Ang. Yea.
¶To pardon him, that hath from nature stolne
¶A man already made, as to remit
¶Falsely to take away a life true made,
¶As to put mettle in restrained meanes
¶To make a false one.
¶Now tooke your brothers life, and to redeeme him
1060Isab. Sir, beleeue this.
¶I had rather giue my body, then my soule.
¶Stand more for number, then for accompt.
¶I (now the voyce of the recorded Law)
¶Pronounce a sentence on your Brothers life,
¶Might there not be a charitie in sinne,
1070To saue this Brothers life?
¶Ile take it as a perill to my soule,
¶It is no sinne at all, but charitie.
1075Were equall poize of sinne, and charitie.
¶Heauen let me beare it: you granting of my suit,
¶If that be sin, Ile make it my Morne-praier,
¶To haue it added to the faults of mine,
1080And nothing of your answere.
¶Ang. Nay, but heare me,
¶Isab. Let be ignorant, and in nothing good,
1085But graciously to know I am no better.
¶Proclaime an en-shield beauty ten times louder
¶Then beauty could displaied: But marke me,
¶Your Brother is to dye.
¶Isab. So.
¶Accountant to the Law, vpon that paine.
1095Isab. True.
1100Whose creadit with the Iudge, or owne great place,
¶Could fetch your Brother from the Manacles
¶Of the all-building-Law: and that there were
¶No earthly meane to saue him, but that either
¶What would you doe?
¶That is: were I vnder the tearmes of death,
¶That longing haue bin sicke for, ere I'ld yeeld
¶My body vp to shame.
¶Isa. And 'twer the cheaper way:
1115Better it were a brother dide at once,
¶Should die for euer.
¶Ang. Were not you then as cruell as the Sentence,
¶Are of two houses: lawfull mercie,
¶Is nothing kin to fowle redemption.
¶And rather prou'd the sliding of your brother
1125A merriment, then a vice.
¶Isa. Oh pardon me my Lord, it oft fals out
¶To haue, what we would haue,
¶We speake not what vve meane;
1130For his aduantage that I dearely loue.
¶Ang. We are all fraile.
¶If not a fedarie but onely he
1135Ang. Nay, women are fraile too.
¶Which are as easie broke as they make formes:
¶Women? Helpe heauen; men their creation marre
¶In profiting by them: Nay, call vs ten times fraile,
1140For we are soft, as our complexions are,
¶And credulous to false prints.
¶Ang. I thinke it well:
1145Then faults may shake our frames) let me be bold;
¶I do arrest your words. Be that you are,
¶That is a woman; if you be more, you'r none.
¶If you be one (as you are well exprest
¶By all externall warrants) shew it now,
1150By putting on the destin'd Liuerie.
¶Isa. I haue no tongue but one; gentle my Lord,
¶Let me entreate you speake the former language.
¶Ang. Plainlie conceiue I loue you.
¶Isa. My brother did loue Iuliet,
1155And you tell me that he shall die for't.
¶Isa. I know your vertue hath a licence in't,
¶Which seemes a little fouler then it is,
¶To plucke on others.
1160Ang. Beleeue me on mine Honor,
¶Isa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd,
¶I will proclaime thee Angelo, looke for't.
1165Signe me a present pardon for my brother,
¶Or with an out-stretcht throate Ile tell the world aloud
¶What man thou art.
1170My vouch against you, and my place i'th State,
¶And smell of calumnie. I haue begun,
¶Lay by all nicetie, and prolixious blushes
¶By yeelding vp thy bodie to my will,
¶Or by the affection that now guides me most,
¶Ile proue a Tirant to him. As for you,
¶Say what you can; my false, ore-weighs your true.
Exit
¶Who would beleeue me? O perilous mouthes
¶Either of condemnation, or approofe,
¶Bidding the Law make curtsie to their will,
1190Hooking both right and wrong to th' appetite,
¶To follow as it drawes. Ile to my brother,
¶Though he hath falne by prompture of the blood,
¶Yet hath he in him such a minde of Honor,
¶That had he twentie heads to tender downe
1195On twentie bloodie blockes, hee'ld yeeld them vp,
¶To such abhord pollution.
¶"More then our Brother, is our Chastitie.
1200Ile tell him yet of Angelo's request,
Exit.
¶
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter Duke, Claudio, and Prouost.
¶Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?
¶But onely hope: I'haue hope to liue, and am prepar'd to
¶die.
¶That none but fooles would keepe: a breath thou art,
¶Seruile to all the skyie-influences
¶Hourely afflict: Meerely, thou art deaths foole,
¶For all th' accommodations that thou bearst,
¶Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy selfe,
¶After the Moone: If thou art rich, thou'rt poore,
1230Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie,
¶And death vnloads thee; Friend hast thou none.
¶For thine owne bowels which do call thee, fire
¶The meere effusion of thy proper loines
¶Do curse the Gowt, Sapego, and the Rheume
¶But as it were an after-dinners sleepe
¶Becomes as aged, and doth begge the almes
¶Of palsied-Eld: and when thou art old, and rich
1240Thou hast neither heate, affection, limbe, nor beautie
¶To make thy riches pleasant: what's yet in this
¶That beares the name of life? Yet in this life
¶Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we feare
¶That makes these oddes, all euen.
1245Cla. I humblie thanke you.
¶And seeking death, finde life: Let it come on.
¶
Enter Isabella.
1250panie.
¶welcome.
¶Pro. And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's your
¶conceal'd.
¶Isa. Why,
1265Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen
¶To Morrow you set on.
1270Clau. Is there no remedie?
¶To cleaue a heart in twaine:
¶Clau. But is there anie?
¶Isa. Yes brother, you may liue;
1275There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge,
¶If you'l implore it, that will free your life,
¶But fetter you till death.
¶Cla. Perpetuall durance?
1280Through all the worlds vastiditie you had
¶To a determin'd scope.
¶Clau. But in what nature?
¶Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare,
1285And leaue you naked.
¶Clau. Let me know the point.
¶Isa. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake,
1290Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die?
¶And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon
¶In corporall sufferance, finds a pang as great,
¶As when a Giant dies.
¶Thinke you I can a resolution fetch
¶And hugge it in mine armes.
¶Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
¶Thou art too noble, to conserue a life
1305Nips youth i'th head, and follies doth emmew
¶As Falcon doth the Fowle, is yet a diuell:
¶His filth within being cast, he would appeare
¶A pond, as deepe as hell.
¶Cla. The prenzie, Angelo?
1310Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell,
¶In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,
¶If I would yeeld him my virginitie
¶Thou might'st be freed?
1315Cla. Oh heauens, it cannot be.
¶Isa. Yes, he would giu't thee; from this rank offence
¶So to offend him still. This night's the time
¶That I should do what I abhorre to name,
¶Isa. O, were it but my life,
¶I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance
¶As frankely as a pin.
1325Isa. Be readie Claudio, for your death to morrow.
¶Clau. Yes. Has he affections in him,
¶That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose,
¶When he would force it? Sure it is no sinne,
¶Why would he for the momentarie tricke
¶Be perdurablie fin'de? Oh Isabell.
1335Cla. Death is a fearefull thing.
¶Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where,
¶To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot,
1340A kneaded clod; And the delighted spirit
¶To bath in fierie floods, or to recide
¶In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice,
¶Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.
¶That Age, Ache, periury, and imprisonment
1350Can lay on nature, is a Paradise
¶To what we feare of death.
¶Isa. Alas, alas.
¶That it becomes a vertue.
¶Wilt thou be made a man, out of my vice?
1360Is't not a kinde of Incest, to take life
¶Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire:
1365Die, perish: Might but my bending downe
¶Repreeue thee from thy fate, it should proceede.
¶Ile pray a thousand praiers for thy death,
¶No word to saue thee.
1370Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie:
¶Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade;
¶Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd,
1375Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word.
¶Isa. What is your Will.
¶would require, is likewise your owne benefit.
¶stolen out of other affaires : but I will attend you a while.
¶She (hauing the truth of honour in her) hath made him
¶that gracious deniall, which he is most glad to receiue: I
1390solution with hopes that are fallible, to morrow you
¶must die, goe to your knees, and make ready.
¶with life, that I will sue to be rid of it.
1395with you.
¶Pro. What's your will (father?)
¶Duk. That now you are come, you wil be gone : leaue
¶me a while with the Maid, my minde promises with my
¶Duk. The hand that hath made you faire, hath made
¶you good : the goodnes that is cheape in beauty, makes
¶beauty briefe in goodnes; but grace being the soule of
¶your complexion, shall keepe the body of it euer faire:
¶conuaid to my vnderstanding; and but that frailty hath
¶examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo: how
¶Brother?
¶lawfullie borne. But (oh) how much is the good Duke
¶deceiu'd in Angelo: if euer he returne, and I can speake
1415uernment.
¶triall of you onelie. Therefore fasten your eare on my
¶aduisings, to the loue I haue in doing good; a remedie
¶rited benefit; redeem your brother from the angry Law;
¶do any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of my
¶spirit.
¶Duke. Vertue is bold, and goodnes neuer fearefull:
¶dericke the great Souldier, who miscarried at Sea?
¶Isa. I haue heard of the Lady, and good words went
¶with her name.
1435fianced to her oath, and the nuptiall appointed: between
¶which time of the contract, and limit of the solemnitie,
¶her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea, hauing in that
¶heauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman, there she
1440lost a noble and renowned brother, in his loue toward
¶her, euer most kinde and naturall: with him the portion
¶and sinew of her fortune, her marriage dowry: with
¶Angelo.
¶Duke. Left her in her teares, & dried not one of them
¶her on her owne lamentation, which she yet weares for
¶them, but relents not.
¶Isab. What a merit were it in death to take this poore
¶maid from the world? what corruption in this life, that
1455uaile?
¶cure of it not onely saues your brother, but keepes you
¶from dishonor in doing it.
¶Isab. Shew me how (good Father.)
¶(like an impediment in the Current) made it more vio-
1465ring with a plausible obedience, agree with his demands
¶to the point: onely referre your selfe to this aduantage;
¶maid to steed vp your appointment, goe in your place:
¶if the encounter acknowledge it selfe heereafter, it may
¶compell him to her recompence; and heere, by this is
¶your brother saued, your honor vntainted, the poore
1475Mariana aduantaged, and the corrupt Deputy scaled.
¶The Maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt: if
¶you thinke well to carry this as you may, the doublenes
¶of the benefit defends the deceit from reproofe. What
¶thinke you of it?
1480Isab. The image of it giues me content already, and I
¶dily to Angelo, if for this night he intreat you to his bed,
1485Lukes, there at the moated-Grange recides this deie-
¶cted Mariana; at that place call vpon me, and dispatch
¶with Angelo, that it may be quickly.
¶Isab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well good
¶father.
Exit.
1490
Enter Elbow, Clowne, Officers.
¶Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you
¶order of Law; a fur'd gowne to keepe him warme; and
¶being richer then Innocency, stands for the facing.
¶Frier.
¶Duk. And you good Brother Father; what offence
¶hath this man made you, Sir?
¶Elb. Marry Sir, he hath offended the Law; and Sir,
1505we take him to be a Theefe too Sir: for wee haue found
¶to the Deputie.
¶Duke. Fie, sirrah, a Bawd, a wicked bawd,
1510That is thy meanes to liue. Do thou but thinke
¶What 'tis to cram a maw, or cloath a backe
¶From their abhominable and beastly touches
¶I drinke, I eate away my selfe, and liue:
1515Canst thou beleeue thy liuing is a life,
¶So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend.
¶But yet Sir I would proue.
1520Thou wilt proue his. Take him to prison Officer:
¶Ere this rude beast will profit.
¶Elb. He must before the Deputy Sir, he ha's giuen
¶him warning: the Deputy cannot abide a Whore-ma-
1525ster: if he be a Whore-monger, and comes before him,
¶he were as good go a mile on his errand.
¶Duke. That we were all, as some would seeme to bee
¶From our faults, as faults from seeming free.
¶
1530Elb. His necke will come to your wast, a Cord sir.
Enter Lucio.
¶and a friend of mine.
¶Luc. How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheels
¶of Casar? Art thou led in triumph? What is there none
1535of Pigmalions Images newly made woman to bee had
¶now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting
¶Tune, Matter, and Method? Is't not drown'd i'th last
1540Man? Which is the vvay? Is it sad, and few words?
¶Or how? The tricke of it?
1550son Pompey?
¶I sent thee thether: for debt Pompey? Or how?
¶Elb. For being a baud, for being a baud.
¶the due of a baud, why 'tis his right. Baud is he doubt-
¶Pompey: Commend me to the prison Pompey, you will
¶turne good husband now Pompey, you vvill keepe the
1560house.
¶Luc. No indeed vvil I not Pompey, it is not the wear:
¶I will pray ( Pompey) to encrease your bondage if you
¶take it not patiently: Why, your mettle is the more:
1565Adieu trustie Pompey.
¶Duke. And you.
1570Clo. You will not baile me then Sir?
¶er? What newes?
¶Luc. Goe to kennell ( Pompey) goe:
1575What newes Frier of the Duke?
¶Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?
¶some, he is in Rome: but where is he thinke you?
1580him well.
¶from the State, and vsurpe the beggerie hee was neuer
¶borne to: Lord Angelo Dukes it well in his absence: he
1585Duke. He do's well in't.
¶Luc. A little more lenitie to Lecherie would doe no
¶harme in him: Something too crabbed that way, Frier.
¶Frier, till eating and drinking be put downe. They say
¶this Angelo vvas not made by Man and Woman, after
¶this downe-right vvay of Creation: is it true, thinke
¶you?
¶that he vvas begot betweene two Stock-fishes. But it
¶is certaine, that when he makes water, his Vrine is con-
¶geal'd ice, that I know to bee true: and he is a motion
1600generatiue, that's infallible.
¶the rebellion of a Cod-peece, to take away the life of a
¶man? Would the Duke that is absent haue done this?
1605Ere he vvould haue hang'd a man for the getting a hun-
1610for Women, he was not enclin'd that vvay.
¶Luc. Oh Sir, you are deceiu'd.
¶Luc. Who, not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of fifty:
1615Duke had Crochets in him. Hee would be drunke too,
¶that let me informe you.
1620drawing.
¶in the teeth and the lippes: but this I can let you vnder-
1625vvise.
1630hath helmed, must vppon a warranted neede, giue him
¶a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in
¶his owne bringings forth, and hee shall appeare to the
1635more, it is much darkned in your malice.
¶Luc. Sir, I know him, and I loue him.
¶ledge with deare loue.
¶Luc. Come Sir, I know what I know.
¶what you speake. But if euer the Duke returne (as our
¶haue courage to maintaine it; I am bound to call vppon
1645you, and I pray you your name?
¶Luc. Sir my name is Lucio, wel known to the Duke.
¶report you.
¶Luc. I feare you not.
1650Duke. O, you hope the Duke will returne no more:
¶or you imagine me to vnhurtfull an opposite: but indeed
¶gaine?
1655Friar. But no more of this: Canst thou tell if Claudio
¶die to morrow, or no?
¶I would the Duke we talke of were return'd againe: this
1660vngenitur'd Agent will vn-people the Prouince with
¶eeues, because they are lecherous: The Duke yet would
¶haue darke deeds darkelie answered, hee would neuer
¶bring them to light: would hee were return'd. Marrie
¶Friar, I prethee pray for me: The Duke (I say to thee
¶againe) would eate Mutton on Fridaies. He's now past
Exit.
¶Can tie the gall vp in the slanderous tong?
1675But who comes heere?
¶
¶Esc. Go, away with her to prison.
Enter Escalus, Prouost, and Bawd.
¶Bawd. Good my Lord be good to mee, your Honor
¶is accounted a mercifull man: good my Lord.
¶and play the Tirant.
¶Pro. A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance, may it
¶please your Honor.
¶him in the Dukes time, he promis'd her marriage: his
¶Childe is a yeere and a quarter olde come Philip and Ia-
1690to abuse me.
¶him be call'd before vs, Away with her to prison: Goe
¶too, no more words. Prouost, my Brother Angelo will
¶not be alter'd, Claudio must die to morrow: Let him be
¶tion. If my brother wrought by my pitie, it should not
¶be so with him.
¶and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death.
1700Esc. Good' euen, good Father.
¶Esc. Of whence are you?
¶Duke. Not of this Countrie, though my chance is now
¶To vse it for my time: I am a brother
1705Of gracious Order, late come from the Sea,
¶Esc. What newes abroad i'th World?
1710ueltie is onely in request, and as it is as dangerous to be
¶aliue to make Societies secure, but Securitie enough to
1715the wisedome of the world: This newes is old enough,
¶position was the Duke?
¶merrie at anie thing which profest to make him reioice.
¶A Gentleman of all temperance. But leaue wee him to
¶his euents, with a praier they may proue prosperous, &
1725let me desire to know, how you finde Claudio prepar'd?
¶tion.
¶Esc. You haue paid the heauens your Function, and
¶seuere, that he hath forc'd me to tell him, hee is indeede
¶Iustice.
1740Duke. If his owne life,
¶It shall become him well: wherein if he chance to faile
1745Duke. Peace be with you.
¶He who the sword of Heauen will beare,
¶Should be as holy, as seueare:
¶Patterne in himselfe to know,
¶Grace to stand, and Vertue go:
¶Then by selfe-offences weighing.
¶Kils for faults of his owne liking:
¶Twice trebble shame on Angelo,
1755To vveede my vice, and let his grow.
¶Oh, what may Man within him hide,
¶Though Angel on the outward side?
¶Making practise on the Times,
1760To draw with ydle Spiders strings
¶With Angelo to night shall lye
¶And performe an olde contracting.
Exit
¶
Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.
¶
Enter Mariana, and Boy singing.
¶But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,
¶
Enter Duke.
¶Here comes a man of comfort, whose aduice
1780I cry you mercie, Sir, and well could wish
¶My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe.
1785To make bad, good; and good prouoake to harme.
¶I pray you tell me, hath any body enquir'd for mee here
¶to day; much vpon this time haue I promis'd here to
¶meete.
1790here all day.
¶
Enter Isabell.
¶euen now. I shall craue your forbearance a little, may be
¶I will call vpon you anone for some aduantage to your
1795selfe.
¶Duk. Very well met, and well come:
¶What is the newes from this good Deputie?
¶Isab. He hath a Garden circummur'd with Bricke,
¶And to that Vineyard is a planched gate,
¶That makes his opening with this bigger Key:
¶This other doth command a little doore,
¶Which from the Vineyard to the Garden leades,
1805There haue I made my promise, vpon the
¶Heauy midle of the night, to call vpon him.
¶Isab. I haue t'ane a due, and wary note vpon't,
1810In action all of precept, he did show me
¶The way twice ore.
¶Duk. Are there no other tokens
¶Betweene you 'greed, concerning her obseruance?
¶Isab. No: none but onely a repaire ith' darke,
¶Can be but briefe: for I haue made him know,
¶I haue a Seruant comes with me along
¶I come about my Brother.
1820Duk. 'Tis well borne vp.
¶I haue not yet made knowne to Mariana
¶
Enter Mariana.
¶A word of this: what hoa, within; come forth,
¶I pray you be acquainted with this Maid,
1825She comes to doe you good.
¶Mar. Good Frier, I know you do, and haue found it.
¶Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand
1830Who hath a storie readie for your eare:
¶The vaporous night approaches.
1835Are stucke vpon thee: volumes of report
¶Make thee the father of their idle dreame,
¶And racke thee in their fancies. Welcome, how agreed?
1840
Enter Mariana and Isabella.
¶Isab. Shee'll take the enterprize vpon her father,
¶If you aduise it.
¶But my entreaty too.
¶When you depart from him, but soft and low,
¶Remember now my brother.
¶Mar. Feare me not.
¶Duk. Nor gentle daughter, feare you not at all:
1850He is your husband on a pre-contract:
¶To bring you thus together 'tis no sinne,
¶Sith that the Iustice of your title to him
¶Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let vs goe,
¶Our Corne's to reape, for yet our Tithes to sow.
Exeunt.
1855
Scena Secunda.
¶
¶Pro. Come hither sirha; can you cut off a mans head?
Enter Prouost and Clowne.
¶Clo. If the man be a Bachelor Sir, I can:
¶But if he be a married man, he's his wiues head,
1860And I can neuer cut off a womans head.
¶cutioner, who in his office lacks a helper, if you will take
¶ment, and your deliuerance with an vnpittied whipping;
¶for you haue beene a notorious bawd.
¶Clo. Sir, I haue beene an vnlawfull bawd, time out of
1870minde, but yet I will bee content to be a lawfull hang-
¶my fellow partner.
¶
Enter Abhorson.
¶Pro. Sirha, here's a fellow will helpe you to morrow
¶in your execution: if you thinke it meet, compound with
¶him by the yeere, and let him abide here with you, if not,
1880plead his estimation with you: he hath beene a Bawd.
¶mysterie.
¶Pro. Goe too Sir, you waigh equallie: a feather will
¶turne the Scale.
Exit.
¶good fauor you haue, but that you haue a hanging look:
¶be hang'd, I cannot imagine.
1895Clo. Proofe.
¶Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.
¶Clo. If it be too little for your theefe, your true man
¶thinkes it bigge enough. If it bee too bigge for your
¶Theefe, your Theefe thinkes it little enough: So euerie
1900true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.
¶
Enter Prouost.
¶Pro. Are you agreed?
¶man is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd: he doth
¶to morrow, foure a clocke.
¶Trade: follow.
¶good turne.
Exit
1915Th' one has my pitie; not a iot the other,
¶Being a Murtherer, though he were my brother.
¶
Enter Claudio.
¶Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death,
¶'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow
1920Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?
¶When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,
¶He will not wake.
¶Pro. Who can do good on him?
¶Heauen giue your spirits comfort: by, and by,
¶I hope it is some pardon, or repreeue
¶For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome Father.
¶
Enter Duke.
¶Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?
¶Pro. No.
1935Duke. They will then er't be long.
¶Pro. What comfort is for Claudio?
¶Pro. It is a bitter Deputie.
¶To qualifie in others: were he meal'd with that
¶Which he corrects, then were he tirrannous,
¶The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men:
¶Arise to let him in: he is call'd vp.
¶Duke. Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet?
¶But he must die to morrow?
¶Pro. None Sir, none.
¶You shall heare more ere Morning.
¶Pro. Happely
¶You something know: yet I beleeue there comes
¶No countermand: no such example haue we:
¶Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare
¶Profest the contrarie.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
¶Duke. This is his Lords man.
1965Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon.
¶Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note,
¶And by mee this further charge;
¶Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance.
1970Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day.
¶Duke. This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin,
¶For which the Pardoner himselfe is in:
¶Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie,
1975When it is borne in high Authority.
¶When Vice makes Mercie; Mercie's so extended,
¶That for the faults loue, is th' offender friended.
¶Now Sir, what newes?
¶Pro. I told you:
¶In mine Office, awakens mee
¶With this vnwonted putting on, methinks strangely:
¶For he hath not vs'd it before.
¶Duk. Pray you let's heare.
¶
ecuted by foure of the clocke, and in the afternoone Bernar-
¶ head sent me by fiue. Let this be duely performed with a
1990 thought that more depends on it, then we must yet deliuer.
¶ Thus faile not to doe your Office, as you will answere it at
¶your perill.
¶What say you to this Sir?
1995ted in th' afternoone?
¶One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old.
¶either deliuer'd him to his libertie, or executed him? I
2000haue heard it was euer his manner to do so.
¶And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord
¶Angelo, came not to an vndoubtfull proofe.
¶Duke. It is now apparant?
¶How seemes he to be touch'd?
¶of mortality, and desperately mortall.
¶Duke. He wants aduice.
2015would not. Drunke many times a day, if not many daies
¶entirely drunke. We haue verie oft awak'd him, as if to
¶rant for it, it hath not moued him at all.
¶Duke. More of him anon: There is written in your
¶truly, my ancient skill beguiles me: but in the boldnes
¶of my cunning, I will lay my selfe in hazard: Claudio,
¶whom heere you haue warrant to execute, is no greater
¶forfeit to the Law, then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him.
¶craue but foure daies respit: for the which, you are to
¶Pro. Pray Sir, in what?
¶Duke. In the delaying death.
¶liuer his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my
¶Duke. By the vow of mine Order, I warrant you,
2035If my instructions may be your guide,
¶Let this Barnardine be this morning executed,
¶And his head borne to Angelo.
¶And will discouer the fauour.
¶adde to it; Shaue the head, and tie the beard, and say it
¶death: you know the course is common. If any thing
¶fall to you vpon this, more then thankes and good for-
¶it with my life.
¶putie?
¶Duke. You will thinke you haue made no offence, if
¶the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing?
¶Pro. But what likelihood is in that?
2055I see you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity, nor
¶then I meant, to plucke all feares out of you. Looke
¶you Sir, heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke: you
¶know the Charracter I doubt not, and the Signet is not
2060strange to you?
¶Pro. I know them both.
¶Duke. The Contents of this, is the returne of the
2065heere. This is a thing that Angelo knowes not, for hee
¶this very day receiues letters of strange tenor, perchance
¶nasterie, but by chance nothing of what is writ. Looke,
¶th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard; put not
¶all difficulties are but easie when they are knowne. Call
¶your executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I will
Exit.
¶
Scena Tertia.
¶
Enter Clowne.
¶Clo. I am as well acquainted heere, as I was in our
2080Ouer-dons owne house, for heere be manie of her olde
¶commoditie of browne paper, and olde Ginger, nine
¶Markes readie money: marrie then, Ginger was not
2085much in request, for the olde Women vvere all dead.
¶colour'd Satten, which now peaches him a beggar.
¶Then haue vve heere, yong Dizie, and yong M Deepe-
¶pier and dagger man, and yong Drop-heire that kild lu-
¶stie Pudding, and M Forthlight the Tilter, and braue M
¶Shootie the great Traueller, and wilde Halfe-Canne that
¶stabb'd Pots, and I thinke fortie more, all great doers in
2095our Trade, and are now for the Lords sake.
¶
Enter Abhorson.
¶Abh. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether.
¶M Barnardine.
2100Abh. What hoa Barnardine.
¶
Barnardine within.
¶there? What are you?
¶Clo. Your friends Sir, the Hangman:
¶And that quickly too.
2110ecuted, and sleepe afterwards.
¶Ab. Go in to him, and fetch him out.
¶Clo. He is comming Sir, he is comming: I heare his
¶
Enter Barnardine.
¶Clo. Verie readie Sir.
¶What's the newes vvith you?
2120prayers: for looke you, the Warrants come.
¶Bar. You Rogue, I haue bin drinking all night,
¶I am not fitted for't.
¶Clo. Oh, the better Sir: for he that drinkes all night,
¶and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleepe the
2125sounder all the next day.
¶
Enter Duke.
¶ther: do we iest now thinke you?
¶Duke. Sir, induced by my charitie, and hearing how
¶Comfort you, and pray with you.
¶Bar. Friar, not I: I haue bin drinking hard all night,
¶and I will haue more time to prepare mee, or they shall
¶beat out my braines with billets: I will not consent to
2135die this day, that's certaine.
¶Looke forward on the iournie you shall go.
2140Duke. But heare you:
¶come to my Ward: for thence will not I to day.
¶
Exit
¶
2145Duke. Vnfit to liue, or die: oh grauell heart.
Enter Prouost.
¶After him (Fellowes) bring him to the blocke.
¶Duke. A creature vnpre-par'd, vnmeet for death,
¶And to transport him in the minde he is,
2150Were damnable.
¶There died this morning of a cruell Feauor,
¶One Ragozine, a most notorious Pirate,
¶A man of Claudio's yeares: his beard, and head
2155Iust of his colour. What if we do omit
¶This Reprobate, til he were wel enclin'd,
¶Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
¶Duke. Oh, 'tis an accident that heauen prouides:
¶Prefixt by Angelo: See this be done,
¶And sent according to command, whiles I
¶Perswade this rude wretch willingly to die.
2165But Barnardine must die this afternoone,
¶And how shall we continue Claudio,
¶To saue me from the danger that might come,
¶If he were knowne aliue?
¶Duke. Let this be done,
2170Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio,
¶Ere twice the Sun hath made his iournall greeting
¶To yond generation, you shal finde
¶Now wil I write Letters to Angelo,
¶And that by great Iniunctions I am bound
2180To enter publikely : him Ile desire
¶To meet me at the consecrated Fount,
¶A League below the Citie: and from thence,
¶By cold gradation, and weale-ballanc'd forme.
¶We shal proceed with Angelo.
2185
Enter Prouost.
¶For I would commune with you of such things,
¶That want no eare but yours.
¶
Isabell within.
¶Isa. Peace hoa, be heere.
¶If yet her brothers pardon be come hither:
2195But I will keepe her ignorant of her good,
¶To make her heauenly comforts of dispaire,
¶When it is least expected.
¶
Enter Isabella.
¶Isa. Hoa, by your leaue.
2200Duke. Good morning to you, faire, and gracious
¶daughter.
¶Hath yet the Deputie sent my brothers pardon?
2205His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
¶Duke. It is no other,
¶Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies.
¶Iniurious world, most damned Angelo.
¶Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a iot,
¶Forbeare it therefore, giue your cause to heauen,
¶By euery sillable a faithful veritie.
¶The Duke comes home to morrow: nay drie your eyes,
¶Giues me this instance: Already he hath carried
2220Notice to Escalus and Angelo,
¶Who do prepare to meete him at the gates,
¶In that good path that I would wish it go,
2225Grace of the Duke, reuenges to your heart,
¶And general Honor.
¶Isa. I am directed by you.
¶Duk. This Letter then to Friar Peter giue,
¶'Tis that he sent me of the Dukes returne:
2230Say, by this token, I desire his companie
¶Ile perfect him withall, and he shal bring you
¶Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo
2235I am combined by a sacred Vow,
¶Command these fretting waters from your eies
¶With a light heart; trust not my holie Order
2240
Enter Lucio.
¶Luc. Good' euen;
¶Frier, where's the Prouost?
¶Duke. Not within Sir.
¶Luc. Oh prettie Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to
¶to dine and sup with water and bran: I dare not for my
¶head fill my belly. One fruitful Meale would set mee
¶too't: but they say the Duke will be heere to Morrow.
2250tastical Duke of darke corners had bene at home, he had
¶liued.
¶Duke. Sir, the Duke is marueilous little beholding
¶to your reports, but the best is, he liues not in them.
2255do: he's a better woodman then thou tak'st him for.
¶Luc. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee,
¶I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke.
2260if they be true: if not true, none were enough.
¶Lucio. I was once before him for getting a Wench
¶with childe.
2265They would else haue married me to the rotten Medler.
¶well.
¶Lucio. By my troth Ile go with thee to the lanes end:
¶if baudy talke offend you, wee'l haue very litle of it: nay
Exeunt
¶
Scena Quarta.
¶
Enter Angelo & Escalus.
¶bee not tainted: and why meet him at the gates and de-
¶liuer our authorities there?
¶of Complaints, and to deliuer vs from deuices heere-
2285vs.
¶times i'th' morne, Ile call you at your house: giue notice
Exit.
¶This deede vnshapes me quite, makes me vnpregnant
¶And dull to all proceedings. A deflowred maid,
¶And by an eminent body, that enforc'd
¶For my Authority beares of a credent bulke,
¶That no particular scandall once can touch
¶But it confounds the breather. He should haue liu'd,
¶Might in the times to come haue ta'ne reuenge
¶Alack, when once our grace we haue forgot,
2305Nothing goes right, we would, and we would not.
Exit.
¶
Scena Quinta.
¶
Enter Duke and Frier Peter.
2310The matter being a foote, keepe your instruction
¶And hold you euer to our speciall drift,
¶Though sometimes you doe blench from this to that
¶And tell him where I stay: giue the like notice
¶And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate:
¶
Enter Varrius.
¶Come, we will walke: There's other of our friends
¶Will greet vs heere anon: my gentle Varrius.
Exeunt.
¶
Scena Sexta.
¶
Enter Isabella and Mariana.
¶That is your part, yet I am aduis'd to doe it,
¶Mar. Be rul'd by him.
¶That's bitter, to sweet end.
¶
Enter Peter.
2335Mar. I would Frier Peter
¶Isab. Oh peace, the Frier is come.
¶Where you may haue such vantage on the Duke
2340Twice haue the Trumpets sounded.
¶The generous, and grauest Citizens
¶Haue hent the gates, and very neere vpon
¶The Duke is entring:
¶Therefore hence away.
Exeunt.
2345
Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.
¶
Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Esculus, Lucio,
¶Citizens at seuerall doores.
¶Our old, and faithfull friend, we are glad to see you.
2350Ang. Esc. Happy returne be to your royall grace.
¶Duk. Many and harty thankings to you both:
¶We haue made enquiry of you, and we heare
¶Cannot but yeeld you forth to publique thankes
2355Forerunning more requitall.
¶To locke it in the wards of couert bosome
¶And razure of obliuion: Giue we your hand
¶And let the Subiect see, to make them know
¶That outward curtesies would faine proclaime
¶Fauours that keepe within: Come Escalus,
2365You must walke by vs, on our other hand:
¶And good supporters are you.
¶
Enter Peter and Isabella.
¶Peter. Now is your time
¶Speake loud, and kneele before him.
¶Vpon a wrong'd (I would faine haue said a Maid)
¶Oh worthy Prince, dishonor not your eye
¶By throwing it on any other obiect,
¶Till you haue heard me, in my true complaint,
¶Duk. Relate your wrongs;
¶In what, by whom? be briefe:
¶Reueale your selfe to him.
2380Isab. Oh worthy Duke,
¶You bid me seeke redemption of the diuell,
2385Heare me: oh heare me, heere.
¶Ang. My Lord, her wits I feare me are not firme:
¶She hath bin a suitor to me, for her Brother
¶That Angelo's a murtherer, is't not strange?
¶That Angelo is an adulterous thiefe,
2395An hypocrite, a virgin violator,
¶Isa. It is not truer he is Angelo,
¶Then this is all as true, as it is strange;
2400Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth
¶To th' end of reckning.
2405There is another comfort, then this world,
¶That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
¶But one, the wickedst caitiffe on the ground
¶As Angelo, euen so may Angelo
¶Be an arch-villaine: Beleeue it, royall Prince
¶If she be mad, as I beleeue no other,
¶Such a dependancy of thing, on thing,
¶Isab. Oh gracious Duke
¶To make the truth appeare, where it seemes hid,
¶Duk. Many that are not mad
¶What would you say?
2430Condemnd vpon the Act of Fornication
¶To loose his head, condemn'd by Angelo,
¶I, (in probation of a Sisterhood)
¶Was sent to by my Brother; one Lucio
2435Luc. That's I, and't like your Grace:
¶I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her,
¶To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo,
¶For her poore Brothers pardon.
¶Isab. That's he indeede.
¶Luc. No, my good Lord,
¶Nor wish'd to hold my peace.
¶Pray you take note of it: and when you haue
¶Be perfect.
¶Luc. I warrant your honor.
2450Luc. Right.
¶Duk. It may be right, but you are i'the wrong
¶To speake before your time: proceed,
¶Isab. I went
¶To this pernicious Caitiffe Deputie.
¶Isab. Pardon it,
¶The phrase is to the matter.
¶Duke. Mended againe: the matter: proceed.
2460How I perswaded, how I praid, and kneel'd,
¶How he refeld me, and how I replide
¶(For this was of much length) the vild conclusion
¶I now begin with griefe, and shame to vtter.
¶He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
¶Release my brother; and after much debatement,
¶And I did yeeld to him: But the next morne betimes,
2470For my poore brothers head.
¶Isab. Oh that it were as like as it is true.
¶He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe,
¶Thou cam'st heere to complaine.
¶Isab. And is this all?
2485Keepe me in patience, and with ripened time
¶Vnfold the euill, which is heere wrapt vp
¶In countenance: heauen shield your Grace from woe,
¶As I thus wrong'd, hence vnbeleeued goe.
¶Duke. I know you'ld faine be gone: An Officer:
2490To prison with her: Shall we thus permit
¶Who knew of your intent and comming hither?
¶Isa. One that I would were heere, Frier Lodowick.
¶Who knowes that Lodowicke?
¶Luc. My Lord, I know him, 'tis a medling Fryer,
¶I doe not like the man: had he been Lay my Lord,
¶And to set on this wretched woman here
¶A very scuruy fellow.
¶I haue stood by my Lord, and I haue heard
¶Your royall eare abus'd: first hath this woman
¶Who is as free from touch, or soyle with her
¶As she from one vngot.
2515Peter. I know him for a man diuine and holy,
¶Not scuruy, nor a temporary medler
¶As he's reported by this Gentleman:
¶And on my trust, a man that neuer yet
¶Did (as he vouches) mis-report your Grace.
¶Being come to knowledge, that there was complaint
2525Intended 'gainst Lord Angelo, came I hether
¶To speake as from his mouth, what he doth know
¶Is true, and false: And what he with his oath
¶And all probation will make vp full cleare
2530To iustifie this worthy Noble man
¶So vulgarly and personally accus'd,
¶Duk. Good Frier, let's heare it:
2535Doe you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
¶Oh heauen, the vanity of wretched fooles.
¶In this I'll be impartiall: be you Iudge
¶Of your owne Cause: Is this the Witnes Frier?
2540
Enter Mariana.
¶Vntill my husband bid me.
¶Duke. What, are you married?
2545Mar. No my Lord.
¶Duke. Are you a Maid?
¶Mar. No my Lord.
¶Duk. A Widow then?
¶Mar. Neither, my Lord.
¶dow, nor Wife?
¶them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
2555to prattle for himselfe.
¶Luc. Well my Lord.
2560Knowes not, that euer he knew me.
¶Luc. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better.
¶Luc. Well, my Lord.
2565Mar. Now I come to't, my Lord.
¶Shee that accuses him of Fornication,
¶And charges him, my Lord, with such a time,
¶When I'le depose I had him in mine Armes
2570With all th' effect of Loue.
¶Mar. Not that I know.
2575Who thinkes he knowes, that he nere knew my body,
¶But knows, he thinkes, that he knowes Isabels.
¶This is that face, thou cruell Angelo
¶This is the hand, which with a vowd contract
¶Was fast belockt in thine: This is the body
¶That tooke away the match from Isabell,
2585In her Imagin'd person.
¶Duke. Know you this woman?
¶Duk. Sirha, no more.
¶Luc. Enoug my Lord.
¶Betwixt my selfe, and her: which was broke off,
¶Partly for that her promis'd proportions
2595For that her reputation was dis-valued
¶In leuitie: Since which time of fiue yeres
¶Vpon my faith, and honor.
¶Mar. Noble Prince,
2600As there comes light from heauen, and words frō breath,
¶As there is sence in truth, and truth in vertue,
¶I am affianced this mans wife, as strongly
¶As words could make vp vowes: And my good Lord,
2605He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
¶Or else for euer be confixed here
¶A Marble Monument.
¶My patience here is touch'd: I doe perceiue
¶These poore informall women, are no more
¶That sets them on. Let me haue way, my Lord
2615To finde this practise out.
¶Duke. I, with my heart,
¶Thou foolish Frier, and thou pernicious woman
¶Compact with her that's gone: thinkst thou, thy oathes,
2620Though they would swear downe each particular Saint,
¶Sit with my Cozen, lend him your kinde paines
¶To finde out this abuse, whence 'tis deriu'd.
2625There is another Frier that set them on,
¶Let him be sent for.
¶Peter. Would he were here, my Lord, for he indeed
¶Hath set the women on to this Complaint;
¶Your Prouost knowes the place where he abides,
2630And he may fetch him.
¶And you, my noble and well-warranted Cosen
¶Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth,
¶Will leaue you; but stir not you till you haue
¶Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers.
Exit.
¶cio, did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a
¶nous speeches of the Duke.
¶notable fellow.
¶Luc. As any in Vienna, on my word.
¶speake with her: pray you, my Lord, giue mee leaue to
¶Luc. Not better then he, by her owne report.
¶Esc. Say you?
2655asham'd.
¶ Enter Duke, Prouost, Isabella..
¶Esc. I will goe darkely to worke with her.
¶night.
¶Denies all that you haue said.
¶Here, with the Prouost.
2665we call vpon you.
¶Luc. Mum.
¶der Lord Angelo? they haue confes'd you did.
2670Esc. How? Know you where you are?
¶Duk. Respect to your great place; and let the diuell
¶Be sometime honour'd, for his burning throne.
¶Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox;
2680Thus to retort your manifest Appeale,
¶And put your triall in the villaines mouth,
¶Which here you come to accuse.
¶Esc. Why thou vnreuerend, and vnhallowed Fryer:
¶To accuse this worthy man? but in foule mouth,
¶To call him villaine; and then to glance from him,
2690Take him hence; to th' racke with him: we'll towze you
¶Ioynt by ioynt, but we will know his purpose:
¶What? vniust?
¶No more stretch this finger of mine, then he
2695Dare racke his owne : his Subiect am I not,
¶Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
¶Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble,
¶Till it ore-run the Stew : Lawes, for all faults,
¶Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop,
¶As much in mocke, as marke.
¶Esc. Slander to th' State:
¶Away with him to prison.
¶Is this the man you did tell vs of?
¶Luc. 'Tis he, my Lord: come hither goodman bald-pate,
¶doe you know me?
¶said of the Duke.
2715ger, a foole, and a coward, as you then reported him
¶to be?
¶much more, much worse.
2720Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow: did I not plucke thee
2725Esc. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall: Away
¶ther confederate companion.
2735sheepe-biting face, and be hang'd an houre: Will't
¶not off?
¶Duk. Thou art the first knaue, that ere mad'st a Duke.
¶Sneake not away Sir, for the Fryer, and you,
2740Must haue a word anon: lay hold on him.
¶We'll borrow place of him; Sir, by your leaue:
¶Ha'st thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
2745That yet can doe thee office? If thou ha'st
¶Rely vpon it, till my tale be heard,
¶And hold no longer out.
¶Ang. Oh, my dread Lord,
2750To thinke I can be vndiscerneable,
¶When I perceiue your grace, like powre diuine,
¶Is all the grace I beg.
¶Duk. Come hither Mariana,
¶Say: was't thou ere contracted to this woman?
¶Ang. I was my Lord.
¶Doe you the office ( Fryer) which consummate,
¶Returne him here againe: goe with him Prouost.
Exit.
¶Your Frier is now your Prince: As I was then
¶(Not changing heart with habit) I am still,
¶Atturnied at your seruice.
2770Isab. Oh giue me pardon
¶Your vnknowne Soueraigntie.
¶And now, deere Maide, be you as free to vs.
2775Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart:
¶Labouring to saue his life: and would not rather
2780It was the swift celeritie of his death,
¶Which I did thinke, with slower foot came on,
¶That brain'd my purpose: but peace be with him,
¶That life is better life past fearing death,
¶Then that which liues to feare: make it your comfort,
2785So happy is your Brother.
¶
Enter Angelo, Maria, Peter, Prouost.
¶Isab. I doe my Lord.
¶Duk. For this new-maried man, approaching here,
2790Your well defended honor: you must pardon
¶For Mariana's sake: But as he adiudg'd your Brother,
¶Being criminall, in double violation
¶Thereon dependant for your Brothers life,
2795The very mercy of the Law cries out
¶Most audible, euen from his proper tongue.
¶An Angelo for Claudio, death for death :
2800Then Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested;
¶Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee vantage.
¶We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke
¶Away with him.
¶I hope you will not mocke me with a husband?
¶I thought your marriage fit: else Imputation,
2810For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
¶Although by confutation they are ours;
¶We doe en-state, and widow you with all,
¶To buy you a better husband.
2815Mar. Oh my deere Lord,
¶I craue no other, nor no better man.
¶Duke. Neuer craue him, we are definitiue.
¶Mar. Gentle my Liege.
2820Away with him to death: Now Sir, to you.
¶Lend me your knees, and all my life to come,
¶I'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice.
2825Should she kneele downe, in mercie of this fact,
¶Her Brothers ghost, his paued bed would breake,
¶And take her hence in horror.
¶Sweet Isabel, doe yet but kneele by me,
¶And for the most, become much more the better
¶For being a little bad: So may my husband.
¶Oh Isabel: will you not lend a knee?
2835Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
¶Looke if it please you, on this man condemn'd,
¶As if my Brother liu'd: I partly thinke,
¶A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes,
2840Till he did looke on me: Since it is so,
¶Let him not die: my Brother had but Iustice,
¶In that he did the thing for which he dide.
¶For Angelo, his Act did not ore-take his bad intent,
¶And must be buried but as an intent
¶Intents, but meerely thoughts.
¶Mar. Meerely my Lord.
¶I haue bethought me of another fault.
2850Prouost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
¶At an vnusuall howre?
¶Giue vp your keyes.
¶Pro. Pardon me, noble Lord,
¶I thought it was a fault, but knew it not,
¶Yet did repent me after more aduice,
¶I haue reseru'd aliue.
¶Duk. What's he?
¶Pro. His name is Barnardine.
¶Goe fetch him hither, let me looke vpon him.
¶As you, Lord Angelo, haue stil appear'd,
2870And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward.
¶That I craue death more willingly then mercy,
¶'Tis my deseruing, and I doe entreat it.
2875
Enter Barnardine and Prouost, Claudio, Iulietta.
¶Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
¶Pro. This my Lord.
¶Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man.
2880That apprehends no further then this world,
¶But for those earthly faults, I quit them all,
¶And pray thee take this mercie to prouide
¶For better times to come: Frier aduise him,
2885I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that?
2890Is he pardon'd, and for your louelie sake
¶Giue me your hand, and say you will be mine,
¶He is my brother too: But fitter time for that:
¶By this Lord Angelo perceiues he's safe,
¶Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye:
2895Well Angelo, your euill quits you well.
¶Looke that you loue your wife: her worth, worth yours
¶And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon,
¶You sirha, that knew me for a foole, a Coward,
¶That you extoll me thus?
¶trick: if you will hang me for it you may: but I had ra-
2905ther it would please you, I might be whipt.
¶Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie,
¶If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow
2910whom he begot with childe) let her appeare,
¶Let him be whipt and hang'd.
2915Duke, good my Lord do not recompence me, in making
¶me a Cuckold.
¶Thy slanders I forgiue, and therewithall
¶Remit thy other forfeits: take him to prison,
¶Whipping and hanging.
¶She Claudio that you wrong'd, looke you restore.
2925Ioy to you Mariana, loue her Angelo:
¶I haue confes'd her, and I know her vertue.
¶There's more behinde that is more gratulate.
2930We shall imploy thee in a worthier place.
¶Forgiue him Angelo, that brought you home
¶The head of Ragozine for Claudio's,
¶I haue a motion much imports your good,
2935Whereto if you'll a willing eare incline;
¶What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
¶So bring vs to our Pallace, where wee'll show
¶What's yet behinde, that meete you all should know.
The Scene Vienna.
The names of all the Actors.
¶Vincentio: the Duke.
2940Angelo, the Deputie.
¶Escalus, an ancient Lord.
¶ Claudio, a yong Gentleman.
¶Lucio, a fantastique.
¶2. Other like Gentlemen.
2945Prouost.
¶Thomas. }
¶Peter. } 2. Friers.
¶Elbow, a simple Constable.
¶Froth, a foolish Gentleman.
2950Clowne.
¶Abhorson, an Executioner.
¶Mariana, betrothed to Angelo.
2955Iuliet, beloved of Claudio.
¶Fransisca, a Nun.
¶Mistris Ouer-don, a Bawd.
