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Measvre, For Measure



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Henry the Sixt









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been corrected, here are the first few lines of Hamlet, as they

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  Barnardo. Who's there?

  Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold

your selfe



   Bar. Long liue the King



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Measvre, For Measure



Actus primus, Scena prima.



Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords.



  Duke. Escalus



   Esc. My Lord



   Duk. Of Gouernment, the properties to vnfold,

Would seeme in me t' affect speech & discourse,

Since I am put to know, that your owne Science

Exceedes (in that) the lists of all aduice

My 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

As Art, and practise, hath inriched any

That we remember: There is our Commission,

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.

For you must know, we haue with speciall soule

Elected him our absence to supply;

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?

  Esc. 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



   Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will,

I come to know your pleasure



   Duke. Angelo:

There is a kinde of Character in thy life,

That to th' obseruer, doth thy history

Fully vnfold: Thy selfe, and thy belongings

Are not thine owne so proper, as to waste

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

Did not goe forth of vs, 'twere all alike

As if we had them not: Spirits are not finely touch'd,

But to fine issues: nor nature neuer lends

The smallest scruple of her excellence,

But like a thrifty goddesse, she determines

Her selfe the glory of a creditour,

Both thanks, and vse; but I do bend my speech

To one that can my part in him aduertise;

Hold therefore Angelo:

In our remoue, be thou at full, our selfe:

Mortallitie and Mercie in Vienna

Liue in thy tongue, and heart: Old Escalus

Though first in question, is thy secondary.

Take thy Commission



   Ang. Now good my Lord

Let there be some more test, made of my mettle,

Before so noble, and so great a figure

Be stamp't vpon it



   Duk. No more euasion:

We haue with a leauen'd, and prepared choice

Proceeded to you; therefore take your honors:

Our haste from hence is of so quicke condition,

That it prefers it selfe, and leaues vnquestion'd

Matters of needfull value: We shall write to you

As time, and our concernings shall importune,

How 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,

Of your Commissions



   Ang. Yet giue leaue (my Lord,)

That we may bring you something on the way



   Duk. My haste may not admit it,

Nor neede you (on mine honor) haue to doe

With any scruple: your scope is as mine owne,

So to inforce, or qualifie the Lawes

As to your soule seemes good: Giue me your hand,

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:

Nor doe I thinke the man of safe discretion

That do's affect it. Once more fare you well



   Ang. The heauens giue safety to your purposes



   Esc. Lead forth, and bring you backe in happinesse.



Enter.



  Duk. I thanke you, fare you well



   Esc. I shall desire you, Sir, to giue me leaue

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,

I am not yet instructed



   Ang. 'Tis so with me: Let vs withdraw together,

And we may soone our satisfaction haue

Touching that point



   Esc. Ile wait vpon your honor.



Exeunt.





Scena Secunda.



Enter Lucio, and two other Gentlemen.



  Luc. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to

composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the

Dukes fall vpon the King



   1.Gent. Heauen grant vs its peace, but not the King

of Hungaries



   2.Gent. Amen



   Luc. Thou conclud'st like the Sanctimonious Pirat,

that went to sea with the ten Commandements, but

scrap'd one out of the Table



   2.Gent. Thou shalt not Steale?

  Luc. I, that he raz'd



   1.Gent. Why? 'twas a commandement, to command

the Captaine and all the rest from their functions: they

put 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



   2.Gent. I neuer heard any Souldier dislike it



   Luc. I beleeue thee: for I thinke thou neuer was't

where Grace was said



   2.Gent. No? a dozen times at least



   1.Gent. What? In meeter?

  Luc. In any proportion: or in any language



   1.Gent. I thinke, or in any Religion



   Luc. I, why not? Grace, is Grace, despight of all controuersie:

as for example; Thou thy selfe art a wicked

villaine, despight of all Grace



   1.Gent. Well: there went but a paire of sheeres betweene

vs



   Luc. I grant: as there may betweene the Lists, and

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

be a Lyst of an English Kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art

pil'd, for a French Veluet. Do I speake feelingly now?

  Luc. I thinke thou do'st: and indeed with most painfull

feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine owne confession,

learne to begin thy health; but, whilst I liue forget

to drinke after thee



   1.Gen. I think I haue done my selfe wrong, haue I not?

  2.Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted,

or free.



Enter Bawde.



  Luc. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes.

I haue purchas'd as many diseases vnder her Roofe,

As come to

  2.Gent. To what, I pray?

  Luc. Iudge



   2.Gent. To three thousand Dollours a yeare



   1.Gent. I, and more



   Luc. A French crowne more



   1.Gent. Thou art alwayes figuring diseases in me; but

thou art full of error, I am sound



   Luc. Nay, not (as one would say) healthy: but so

sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow;

Impiety has made a feast of thee



   1.Gent. How now, which of your hips has the most

profound Ciatica?

  Bawd. Well, well: there's one yonder arrested, and

carried to prison, was worth fiue thousand of you all



   2.Gent. Who's that I pray'thee?

  Bawd. Marry Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio



   1.Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so



   Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested:

saw him carried away: and which is more, within these

three daies his head to be chop'd off



   Luc. But, after all this fooling, I would not haue it so:

Art thou sure of this?

  Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam

Iulietta with childe



   Luc. Beleeue me this may be: he promis'd to meete

me two howres since, and he was euer precise in promise

keeping



   2.Gent. Besides you know, it drawes somthing neere

to the speech we had to such a purpose



   1.Gent. But most of all agreeing with the proclamatio[n]



   Luc. Away: let's goe learne the truth of it.



Enter.



  Bawd. Thus, what with the war; what with the sweat,

what with the gallowes, and what with pouerty, I am

Custom-shrunke. How now? what's the newes with

you.



Enter Clowne.



  Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison



   Baw. Well: what has he done?

  Clo. A Woman



   Baw. But what's his offence?

  Clo. 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?

  Clow. All howses in the Suburbs of Vienna must bee

pluck'd downe



   Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Citie?

  Clow. They shall stand for seed: they had gon down

to, but that a wise Burger put in for them



   Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the Suburbs

be puld downe?

  Clow. To the ground, Mistris



   Bawd. Why heere's a change indeed in the Commonwealth:

what shall become of me?

  Clow. Come: feare not you; good Counsellors lacke

no Clients: though you change your place, you neede

not change your Trade: Ile bee your Tapster still; courage,

there will bee pitty taken on you; you that haue

worne your eyes almost out in the seruice, you will bee

considered



   Bawd. What's to doe heere, Thomas Tapster? let's

withdraw?

  Clo. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Prouost

to prison: and there's Madam Iuliet.



Exeunt.





Scena Tertia.



Enter Prouost, Claudio, Iuliet, Officers, Lucio, & 2.Gent.



  Cla. Fellow, why do'st thou show me thus to th' world?

Beare me to prison, where I am committed



   Pro. I do it not in euill disposition,

But 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,

On whom it will not (soe) yet still 'tis iust



   Luc. Why how now Claudio? whence comes this restraint



   Cla. From too much liberty, (my Lucio) Liberty

As surfet is the father of much fast,

So euery Scope by the immoderate vse

Turnes to restraint: Our Natures doe pursue

Like 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

would send for certaine of my Creditors: and yet, to say

the truth, I had as lief haue the foppery of freedome, as

the mortality of imprisonment: what's thy offence,

Claudio?

  Cla. What (but to speake of) would offend againe



   Luc. What, is't murder?

  Cla. No



   Luc. Lecherie?

  Cla. Call it so



   Pro. Away, Sir, you must goe



   Cla. One word, good friend:

Lucio, a word with you



   Luc. A hundred:

If they'll doe you any good: Is Lechery so look'd after?

  Cla. Thus stands it with me: vpon a true contract

I got possession of Iulietas bed,

You know the Lady, she is fast my wife,

Saue 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

Till Time had made them for vs. But it chances

The stealth of our most mutuall entertainment

With Character too grosse, is writ on Iuliet



   Luc. With childe, perhaps?

  Cla. Vnhappely, euen so.

And 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

He can command; lets it strait feele the spur:

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

Which 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

Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name



   Luc. I warrant it is: And thy head stands so tickle on

thy shoulders, that a milke-maid, if she be in loue, may

sigh it off: Send after the Duke, and appeale to him



   Cla. I haue done so, but hee's not to be found.

I pre'thee (Lucio) doe me this kinde seruice:

This day, my sister should the Cloyster enter,

And there receiue her approbation.

Acquaint her with the danger of my state,

Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends

To the strict deputie: bid her selfe assay him,

I haue great hope in that: for in her youth

There is a prone and speechlesse dialect,

Such as moue men: beside, she hath prosperous Art

When she will play with reason, and discourse,

And well she can perswade



   Luc. I pray shee may; aswell for the encouragement

of the like, which else would stand vnder greeuous imposition:

as for the enioying of thy life, who I would be

sorry should bee thus foolishly lost, at a game of ticketacke:

Ile to her



   Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio



   Luc. Within two houres



   Cla. Come Officer, away.



Exeunt.





Scena Quarta.



Enter Duke and Frier Thomas.



  Duk. No: holy Father, throw away that thought,

Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue

Can pierce a compleat bosome: why, I desire thee

To giue me secret harbour, hath a purpose

More graue, and wrinkled, then the aimes, and ends

Of burning youth



   Fri. May your Grace speake of it?

  Duk. My holy Sir, none better knowes then you

How I haue euer lou'd the life remoued

And held in idle price, to haunt assemblies

Where youth, and cost, witlesse brauery keepes.

I haue deliuerd to Lord Angelo

(A man of stricture and firme abstinence)

My absolute power, and place here in Vienna,

And he supposes me trauaild to Poland,

(For so I haue strewd it in the common eare)

And so it is receiu'd: Now (pious Sir)

You will demand of me, why I do this



   Fri. Gladly, my Lord



   Duk. We haue strict Statutes, and most biting Laws,

(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,

Onely to sticke it in their childrens sight,

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,

And libertie, plucks Iustice by the nose;

The Baby beates the Nurse, and quite athwart

Goes all decorum



   Fri. It rested in your Grace

To vnloose this tyde-vp Iustice, when you pleas'd:

And it in you more dreadfull would haue seem'd

Then 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

When euill deedes haue their permissiue passe,

And not the punishment: therefore indeede (my father)

I haue on Angelo impos'd the office,

Who may in th' ambush of my name, strike home,

And yet, my nature neuer in the sight

To do in slander: And to behold his sway

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

Like a true Frier: Moe reasons for this action

At our more leysure, shall I render you;

Onely, this one: Lord Angelo is precise,

Stands at a guard with Enuie: scarce confesses

That his blood flowes: or that his appetite

Is more to bread then stone: hence shall we see

If power change purpose: what our Seemers be.



Enter.





Scena Quinta.



Enter Isabell and Francisca a Nun.



  Isa. And haue you Nuns no farther priuiledges?

  Nun. Are not these large enough?

  Isa. Yes truely; I speake not as desiring more,

But rather wishing a more strict restraint

Vpon the Sisterhood, the Votarists of Saint Clare.



Lucio within.



  Luc. Hoa? peace be in this place



   Isa. Who's that which cals?

  Nun. It is a mans voice: gentle Isabella

Turne you the key, and know his businesse of him;

You may; I may not: you are yet vnsworne:

When you haue vowd, you must not speake with men,

But in the presence of the Prioresse;

Then if you speake, you must not show your face;

Or if you show your face, you must not speake.

He cals againe: I pray you answere him



   Isa. Peace and prosperitie: who is't that cals?

  Luc. Haile Virgin, (if you be) as those cheeke-Roses

Proclaime you are no lesse: can you so steed me,

As bring me to the sight of Isabella,

A Nouice of this place, and the faire Sister

To her vnhappie brother Claudio?

  Isa. Why her vnhappy Brother? Let me aske,

The rather for I now must make you know

I am that Isabella, and his Sister



   Luc. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you;

Not to be weary with you; he's in prison



   Isa. Woe me; for what?

  Luc. For that, which if my selfe might be his Iudge,

He should receiue his punishment, in thankes:

He hath got his friend with childe



   Isa. Sir, make me not your storie



   Luc. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin,

With Maids to seeme the Lapwing, and to iest

Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so:

I hold you as a thing en-skied, and sainted,

By your renouncement, an imortall spirit

And to be talk'd with in sincerity,

As with a Saint



   Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me



   Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus,

Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd;

As those that feed, grow full: as blossoming Time

That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings

To teeming foyson: euen so her plenteous wombe

Expresseth his full Tilth, and husbandry



   Isa. Some one with childe by him? my cosen Iuliet?

  Luc. Is she your cosen?

  Isa. Adoptedly, as schoole-maids change their names

By vaine, though apt affection



   Luc. She it is



   Isa. 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,

By 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

Is very snow-broth: one, who neuer feeles

The wanton stings, and motions of the sence;

But doth rebate, and blunt his naturall edge

With profits of the minde: Studie, and fast

He (to giue feare to vse, and libertie,

Which haue, for long, run-by the hideous law,

As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act,

Vnder whose heauy sence, your brothers life

Fals into forfeit: he arrests him on it,

And followes close the rigor of the Statute

To make him an example: all hope is gone,

Vnlesse you haue the grace, by your faire praier

To soften Angelo: And that's my pith of businesse

'Twixt you, and your poore brother



   Isa. Doth he so,

Seeke his life?

  Luc. Has censur'd him already,

And as I heare, the Prouost hath a warrant

For's execution



   Isa. Alas: what poore

Abilitie's in me, to doe him good



   Luc. Assay the powre you haue



   Isa. My power? alas, I doubt



   Luc. Our doubts are traitors

And makes vs loose the good we oft might win,

By 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



   Isa. Ile see what I can doe



   Luc. But speedily



   Isa. I will about it strait;

No longer staying, but to giue the Mother

Notice of my affaire: I humbly thanke you:

Commend me to my brother: soone at night

Ile send him certaine word of my successe



   Luc. I take my leaue of you



   Isa. Good sir, adieu.



Exeunt.





Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.



Enter Angelo, Escalus, and seruants, Iustice.



  Ang. We must not make a scar-crow of the Law,

Setting it vp to feare the Birds of prey,

And let it keepe one shape, till custome make it

Their pearch, and not their terror



   Esc. I, but yet

Let vs be keene, and rather cut a little

Then fall, and bruise to death: alas, this gentleman

Whom I would saue, had a most noble father,

Let but your honour know

(Whom I beleeue to be most strait in vertue)

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,

Whether you had not sometime in your life

Er'd in this point, which now you censure him,

And puld the Law vpon you



   Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted (Escalus)

Another thing to fall: I not deny

The Iury passing on the Prisoners life

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

That theeues do passe on theeues? 'Tis very pregnant,

The Iewell that we finde, we stoope, and take't,

Because we see it; but what we doe not see,

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

When I, that censure him, do so offend,

Let mine owne Iudgement patterne out my death,

And nothing come in partiall. Sir, he must dye.



Enter Prouost.



  Esc. Be it as your wisedome will



   Ang. Where is the Prouost?

  Pro. Here if it like your honour



   Ang. See that Claudio

Be executed by nine to morrow morning,

Bring him his Confessor, let him be prepar'd,

For that's the vtmost of his pilgrimage



   Esc. Well: heauen forgiue him; and forgiue vs all:

Some rise by sinne, and some by vertue fall:

Some run from brakes of Ice, and answere none,

And some condemned for a fault alone.



Enter Elbow, Froth, Clowne, Officers.



  Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good people

in a Common-weale, that doe nothing but vse their

abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them

away



   Ang. How now Sir, what's your name? And what's

the matter?

  Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poore Dukes

Constable, and my name is Elbow; I doe leane vpon Iustice

Sir, and doe bring in here before your good honor,

two notorious Benefactors



   Ang. Benefactors? Well: What Benefactors are they?

Are they not Malefactors?

  Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well what

they are: But precise villaines they are, that I am sure of,

and void of all prophanation in the world, that good

Christians ought to haue



   Esc. This comes off well: here's a wise Officer



   Ang. Goe to: What quality are they of? Elbow is

your name?

Why do'st thou not speake Elbow?

  Clo. He cannot Sir: he's out at Elbow



   Ang. What are you Sir?

  Elb. He Sir: a Tapster Sir: parcell Baud: one that

serues a bad woman: whose house Sir was (as they say)

pluckt downe in the Suborbs: and now shee professes a

hot-house; which, I thinke is a very ill house too



   Esc. How know you that?

  Elb. My wife Sir? whom I detest before heauen, and

your honour



   Esc. How? thy wife?

  Elb. I Sir: whom I thanke heauen is an honest woman



   Esc. Do'st thou detest her therefore?

  Elb. I say sir, I will detest my selfe also, as well as she,

that this house, if it be not a Bauds house, it is pitty of her

life, for it is a naughty house



   Esc. How do'st thou know that, Constable?

  Elb. Marry sir, by my wife, who, if she had bin a woman

Cardinally giuen, might haue bin accus'd in fornication,

adultery, and all vncleanlinesse there



   Esc. By the womans meanes?

  Elb. I sir, by Mistris Ouerdons meanes: but as she spit

in his face, so she defide him



   Clo. Sir, if it please your honor, this is not so



   Elb. Proue it before these varlets here, thou honorable

man, proue it



   Esc. Doe you heare how he misplaces?

  Clo. Sir, she came in great with childe: and longing

(sauing your honors reuerence) for stewd prewyns; sir,

we had but two in the house, which at that very distant

time stood, as it were in a fruit dish (a dish of some three

pence; your honours haue seene such dishes) they are not

China-dishes, but very good dishes



   Esc. Go too: go too: no matter for the dish sir



   Clo. No indeede sir not of a pin; you are therein in

the right: but, to the point: As I say, this Mistris Elbow,

being (as I say) with childe, and being great bellied, and

longing (as I said) for prewyns: and hauing but two in

the dish (as I said) Master Froth here, this very man, hauing

eaten the rest (as I said) & (as I say) paying for them

very honestly: for, as you know Master Froth, I could not

giue you three pence againe



   Fro. No indeede



   Clo. Very well: you being then (if you be remembred)

cracking the stones of the foresaid prewyns



   Fro. I, so I did indeede



   Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then (if you be

remembred) that such a one, and such a one, were past

cure of the thing you wot of, vnlesse they kept very good

diet, as I told you



   Fro. All this is true



   Clo. Why very well then



   Esc. Come: you are a tedious foole: to the purpose:

what was done to Elbowes wife, that hee hath cause to

complaine of? Come me to what was done to her



   Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet



   Esc. No sir, nor I meane it not



   Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honours

leaue: And I beseech you, looke into Master Froth here

sir, a man of foure-score pound a yeare; whose father

died at Hallowmas: Was't not at Hallowmas Master

Froth?

  Fro. Allhallond-Eue



   Clo. Why very well: I hope here be truthes: he Sir,

sitting (as I say) in a lower chaire, Sir, 'twas in the bunch

of Grapes, where indeede you haue a delight to sit, haue

you not?

  Fro. I haue so, because it is an open roome, and good

for winter



   Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes



   Ang. This will last out a night in Russia

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.



Enter.



  Esc. I thinke no lesse: good morrow to your Lordship.

Now Sir, come on: What was done to Elbowes

wife, once more?

  Clo. Once Sir? there was nothing done to her once



   Elb. I beseech you Sir, aske him what this man did to

my wife



   Clo. I beseech your honor, aske me



   Esc. Well sir, what did this Gentleman to her?

  Clo. I beseech you sir, looke in this Gentlemans face:

good Master Froth looke vpon his honor; 'tis for a good

purpose: doth your honor marke his face?

  Esc. I sir, very well



   Clo. Nay, I beseech you marke it well



   Esc. Well, I doe so



   Clo. Doth your honor see any harme in his face?

  Esc. Why no



   Clo. Ile be supposd vpon a booke, his face is the worst

thing about him: good then: if his face be the worst

thing about him, how could Master Froth doe the Constables

wife any harme? I would know that of your

honour



   Esc. He's in the right (Constable) what say you to it?

  Elb. First, and it like you, the house is a respected

house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his Mistris is

a respected woman



   Clo. By this hand Sir, his wife is a more respected person

then any of vs all



   Elb. Varlet, thou lyest; thou lyest wicked varlet: the

time is yet to come that shee was euer respected with

man, woman, or childe



   Clo. Sir, she was respected with him, before he married

with her



   Esc. Which is the wiser here; Iustice or Iniquitie? Is

this true?

  Elb. O thou caytiffe: O thou varlet: O thou wicked

Hanniball; I respected with her, before I was married

to her? If euer I was respected with her, or she with me,

let not your worship thinke mee the poore Dukes Officer:

proue this, thou wicked Hanniball, or ile haue

mine action of battry on thee



   Esc. If he tooke you a box o'th' eare, you might haue

your action of slander too



   Elb. Marry I thanke your good worship for it: what

is't your Worships pleasure I shall doe with this wicked

Caitiffe?

  Esc. Truly Officer, because he hath some offences in

him, that thou wouldst discouer, if thou couldst, let him

continue in his courses, till thou knowst what they are



   Elb. Marry I thanke your worship for it: Thou seest

thou wicked varlet now, what's come vpon thee. Thou

art to continue now thou Varlet, thou art to continue



   Esc. Where were you borne, friend?

  Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir



   Esc. Are you of fourescore pounds a yeere?

  Froth. Yes, and't please you sir



   Esc. So: what trade are you of, sir?

  Clo. A Tapster, a poore widdowes Tapster



   Esc. Your Mistris name?

  Clo. Mistris Ouerdon



   Esc. Hath she had any more then one husband?

  Clo. Nine, sir: Ouerdon by the last



   Esc. Nine? come hether to me, Master Froth; Master

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



   Fro. I thanke your worship: for mine owne part, I

neuer come into any roome in a Tap-house, but I am

drawne in



   Esc. Well: no more of it Master Froth: farewell:

Come you hether to me, Mr. Tapster: what's your name

Mr. Tapster?

  Clo. Pompey



   Esc. What else?

  Clo. Bum, Sir



   Esc. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about

you, so that in the beastliest sence, you are Pompey the

great; Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey; howsoeuer

you colour it in being a Tapster, are you not? come,

tell me true, it shall be the better for you



   Clo. Truly sir, I am a poore fellow that would liue



   Esc. How would you liue Pompey? by being a bawd?

what doe you thinke of the trade Pompey? is it a lawfull

trade?

  Clo. If the Law would allow it, sir



   Esc. But the Law will not allow it Pompey; nor it

shall not be allowed in Vienna



   Clo. Do's your Worship meane to geld and splay all

the youth of the City?

  Esc. No, Pompey



   Clo. Truely Sir, in my poore opinion they will too't

then: 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

but for ten yeare together; you'll be glad to giue out a

Commission for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna

ten yeare, ile rent the fairest house in it after three pence

a Bay: if you liue to see this come to passe, say Pompey

told you so



   Esc. Thanke you good Pompey; and in requitall of

your prophesie, harke you: I aduise you let me not finde

you before me againe vpon any complaint whatsoeuer;

no, not for dwelling where you doe: if I doe Pompey, I

shall beat you to your Tent, and proue a shrewd Csar

to you: in plaine dealing Pompey, I shall haue you whipt;

so for this time, Pompey, fare you well



   Clo. I thanke your Worship for your good counsell;

but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better

determine. Whip me? no, no, let Carman whip his Iade,

The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade.



Enter.



  Esc. Come hether to me, Master Elbow: come hither

Master Constable: how long haue you bin in this place

of Constable?

  Elb. Seuen yeere, and a halfe sir



   Esc. I thought by the readinesse in the office, you had

continued in it some time: you say seauen yeares together



   Elb. And a halfe sir



   Esc. Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they do

you wrong to put you so oft vpon't. Are there not men

in your Ward sufficient to serue it?

  Elb. 'Faith sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they

are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it

for some peece of money, and goe through with all



   Esc. Looke you bring mee in the names of some sixe

or seuen, the most sufficient of your parish



   Elb. To your Worships house sir?

  Esc. To my house: fare you well: what's a clocke,

thinke you?

  Iust. 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:

  Iust. Lord Angelo is seuere



   Esc. It is but needfull.

Mercy is not it selfe, that oft lookes so,

Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:

But yet, poore Claudio; there is no remedie.

Come Sir.



Exeunt.





Scena Secunda.



Enter Prouost, Seruant.



  Ser. Hee's hearing of a Cause; he will come straight,

I'le tell him of you



   Pro. '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?



Enter Angelo.



  Ang. Now, what's the matter Prouost?

  Pro. Is it your will Claudio shall die to morrow?

  Ang. Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?

Why do'st thou aske againe?

  Pro. Lest I might be too rash:

Vnder your good correction I haue seene

When after execution, Iudgement hath

Repented ore his doome



   Ang. Goe to; let that be mine,

Doe you your office, or giue vp your Place,

And you shall well be spar'd



   Pro. I craue your Honours pardon:

What shall be done Sir, with the groaning Iuliet?

Shee's very neere her howre



   Ang. Dispose of her

To some more fitter place; and that with speed



   Ser. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,

Desires accesse to you



   Ang. Hath he a Sister?

  Pro. I my good Lord, a very vertuous maid,

And to be shortlie of a Sister-hood,

If not alreadie



   Ang. Well: let her be admitted,

See you the Fornicatresse be remou'd,

Let her haue needfull, but not lauish meanes,

There shall be order for't.



Enter Lucio and Isabella.



  Pro. 'Saue your Honour



   Ang. Stay a little while: y'are welcome: what's your will?

  Isab. I am a wofull Sutor to your Honour,

'Please but your Honor heare me



   Ang. Well: what's your suite



   Isab. There is a vice that most I doe abhorre,

And most desire should meet the blow of Iustice;

For 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,

I 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:

Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function

To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,

And let goe by the Actor



   Isab. Oh iust, but seuere Law:

I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour



   Luc. Giue't not ore so: to him againe, entreat him,

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



   Isab. Must he needs die?

  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



   Isab. 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

If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse,

As mine is to him?

  Ang. Hee's sentenc'd, tis too late



   Luc. You are too cold



   Isab. Too late? why no: I that doe speak a word

May call it againe: well, beleeue this

No ceremony that to great ones longs,

Not 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

Would not haue beene so sterne



   Ang. Pray you be gone



   Isab. I would to heauen I had your potencie,

And you were Isabell: should it then be thus?

No: I would tell what 'twere to be a Iudge,

And 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:

Why 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,

And 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,

Were he my kinsman, brother, or my sonne,

It should be thus with him: he must die to morrow



   Isab. To morrow? oh, that's sodaine,

Spare him, spare him:

Hee's not prepar'd for death; euen for our kitchins

We kill the fowle of season: shall we serue heauen

With lesse respect then we doe minister

To our grosse-selues? good, good my Lord, bethink you;

Who is it that hath di'd for this offence?

There's many haue committed it



   Luc. I, well said



   Ang. The Law hath not bin dead, thogh it hath slept

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

Lookes in a glasse that shewes what future euils

Either now, or by remissenesse, new conceiu'd,

And so in progresse to be hatch'd, and borne,

Are now to haue no successiue degrees,

But here they liue to end



   Isab. Yet shew some pittie



   Ang. I shew it most of all, when I show Iustice;

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

Liues not to act another. Be satisfied;

Your Brother dies to morrow; be content



   Isab. So you must be y first that giues this sentence,

And hee, that suffers: Oh, it is excellent

To haue a Giants strength: but it is tyrannous

To vse it like a Giant



   Luc. That's well said



   Isab. Could great men thunder

As Ioue himselfe do's, Ioue would neuer be quiet,

For euery pelting petty Officer

Would vse his heauen for thunder;

Nothing but thunder: Mercifull heauen,

Thou rather with thy sharpe and sulpherous bolt

Splits the vn-wedgable and gnarled Oke,

Then the soft Mertill: But man, proud man,

Drest in a little briefe authoritie,

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,

(His glassie Essence) like an angry Ape

Plaies such phantastique tricks before high heauen,

As makes the Angels weepe: who with our spleenes,

Would all themselues laugh mortall



   Luc. Oh, to him, to him wench: he will relent,

Hee's comming: I perceiue't



   Pro. Pray heauen she win him



   Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our selfe,

Great men may iest with Saints: tis wit in them,

But in the lesse fowle prophanation



   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



   Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't



   Ang. Why doe you put these sayings vpon me?

  Isab. Because Authoritie, though it erre like others,

Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfe

That skins the vice o'th top; goe to your bosome,

Knock there, and aske your heart what it doth know

That's like my brothers fault: if it confesse

A naturall guiltinesse, such as is his,

Let it not sound a thought vpon your tongue

Against my brothers life



   Ang. Shee speakes, and 'tis such sence

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



   Ang. How? bribe me?

  Is. I, with such gifts that heauen shall share with you



   Luc. You had mar'd all else



   Isab. Not with fond Sickles of the tested-gold,

Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or poore

As fancie values them: but with true prayers,

That shall be vp at heauen, and enter there

Ere Sunne rise: prayers from preserued soules,

From fasting Maides, whose mindes are dedicate

To nothing temporall



   Ang. Well: come to me to morrow



   Luc. Goe to: 'tis well; away



   Isab. Heauen keepe your honour safe



   Ang. Amen.

For I am that way going to temptation,

Where prayers crosse



   Isab. At what hower to morrow,

Shall I attend your Lordship?

  Ang. At any time 'fore-noone



   Isab. 'Saue your Honour



   Ang. From thee: euen from thy vertue.

What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine?

The Tempter, or the Tempted, who sins most? ha?

Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I,

That, lying by the Violet in the Sunne,

Doe as the Carrion do's, not as the flowre,

Corrupt with vertuous season: Can it be,

That Modesty may more betray our Sence

Then womans lightnesse? hauing waste ground enough,

Shall we desire to raze the Sanctuary

And pitch our euils there? oh fie, fie, fie:

What dost thou? or what art thou Angelo?

Dost thou desire her fowly, for those things

That make her good? oh, let her brother liue:

Theeues for their robbery haue authority,

When Iudges steale themselues: what, doe I loue her,

That I desire to heare her speake againe?

And feast vpon her eyes? what is't I dreame on?

Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint,

With Saints dost bait thy hooke: most dangerous

Is 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

When men were fond, I smild, and wondred how.



Enter.





Scena Tertia.



Enter Duke and Prouost.



  Duke. Haile to you, Prouost, so I thinke you are



   Pro. I am the Prouost: whats your will, good Frier?

  Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order,

I come to visite the afflicted spirits

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

To 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,

Hath 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



   Duk. When must he dye?

  Pro. As I do thinke to morrow.

I haue prouided for you, stay a while

And you shall be conducted



   Duk. Repent you (faire one) of the sin you carry?

  Iul. I doe; and beare the shame most patiently



   Du. Ile teach you how you shal araign your conscie[n]ce

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?

  Iul. Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him



   Duk. So then it seemes your most offence full act

Was mutually committed



   Iul. Mutually



   Duk. Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his



   Iul. I doe confesse it, and repent it (Father.)

  Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repent

As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,

Which sorrow is alwaies toward our selues, not heauen,

Showing we would not spare heauen, as we loue it,

But as we stand in feare



   Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill,

And take the shame with ioy



   Duke. There rest:

Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow,

And I am going with instruction to him:

Grace goe with you, Benedicite.



Enter.



  Iul. Must die to morrow? oh iniurious Loue

That respits me a life, whose very comfort

Is still a dying horror



   Pro. 'Tis pitty of him.



Exeunt.





Scena Quarta.



Enter Angelo.



  An. When I would pray, & think, I thinke, and pray

To seuerall subiects: heauen hath my empty words,

Whilst my Inuention, hearing not my Tongue,

Anchors on Isabell: heauen in my mouth,

As if I did but onely chew his name,

And in my heart the strong and swelling euill

Of my conception: the state whereon I studied

Is 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,

How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit

Wrench awe from fooles, and tye the wiser soules

To thy false seeming? Blood, thou art blood,

Let's write good Angell on the Deuills horne

'Tis not the Deuills Crest: how now? who's there?



Enter Seruant.



  Ser. One Isabell, a Sister, desires accesse to you



   Ang. Teach her the way: oh, heauens

Why doe's my bloud thus muster to my heart,

Making both it vnable for it selfe,

And dispossessing all my other parts

Of necessary fitnesse?

So play the foolish throngs with one that swounds,

Come all to help him, and so stop the ayre

By which hee should reuiue: and euen so

The generall subiect to a wel-wisht King

Quit their owne part, and in obsequious fondnesse

Crowd to his presence, where their vn-taught loue

Must needs appear offence: how now faire Maid.



Enter Isabella.



  Isab. I am come to know your pleasure



   An. That you might know it, wold much better please me,

Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother cannot liue



   Isab. Euen so: heauen keepe your Honor



   Ang. Yet may he liue a while: and it may be

As long as you, or I: yet he must die



   Isab. Vnder your Sentence?

  Ang. Yea



   Isab. When, I beseech you: that in his Reprieue

(Longer, or shorter) he may be so fitted

That his soule sicken not



   Ang. Ha? fie, these filthy vices: It were as good

To pardon him, that hath from nature stolne

A man already made, as to remit

Their sawcie sweetnes, that do coyne heauens Image

In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easie,

Falsely to take away a life true made,

As to put mettle in restrained meanes

To make a false one



   Isab. 'Tis set downe so in heauen, but not in earth



   Ang. Say you so: then I shall poze you quickly.

Which had you rather, that the most iust Law

Now tooke your brothers life, and to redeeme him

Giue vp your body to such sweet vncleannesse

As she that he hath staind?

  Isab. Sir, beleeue this.

I had rather giue my body, then my soule



   Ang. I talke not of your soule: our compel'd sins

Stand more for number, then for accompt



   Isab. How say you?

  Ang. Nay Ile not warrant that: for I can speake

Against the thing I say: Answere to this,

I (now the voyce of the recorded Law)

Pronounce a sentence on your Brothers life,

Might there not be a charitie in sinne,

To saue this Brothers life?

  Isab. Please you to doo't,

Ile take it as a perill to my soule,

It is no sinne at all, but charitie



   Ang. Pleas'd you to doo't, at perill of your soule

Were equall poize of sinne, and charitie



   Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sinne

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,

And nothing of your answere



   Ang. Nay, but heare me,

Your sence pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,

Or seeme so crafty; and that's not good



   Isab. Let be ignorant, and in nothing good,

But graciously to know I am no better



   Ang. Thus wisdome wishes to appeare most bright,

When it doth taxe it selfe: As these blacke Masques

Proclaime an en-shield beauty ten times louder

Then beauty could displaied: But marke me,

To be receiued plaine, Ile speake more grosse:

Your Brother is to dye



   Isab. So



   Ang. And his offence is so, as it appeares,

Accountant to the Law, vpon that paine



   Isab. True



   Ang. Admit no other way to saue his life

(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,

But in the losse of question) that you, his Sister,

Finding your selfe desir'd of such a person,

Whose 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

You must lay downe the treasures of your body,

To this supposed, or else to let him suffer:

What would you doe?

  Isab. As much for my poore Brother, as my selfe;

That is: were I vnder the tearmes of death,

Th' impression of keene whips, I'ld weare as Rubies,

And strip my selfe to death, as to a bed,

That longing haue bin sicke for, ere I'ld yeeld

My body vp to shame



   Ang. Then must your brother die



   Isa. And 'twer the cheaper way:

Better it were a brother dide at once,

Then that a sister, by redeeming him

Should die for euer



   Ang. Were not you then as cruell as the Sentence,

That you haue slander'd so?

  Isa. Ignomie in ransome, and free pardon

Are of two houses: lawfull mercie,

Is nothing kin to fowle redemption



   Ang. You seem'd of late to make the Law a tirant,

And rather prou'd the sliding of your brother

A merriment, then a vice



   Isa. Oh pardon me my Lord, it oft fals out

To haue, what we would haue,

We speake not what we meane;

I something do excuse the thing I hate,

For his aduantage that I dearely loue



   Ang. We are all fraile



   Isa. Else let my brother die,

If not a fedarie but onely he

Owe, and succeed thy weaknesse



   Ang. Nay, women are fraile too



   Isa. I, as the glasses where they view themselues,

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,

For we are soft, as our complexions are,

And credulous to false prints



   Ang. I thinke it well:

And from this testimonie of your owne sex

(Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger

Then 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,

By 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,

And you tell me that he shall die for't



   Ang. He shall not Isabell if you giue me loue



   Isa. I know your vertue hath a licence in't,

Which seemes a little fouler then it is,

To plucke on others



   Ang. Beleeue me on mine Honor,

My words expresse my purpose



   Isa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd,

And most pernitious purpose: Seeming, seeming.

I will proclaime thee Angelo, looke for't.

Signe me a present pardon for my brother,

Or with an out-stretcht throate Ile tell the world aloud

What man thou art



   Ang. Who will beleeue thee Isabell?

My vnsoild name, th' austeerenesse of my life,

My vouch against you, and my place i'th State,

Will so your accusation ouer-weigh,

That you shall stifle in your owne report,

And smell of calumnie. I haue begun,

And now I giue my sensuall race, the reine,

Fit thy consent to my sharpe appetite,

Lay by all nicetie, and prolixious blushes

That banish what they sue for: Redeeme thy brother,

By yeelding vp thy bodie to my will,

Or else he must not onelie die the death,

But thy vnkindnesse shall his death draw out

To lingring sufferance: Answer me to morrow,

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



  Isa. To whom should I complaine? Did I tell this,

Who would beleeue me? O perilous mouthes

That beare in them, one and the selfesame tongue,

Either of condemnation, or approofe,

Bidding the Law make curtsie to their will,

Hooking 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

On twentie bloodie blockes, hee'ld yeeld them vp,

Before his sister should her bodie stoope

To such abhord pollution.

Then Isabell liue chaste, and brother die;

``More then our Brother, is our Chastitie.

Ile tell him yet of Angelo's request,

And fit his minde to death, for his soules rest.



Enter.





Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.



Enter Duke, Claudio, and Prouost.



  Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

  Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine

But onely hope: I'haue hope to liue, and am prepar'd to

die



   Duke. Be absolute for death: either death or life

Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:

If I do loose thee, I do loose a thing

That none but fooles would keepe: a breath thou art,

Seruile to all the skyie-influences

That dost this habitation where thou keepst

Hourely afflict: Meerely, thou art deaths foole,

For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun,

And yet runst toward him still. Thou art not noble,

For all th' accommodations that thou bearst,

Are nurst by basenesse: Thou'rt by no meanes valiant,

For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke

Of a poore worme: thy best of rest is sleepe,

And that thou oft prouoakst, yet grosselie fearst

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy selfe,

For thou exists on manie a thousand graines

That issue out of dust. Happie thou art not,

For what thou hast not, still thou striu'st to get,

And what thou hast forgetst. Thou art not certaine,

For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

After the Moone: If thou art rich, thou'rt poore,

For like an Asse, whose backe with Ingots bowes;

Thou 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

For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth, nor age

But as it were an after-dinners sleepe

Dreaming on both, for all thy blessed youth

Becomes as aged, and doth begge the almes

Of palsied-Eld: and when thou art old, and rich

Thou 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



   Cla. I humblie thanke you.

To sue to liue, I finde I seeke to die,

And seeking death, finde life: Let it come on.



Enter Isabella.



  Isab. What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good companie



   Pro. Who's there? Come in, the wish deserues a

welcome



   Duke. Deere sir, ere long Ile visit you againe



   Cla. Most holie Sir, I thanke you



   Isa. My businesse is a word or two with Claudio



   Pro. And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's your

sister



   Duke. Prouost, a word with you



   Pro. As manie as you please



   Duke. Bring them to heare me speak, where I may be

conceal'd



   Cla. Now sister, what's the comfort?

  Isa. Why,

As all comforts are: most good, most good indeede,

Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen

Intends you for his swift Ambassador,

Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger;

Therefore your best appointment make with speed,

To Morrow you set on



   Clau. Is there no remedie?

  Isa. None, but such remedie, as to saue a head

To cleaue a heart in twaine:

  Clau. But is there anie?

  Isa. Yes brother, you may liue;

There 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?

  Isa. I iust, perpetuall durance, a restraint

Through all the worlds vastiditie you had

To a determin'd scope



   Clau. But in what nature?

  Isa. In such a one, as you consenting too't,

Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare,

And leaue you naked



   Clau. Let me know the point



   Isa. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake,

Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine,

And six or seuen winters more respect

Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die?

The sence of death is most in apprehension,

And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon

In corporall sufferance, finds a pang as great,

As when a Giant dies



   Cla. Why giue you me this shame?

Thinke you I can a resolution fetch

From flowrie tendernesse? If I must die,

I will encounter darknesse as a bride,

And hugge it in mine armes



   Isa. There spake my brother: there my fathers graue

Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:

Thou art too noble, to conserue a life

In base appliances. This outward sainted Deputie,

Whose setled visage, and deliberate word

Nips 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?

  Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell,

The damnest bodie to inuest, and couer

In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,

If I would yeeld him my virginitie

Thou might'st be freed?

  Cla. 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,

Or else thou diest to morrow



   Clau. Thou shalt not do't



   Isa. O, were it but my life,

I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance

As frankely as a pin



   Clau. Thankes deere Isabell



   Isa. 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,

Or of the deadly seuen it is the least



   Isa. Which is the least?

  Cla. If it were damnable, he being so wise,

Why would he for the momentarie tricke

Be perdurablie fin'de? Oh Isabell



   Isa. What saies my brother?

  Cla. Death is a fearefull thing



   Isa. And shamed life, a hatefull



   Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where,

To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot,

This sensible warme motion, to become

A kneaded clod; And the delighted spirit

To bath in fierie floods, or to recide

In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice,

To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes

And blowne with restlesse violence round about

The pendant world: or to be worse then worst

Of those, that lawlesse and incertaine thought,

Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.

The weariest, and most loathed worldly life

That Age, Ache, periury, and imprisonment

Can lay on nature, is a Paradise

To what we feare of death



   Isa. Alas, alas



   Cla. Sweet Sister, let me liue.

What sinne you do, to saue a brothers life,

Nature dispenses with the deede so farre,

That it becomes a vertue



   Isa. Oh you beast,

Oh faithlesse Coward, oh dishonest wretch,

Wilt thou be made a man, out of my vice?

Is't not a kinde of Incest, to take life

From thine owne sisters shame? What should I thinke,

Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire:

For such a warped slip of wildernesse

Nere issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance,

Die, 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



   Cla. Nay heare me Isabell



   Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie:

Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade;

Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd,

'Tis best that thou diest quickly



   Cla. Oh heare me Isabella



   Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word



   Isa. What is your Will



   Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure, I would

by and by haue some speech with you: the satisfaction I

would require, is likewise your owne benefit



   Isa. I haue no superfluous leysure, my stay must be

stolen out of other affaires: but I will attend you a while



   Duke. Son, I haue ouer-heard what hath past between

you & your sister. Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupt

her; onely he hath made an assay of her vertue, to

practise his iudgement with the disposition of natures.

She (hauing the truth of honour in her) hath made him

that gracious deniall, which he is most glad to receiue: I

am Confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true, therfore

prepare your selfe to death: do not satisfie your resolution

with hopes that are fallible, to morrow you

must die, goe to your knees, and make ready



   Cla. Let me ask my sister pardon, I am so out of loue

with life, that I will sue to be rid of it



   Duke. Hold you there: farewell: Prouost, a word

with 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

habit, no losse shall touch her by my company



   Pro. In good time.



Enter.



  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:

the assault that Angelo hath made to you, Fortune hath

conuaid to my vnderstanding; and but that frailty hath

examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo: how

will you doe to content this Substitute, and to saue your

Brother?

  Isab. I am now going to resolue him: I had rather

my brother die by the Law, then my sonne should be vnlawfullie

borne. But (oh) how much is the good Duke

deceiu'd in Angelo: if euer he returne, and I can speake

to him, I will open my lips in vaine, or discouer his gouernment



   Duke. That shall not be much amisse: yet, as the matter

now stands, he will auoid your accusation: he made

triall of you onelie. Therefore fasten your eare on my

aduisings, to the loue I haue in doing good; a remedie

presents it selfe. I doe make my selfe beleeue that you

may most vprighteously do a poor wronged Lady a merited

benefit; redeem your brother from the angry Law;

doe no staine to your owne gracious person, and much

please the absent Duke, if peraduenture he shall euer returne

to haue hearing of this businesse



   Isab. Let me heare you speake farther; I haue spirit to

do any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of my

spirit



   Duke. Vertue is bold, and goodnes neuer fearefull:

Haue you not heard speake of Mariana the sister of Fredericke

the great Souldier, who miscarried at Sea?

  Isa. I haue heard of the Lady, and good words went

with her name



   Duke. Shee should this Angelo haue married: was affianced

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

perished vessell, the dowry of his sister: but marke how

heauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman, there she

lost 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

both, her combynate-husband, this well-seeming

Angelo



   Isab. Can this be so? did Angelo so leaue her?

  Duke. Left her in her teares, & dried not one of them

with his comfort: swallowed his vowes whole, pretending

in her, discoueries of dishonor: in few, bestow'd

her on her owne lamentation, which she yet weares for

his sake: and he, a marble to her teares, is washed with

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

it will let this man liue? But how out of this can shee auaile?

  Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heale: and the

cure of it not onely saues your brother, but keepes you

from dishonor in doing it



   Isab. Shew me how (good Father.)

  Duk. This fore-named Maid hath yet in her the continuance

of her first affection: his vniust vnkindenesse

(that in all reason should haue quenched her loue) hath

(like an impediment in the Current) made it more violent

and vnruly: Goe you to Angelo, answere his requiring

with a plausible obedience, agree with his demands

to the point: onely referre your selfe to this aduantage;

first, that your stay with him may not be long: that the

time may haue all shadow, and silence in it: and the place

answere to conuenience: this being granted in course,

and now followes all: wee shall aduise this wronged

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

Mariana 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?

  Isab. The image of it giues me content already, and I

trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection



   Duk. It lies much in your holding vp: haste you speedily

to Angelo, if for this night he intreat you to his bed,

giue him promise of satisfaction: I will presently to S[aint].

Lukes, there at the moated-Grange recides this deiected

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.



Enter.



Enter Elbow, Clowne, Officers.



  Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you

will needes buy and sell men and women like beasts, we

shall haue all the world drinke browne & white bastard



   Duk. Oh heauens, what stuffe is heere



   Clow. Twas neuer merry world since of two vsuries

the merriest was put downe, and the worser allow'd by

order of Law; a fur'd gowne to keepe him warme; and

furd with Foxe and Lamb-skins too, to signifie, that craft

being richer then Innocency, stands for the facing



   Elb. Come your way sir: 'blesse you good Father

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,

we take him to be a Theefe too Sir: for wee haue found

vpon him Sir, a strange Pick-lock, which we haue sent

to the Deputie



   Duke. Fie, sirrah, a Bawd, a wicked bawd,

The euill that thou causest to be done,

That is thy meanes to liue. Do thou but thinke

What 'tis to cram a maw, or cloath a backe

From such a filthie vice: say to thy selfe,

From their abhominable and beastly touches

I drinke, I eate away my selfe, and liue:

Canst thou beleeue thy liuing is a life,

So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend



   Clo. Indeed, it do's stinke in some sort, Sir:

But yet Sir I would proue



   Duke. Nay, if the diuell haue giuen thee proofs for sin

Thou wilt proue his. Take him to prison Officer:

Correction, and Instruction must both worke

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-master:

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.



Enter Lucio.



  Elb. His necke will come to your wast, a Cord sir



   Clo. I spy comfort, I cry baile: Here's a Gentleman,

and a friend of mine



   Luc. How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheels

of Csar? Art thou led in triumph? What is there none

of Pigmalions Images newly made woman to bee had

now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting

clutch'd? What reply? Ha? What saist thou to this

Tune, Matter, and Method? Is't not drown'd i'th last

raine? Ha? What saist thou Trot? Is the world as it was

Man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words?

Or how? The tricke of it?

  Duke. Still thus, and thus: still worse?

  Luc. How doth my deere Morsell, thy Mistris? Procures

she still? Ha?

  Clo. Troth sir, shee hath eaten vp all her beefe, and

she is her selfe in the tub



   Luc. Why 'tis good: It is the right of it: it must be

so. Euer your fresh Whore, and your pouder'd Baud, an

vnshun'd consequence, it must be so. Art going to prison

Pompey?

  Clo. Yes faith sir



   Luc. Why 'tis not amisse Pompey: farewell: goe say

I sent thee thether: for debt Pompey? Or how?

  Elb. For being a baud, for being a baud



   Luc. Well, then imprison him: If imprisonment be

the due of a baud, why 'tis his right. Baud is he doubtlesse,

and of antiquity too: Baud borne. Farwell good

Pompey: Commend me to the prison Pompey, you will

turne good husband now Pompey, you will keepe the

house



   Clo. I hope Sir, your good Worship wil be my baile?

  Luc. No indeed wil 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:

Adieu trustie Pompey.

Blesse you Friar



   Duke. And you



   Luc. Do's Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha?

  Elb. Come your waies sir, come



   Clo. You will not baile me then Sir?

  Luc. Then Pompey, nor now: what newes abroad Frier?

What newes?

  Elb. Come your waies sir, come



   Luc. Goe to kennell (Pompey) goe:

What newes Frier of the Duke?

  Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?

  Luc. Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia: other

some, he is in Rome: but where is he thinke you?

  Duke. I know not where: but wheresoeuer, I wish

him well



   Luc. It was a mad fantasticall tricke of him to steale

from the State, and vsurpe the beggerie hee was neuer

borne to: Lord Angelo Dukes it well in his absence: he

puts transgression too't



   Duke. 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



   Duk. It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it



   Luc. Yes in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred;

it is well allied, but it is impossible to extirpe it quite,

Frier, till eating and drinking be put downe. They say

this Angelo was not made by Man and Woman, after

this downe-right way of Creation: is it true, thinke

you?

  Duke. How should he be made then?

  Luc. Some report, a Sea-maid spawn'd him. Some,

that he was begot betweene two Stock-fishes. But it

is certaine, that when he makes water, his Vrine is congeal'd

ice, that I know to bee true: and he is a motion

generatiue, that's infallible



   Duke. You are pleasant sir, and speake apace



   Luc. Why, what a ruthlesse thing is this in him, for

the rebellion of a Cod-peece, to take away the life of a

man? Would the Duke that is absent haue done this?

Ere he would haue hang'd a man for the getting a hundred

Bastards, he would haue paide for the Nursing a

thousand. He had some feeling of the sport, hee knew

the seruice, and that instructed him to mercie



   Duke. I neuer heard the absent Duke much detected

for Women, he was not enclin'd that way



   Luc. Oh Sir, you are deceiu'd



   Duke. 'Tis not possible



   Luc. Who, not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of fifty:

and his vse was, to put a ducket in her Clack-dish; the

Duke had Crochets in him. Hee would be drunke too,

that let me informe you



   Duke. You do him wrong, surely



   Luc. Sir, I was an inward of his: a shie fellow was

the Duke, and I beleeue I know the cause of his withdrawing



   Duke. What (I prethee) might be the cause?

  Luc. No, pardon: 'Tis a secret must bee lockt within

the teeth and the lippes: but this I can let you vnderstand,

the greater file of the subiect held the Duke to be

wise



   Duke. Wise? Why no question but he was



   Luc. A very superficiall, ignorant, vnweighing fellow

  Duke. Either this is Enuie in you, Folly, or mistaking:

The very streame of his life, and the businesse he

hath 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

enuious, a Scholler, a Statesman, and a Soldier: therefore

you speake vnskilfully: or, if your knowledge bee

more, it is much darkned in your malice



   Luc. Sir, I know him, and I loue him



   Duke. Loue talkes with better knowledge, & knowledge

with deare loue



   Luc. Come Sir, I know what I know



   Duke. I can hardly beleeue that, since you know not

what you speake. But if euer the Duke returne (as our

praiers are he may) let mee desire you to make your answer

before him: if it bee honest you haue spoke, you

haue courage to maintaine it; I am bound to call vppon

you, and I pray you your name?

  Luc. Sir my name is Lucio, wel known to the Duke



   Duke. He shall know you better Sir, if I may liue to

report you



   Luc. I feare you not



   Duke. O, you hope the Duke will returne no more:

or you imagine me to vnhurtfull an opposite: but indeed

I can doe you little harme: You'll for-sweare this againe?

  Luc. Ile be hang'd first: Thou art deceiu'd in mee

Friar. But no more of this: Canst thou tell if Claudio

die to morrow, or no?

  Duke. Why should he die Sir?

  Luc. Why? For filling a bottle with a Tunne-dish:

I would the Duke we talke of were return'd againe: this

vngenitur'd Agent will vn-people the Prouince with

Continencie. Sparrowes must not build in his house-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

this Claudio is condemned for vntrussing. Farwell good

Friar, I prethee pray for me: The Duke (I say to thee

againe) would eate Mutton on Fridaies. He's now past

it, yet (and I say to thee) hee would mouth with a beggar,

though she smelt browne-bread and Garlicke: say

that I said so: Farewell.



Enter.



  Duke. No might, nor greatnesse in mortality

Can censure scape: Back-wounding calumnie

The whitest vertue strikes. What King so strong,

Can tie the gall vp in the slanderous tong?

But who comes heere?



Enter Escalus, Prouost, and Bawd.



  Esc. Go, away with her to prison



   Bawd. Good my Lord be good to mee, your Honor

is accounted a mercifull man: good my Lord



   Esc. Double, and trebble admonition, and still forfeite

in the same kinde? This would make mercy sweare

and play the Tirant



   Pro. A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance, may it

please your Honor



   Bawd. My Lord, this is one Lucio's information against

me, Mistris Kate Keepe-downe was with childe by

him in the Dukes time, he promis'd her marriage: his

Childe is a yeere and a quarter olde come Philip and Iacob:

I haue kept it my selfe; and see how hee goes about

to abuse me



   Esc. That fellow is a fellow of much License: Let

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

furnish'd with Diuines, and haue all charitable preparation.

If my brother wrought by my pitie, it should not

be so with him



   Pro. So please you, this Friar hath beene with him,

and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death



   Esc. Good' euen, good Father



   Duke. Blisse, and goodnesse on you



   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

Of gracious Order, late come from the Sea,

In speciall businesse from his Holinesse



   Esc. What newes abroad i'th World?

  Duke. None, but that there is so great a Feauor on

goodnesse, that the dissolution of it must cure it. Noueltie

is onely in request, and as it is as dangerous to be

aged in any kinde of course, as it is vertuous to be constant

in any vndertaking. There is scarse truth enough

aliue to make Societies secure, but Securitie enough to

make Fellowships accurst: Much vpon this riddle runs

the wisedome of the world: This newes is old enough,

yet it is euerie daies newes. I pray you Sir, of what disposition

was the Duke?

  Esc. One, that aboue all other strifes,

Contended especially to know himselfe



   Duke. What pleasure was he giuen to?

  Esc. Rather reioycing to see another merry, then

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, &

let me desire to know, how you finde Claudio prepar'd?

I am made to vnderstand, that you haue lent him visitation



   Duke. He professes to haue receiued no sinister measure

from his Iudge, but most willingly humbles himselfe

to the determination of Iustice: yet had he framed

to himselfe (by the instruction of his frailty) manie deceyuing

promises of life, which I (by my good leisure)

haue discredited to him, and now is he resolu'd to die



   Esc. You haue paid the heauens your Function, and

the prisoner the verie debt of your Calling. I haue labour'd

for the poore Gentleman, to the extremest shore

of my modestie, but my brother-Iustice haue I found so

seuere, that he hath forc'd me to tell him, hee is indeede

Iustice



   Duke. If his owne life,

Answere the straitnesse of his proceeding,

It shall become him well: wherein if he chance to faile

he hath sentenc'd himselfe



   Esc I am going to visit the prisoner, Fare you well



   Duke. 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:

More, nor lesse to others paying,

Then by selfe-offences weighing.

Shame to him, whose cruell striking,

Kils for faults of his owne liking:

Twice trebble shame on Angelo,

To weede my vice, and let his grow.

Oh, what may Man within him hide,

Though Angel on the outward side?

How may likenesse made in crimes,

Making practise on the Times,

To draw with ydle Spiders strings

Most ponderous and substantiall things?

Craft against vice, I must applie.

With Angelo to night shall lye

His old betroathed (but despised:)

So disguise shall by th' disguised

Pay with falshood, false exacting,

And performe an olde contracting.



Exit



Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.



Enter Mariana, and Boy singing.



Song.



Take, oh take those lips away,

that so sweetly were forsworne,

And those eyes: the breake of day

lights that doe mislead the Morne;

But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,

Seales of loue, but seal'd in vaine, seal'd in vaine.



Enter Duke.



  Mar. Breake off thy song, and haste thee quick away,

Here comes a man of comfort, whose aduice

Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.

I cry you mercie, Sir, and well could wish

You had not found me here so musicall.

Let me excuse me, and beleeue me so,

My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe



   Duk. 'Tis good; though Musick oft hath such a charme

To 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



   Mar. You haue not bin enquir'd after: I haue sat

here all day.



Enter Isabell.



  Duk. I doe constantly beleeue you: the time is come

euen now. I shall craue your forbearance a little, may be

I will call vpon you anone for some aduantage to your

selfe



   Mar. I am alwayes bound to you.



Enter.



  Duk. Very well met, and well come:

What is the newes from this good Deputie?

  Isab. He hath a Garden circummur'd with Bricke,

Whose westerne side is with a Vineyard back't;

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,

There haue I made my promise, vpon the

Heauy midle of the night, to call vpon him



   Duk. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?

  Isab. I haue t'ane a due, and wary note vpon't,

With whispering, and most guiltie diligence,

In 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,

And that I haue possest him, my most stay

Can be but briefe: for I haue made him know,

I haue a Seruant comes with me along

That staies vpon me; whose perswasion is,

I come about my Brother



   Duk. '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,

She comes to doe you good



   Isab. I doe desire the like



   Duk. Do you perswade your selfe that I respect you?

  Mar. Good Frier, I know you do, and haue found it



   Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand

Who hath a storie readie for your eare:

I shall attend your leisure, but make haste

The vaporous night approaches



   Mar. Wilt please you walke aside.



Enter.



  Duke. Oh Place, and greatnes: millions of false eies

Are stucke vpon thee: volumes of report

Run with these false, and most contrarious Quest

Vpon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit

Make thee the father of their idle dreame,

And racke thee in their fancies. Welcome, how agreed?



Enter Mariana and Isabella.



  Isab. Shee'll take the enterprize vpon her father,

If you aduise it



   Duke. It is not my consent,

But my entreaty too



   Isa. Little haue you to say

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:

He 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.





Scena Secunda.



Enter Prouost and Clowne.



  Pro. Come hither sirha; can you cut off a mans head?

  Clo. If the man be a Bachelor Sir, I can:

But if he be a married man, he's his wiues head,

And I can neuer cut off a womans head



   Pro. Come sir, leaue me your snatches, and yeeld mee

a direct answere. To morrow morning are to die Claudio

and Barnardine: heere is in our prison a common executioner,

who in his office lacks a helper, if you will take

it on you to assist him, it shall redeeme you from your

Gyues: if not, you shall haue your full time of imprisonment,

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

minde, but yet I will bee content to be a lawfull hangman:

I would bee glad to receiue some instruction from

my fellow partner



   Pro. What hoa, Abhorson: where's Abhorson there?



Enter Abhorson.



  Abh. Doe you call sir?

  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,

vse him for the present, and dismisse him, hee cannot

plead his estimation with you: he hath beene a Bawd



   Abh. A Bawd Sir? fie vpon him, he will discredit our

mysterie



   Pro. Goe too Sir, you waigh equallie: a feather will

turne the Scale.



Enter.



  Clo. Pray sir, by your good fauor: for surely sir, a

good fauor you haue, but that you haue a hanging look:

Doe you call sir, your occupation a Mysterie?

  Abh. I Sir, a Misterie



   Clo. Painting Sir, I haue heard say, is a Misterie; and

your Whores sir, being members of my occupation, vsing

painting, do proue my Occupation, a Misterie: but

what Misterie there should be in hanging, if I should

be hang'd, I cannot imagine



   Abh. Sir, it is a Misterie



   Clo. 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

true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.

Enter Prouost.



  Pro. Are you agreed?

  Clo. Sir, I will serue him: For I do finde your Hangman

is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd: he doth

oftner aske forgiuenesse



   Pro. You sirrah, prouide your blocke and your Axe

to morrow, foure a clocke



   Abh. Come on (Bawd) I will instruct thee in my

Trade: follow



   Clo. I do desire to learne sir: and I hope, if you haue

occasion to vse me for your owne turne, you shall finde

me y'are. For truly sir, for your kindnesse, I owe you a

good turne.



Exit



  Pro. Call hether Barnardine and Claudio:

Th' 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

Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?

  Cla. As fast lock'd vp in sleepe, as guiltlesse labour,

When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,

He will not wake



   Pro. Who can do good on him?

Well, go, prepare your selfe. But harke, what noise?

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.



  Duke. The best, and wholsomst spirits of the night,

Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?

  Pro. None since the Curphew rung



   Duke. Not Isabell?

  Pro. No



   Duke. They will then er't be long



   Pro. What comfort is for Claudio?

  Duke. There's some in hope



   Pro. It is a bitter Deputie



   Duke. Not so, not so: his life is paralel'd

Euen with the stroke and line of his great Iustice:

He doth with holie abstinence subdue

That in himselfe, which he spurres on his powre

To qualifie in others: were he meal'd with that

Which he corrects, then were he tirrannous,

But this being so, he's iust. Now are they come.

This is a gentle Prouost, sildome when

The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men:

How now? what noise? That spirit's possest with hast,

That wounds th' vnsisting Posterne with these strokes



   Pro. There he must stay vntil the Officer

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



   Duke. As neere the dawning Prouost, as it is,

You shall heare more ere Morning



   Pro. Happely

You something know: yet I beleeue there comes

No countermand: no such example haue we:

Besides, vpon the verie siege of Iustice,

Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare

Profest the contrarie.



Enter a Messenger.



  Duke. This is his Lords man



   Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon



   Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note,

And by mee this further charge;

That you swerue not from the smallest Article of it,

Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance.

Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day



   Pro. I shall obey him



   Duke. This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin,

For which the Pardoner himselfe is in:

Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie,

When 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:

Lord Angelo (be-like) thinking me remisse

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.



The Letter.



Whatsoeuer you may heare to the contrary, let Claudio be executed

by foure of the clocke, and in the afternoone Bernardine:

For my better satisfaction, let mee haue Claudios

head sent me by fiue. Let this be duely performed with a

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?

  Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed

in th' afternoone?

  Pro. A Bohemian borne: But here nurst vp & bred,

One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old



   Duke. How came it, that the absent Duke had not

either deliuer'd him to his libertie, or executed him? I

haue heard it was euer his manner to do so



   Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him:

And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord

Angelo, came not to an vndoubtfull proofe



   Duke. It is now apparant?

  Pro. Most manifest, and not denied by himselfe



   Duke. Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison?

How seemes he to be touch'd?

  Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully,

but as a drunken sleepe, carelesse, wreaklesse, and

fearelesse of what's past, present, or to come: insensible

of mortality, and desperately mortall



   Duke. He wants aduice



   Pro. He wil heare none: he hath euermore had the liberty

of the prison: giue him leaue to escape hence, hee

would not. Drunke many times a day, if not many daies

entirely drunke. We haue verie oft awak'd him, as if to

carrie him to execution, and shew'd him a seeming warrant

for it, it hath not moued him at all



   Duke. More of him anon: There is written in your

brow Prouost, honesty and constancie; if I reade it not

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.

To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect, I

craue but foure daies respit: for the which, you are to

do me both a present, and a dangerous courtesie



   Pro. Pray Sir, in what?

  Duke. In the delaying death



   Pro. Alacke, how may I do it? Hauing the houre limited,

and an expresse command, vnder penaltie, to deliuer

his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my

case as Claudio's, to crosse this in the smallest



   Duke. By the vow of mine Order, I warrant you,

If my instructions may be your guide,

Let this Barnardine be this morning executed,

And his head borne to Angelo



   Pro. Angelo hath seene them both,

And will discouer the fauour



   Duke. Oh, death's a great disguiser, and you may

adde to it; Shaue the head, and tie the beard, and say it

was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his

death: you know the course is common. If any thing

fall to you vpon this, more then thankes and good fortune,

by the Saint whom I professe, I will plead against

it with my life



   Pro. Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath



   Duke. Were you sworne to the Duke, or to the Deputie?

  Pro. To him, and to his Substitutes



   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?

  Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty; yet since

I see you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity, nor

perswasion, can with ease attempt you, I wil go further

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

strange to you?

  Pro. I know them both



   Duke. The Contents of this, is the returne of the

Duke; you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure:

where you shall finde within these two daies, he wil be

heere. This is a thing that Angelo knowes not, for hee

this very day receiues letters of strange tenor, perchance

of the Dukes death, perchance entering into some Monasterie,

but by chance nothing of what is writ. Looke,

th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard; put not

your selfe into amazement, how these things should be;

all difficulties are but easie when they are knowne. Call

your executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I will

giue him a present shrift, and aduise him for a better

place. Yet you are amaz'd, but this shall absolutely resolue

you: Come away, it is almost cleere dawne.



Enter.





Scena Tertia.



Enter Clowne.



  Clo. I am as well acquainted heere, as I was in our

house of profession: one would thinke it were Mistris

Ouerdons owne house, for heere be manie of her olde

Customers. First, here's yong Mr Rash, hee's in for a

commoditie of browne paper, and olde Ginger, nine

score and seuenteene pounds, of which hee made fiue

Markes readie money: marrie then, Ginger was not

much in request, for the olde Women were all dead.

Then is there heere one Mr Caper, at the suite of Master

Three-Pile the Mercer, for some foure suites of Peachcolour'd

Satten, which now peaches him a beggar.

Then haue we heere, yong Dizie, and yong Mr Deepevow,

and Mr Copperspurre, and Mr Starue-Lackey the Rapier

and dagger man, and yong Drop-heire that kild lustie

Pudding, and Mr Forthlight the Tilter, and braue Mr

Shootie the great Traueller, and wilde Halfe-Canne that

stabb'd Pots, and I thinke fortie more, all great doers in

our Trade, and are now for the Lords sake.



Enter Abhorson.



  Abh. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether



   Clo. Mr Barnardine, you must rise and be hang'd,

Mr Barnardine



   Abh. What hoa Barnardine.



Barnardine within.



  Bar. A pox o'your throats: who makes that noyse

there? What are you?

  Clo. Your friends Sir, the Hangman:

You must be so good Sir to rise, and be put to death



   Bar. Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepie



   Abh. Tell him he must awake,

And that quickly too



   Clo. Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed,

and sleepe afterwards



   Ab. Go in to him, and fetch him out



   Clo. He is comming Sir, he is comming: I heare his

Straw russle.



Enter Barnardine.



  Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke, sirrah?

  Clo. Verie readie Sir



   Bar. How now Abhorson?

What's the newes with you?

  Abh. Truly Sir, I would desire you to clap into your

prayers: 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

sounder all the next day.



Enter Duke.



  Abh. Looke you Sir, heere comes your ghostly Father:

do we iest now thinke you?

  Duke. Sir, induced by my charitie, and hearing how

hastily you are to depart, I am come to aduise you,

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

die this day, that's certaine



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

Looke forward on the iournie you shall go



   Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion



   Duke. But heare you:

  Bar. Not a word: if you haue anie thing to say to me,

come to my Ward: for thence will not I to day.



Exit



Enter Prouost.



  Duke. Vnfit to liue, or die: oh grauell heart.

After him (Fellowes) bring him to the blocke



   Pro. Now Sir, how do you finde the prisoner?

  Duke. A creature vnprepar'd, vnmeet for death,

And to transport him in the minde he is,

Were damnable



   Pro. Heere in the prison, Father,

There died this morning of a cruell Feauor,

One Ragozine, a most notorious Pirate,

A man of Claudio's yeares: his beard, and head

Iust of his colour. What if we do omit

This Reprobate, til he were wel enclin'd,

And satisfie the Deputie with the visage

Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?

  Duke. Oh, 'tis an accident that heauen prouides:

Dispatch it presently, the houre drawes on

Prefixt by Angelo: See this be done,

And sent according to command, whiles I

Perswade this rude wretch willingly to die



   Pro. This shall be done (good Father) presently:

But 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,

Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio,

Ere twice the Sun hath made his iournall greeting

To yond generation, you shal finde

Your safetie manifested



   Pro. I am your free dependant.



Enter.



  Duke. Quicke, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo

Now wil I write Letters to Angelo,

(The Prouost he shal beare them) whose contents

Shal witnesse to him I am neere at home:

And that by great Iniunctions I am bound

To 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.



Enter Prouost.



  Pro. Heere is the head, Ile carrie it my selfe



   Duke. Conuenient is it: Make a swift returne,

For I would commune with you of such things,

That want no eare but yours



   Pro. Ile make all speede.



Exit



Isabell within.



  Isa. Peace hoa, be heere



   Duke. The tongue of Isabell. She's come to know,

If yet her brothers pardon be come hither:

But 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



   Duke. Good morning to you, faire, and gracious

daughter



   Isa. The better giuen me by so holy a man,

Hath yet the Deputie sent my brothers pardon?

  Duke. He hath releasd him, Isabell, from the world,

His head is off, and sent to Angelo



   Isa. Nay, but it is not so



   Duke. It is no other,

Shew your wisedome daughter in your close patience



   Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies



   Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight



   Isa. Vnhappie Claudio, wretched Isabell,

Iniurious world, most damned Angelo



   Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a iot,

Forbeare it therefore, giue your cause to heauen.

Marke what I say, which you shal finde

By euery sillable a faithful veritie.

The Duke comes home to morrow: nay drie your eyes,

One of our Couent, and his Confessor

Giues me this instance: Already he hath carried

Notice to Escalus and Angelo,

Who do prepare to meete him at the gates,

There to giue vp their powre: If you can pace your wisdome,

In that good path that I would wish it go,

And you shal haue your bosome on this wretch,

Grace 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:

Say, by this token, I desire his companie

At Mariana's house to night. Her cause, and yours

Ile perfect him withall, and he shal bring you

Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo

Accuse him home and home. For my poore selfe,

I am combined by a sacred Vow,

And shall be absent. Wend you with this Letter:

Command these fretting waters from your eies

With a light heart; trust not my holie Order

If I peruert your course: whose heere?



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

see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient; I am faine

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.

By my troth Isabell I lou'd thy brother, if the olde fantastical

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



   Luc. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so wel as I

do: he's a better woodman then thou tak'st him for



   Duke. Well: you'l answer this one day. Fare ye well



   Luc. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee,

I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke



   Duke. You haue 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 childe



   Duke. Did you such a thing?

  Luc. Yes marrie did I; but I was faine to forswear it,

They would else haue married me to the rotten Medler



   Duke. Sir your company is fairer then honest, rest you

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

Friar, I am a kind of Burre, I shal sticke.



Exeunt.



Scena Quarta.



Enter Angelo & Escalus.



  Esc. Euery Letter he hath writ, hath disuouch'd other



   An. In most vneuen and distracted manner, his actions

show much like to madnesse, pray heauen his wisedome

bee not tainted: and why meet him at the gates and deliuer

our authorities there?

  Esc. I ghesse not



   Ang. And why should wee proclaime it in an howre

before his entring, that if any craue redresse of iniustice,

they should exhibit their petitions in the street?

  Esc. He showes his reason for that: to haue a dispatch

of Complaints, and to deliuer vs from deuices heereafter,

which shall then haue no power to stand against

vs



   Ang. Well: I beseech you let it bee proclaim'd betimes

i'th' morne, Ile call you at your house: giue notice

to such men of sort and suite as are to meete him



   Esc. I shall sir: fareyouwell.



Enter.



  Ang. Good night.

This deede vnshapes me quite, makes me vnpregnant

And dull to all proceedings. A deflowred maid,

And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

The Law against it? But that her tender shame

Will not proclaime against her maiden losse,

How might she tongue me? yet reason dares her no,

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,

Saue that his riotous youth with dangerous sense

Might in the times to come haue ta'ne reuenge

By so receiuing a dishonor'd life

With ransome of such shame: would yet he had liued.

Alack, when once our grace we haue forgot,

Nothing goes right, we would, and we would not.



Enter.





Scena Quinta.



Enter Duke and Frier Peter.



  Duke. These Letters at fit time deliuer me,

The Prouost knowes our purpose and our plot,

The matter being a foote, keepe your instruction

And hold you euer to our speciall drift,

Though sometimes you doe blench from this to that

As cause doth minister: Goe call at Flauia's house,

And tell him where I stay: giue the like notice

To Valencius, Rowland, and to Crassus,

And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate:

But send me Flauius first



   Peter. It shall be speeded well.



Enter Varrius.



  Duke. I thank thee Varrius, thou hast made good hast,

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.



  Isab. To speake so indirectly I am loath,

I would say the truth, but to accuse him so

That is your part, yet I am aduis'd to doe it,

He saies, to vaile full purpose



   Mar. Be rul'd by him



   Isab. Besides he tells me, that if peraduenture

He speake against me on the aduerse side,

I should not thinke it strange, for 'tis a physicke

That's bitter, to sweet end.



Enter Peter.



  Mar. I would Frier Peter

  Isab. Oh peace, the Frier is come



   Peter. Come I haue found you out a stand most fit,

Where you may haue such vantage on the Duke

He shall not passe you:

Twice 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.





Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.



Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Esculus, Lucio, Citizens at

seuerall

doores.



  Duk. My very worthy Cosen, fairely met,

Our old, and faithfull friend, we are glad to see you



   Ang. 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

Such goodnesse of your Iustice, that our soule

Cannot but yeeld you forth to publique thankes

Forerunning more requitall



   Ang. You make my bonds still greater



   Duk. Oh your desert speaks loud, & I should wrong it

To locke it in the wards of couert bosome

When it deserues with characters of brasse

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time,

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,

You 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



   Isab. Iustice, O royall Duke, vaile your regard

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,

And giuen me Iustice, Iustice, Iustice, Iustice



   Duk. Relate your wrongs;

In what, by whom? be briefe:

Here is Lord Angelo shall giue you Iustice,

Reueale your selfe to him



   Isab. Oh worthy Duke,

You bid me seeke redemption of the diuell,

Heare me your selfe: for that which I must speake

Must either punish me, not being beleeu'd,

Or wring redresse from you:

Heare 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

Cut off by course of Iustice



   Isab. By course of Iustice



   Ang. And she will speake most bitterly, and strange



   Isab. Most strange: but yet most truely wil I speake,

That Angelo's forsworne, is it not strange?

That Angelo's a murtherer, is't not strange?

That Angelo is an adulterous thiefe,

An hypocrite, a virgin violator,

Is it not strange? and strange?

  Duke. Nay it is ten times strange?

  Isa. It is not truer he is Angelo,

Then this is all as true, as it is strange;

Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth

To th' end of reckning



   Duke. Away with her: poore soule

She speakes this, in th' infirmity of sence



   Isa. Oh Prince, I coniure thee, as thou beleeu'st

There is another comfort, then this world,

That thou neglect me not, with that opinion

That I am touch'd with madnesse: make not impossible

That which but seemes vnlike, 'tis not impossible

But one, the wickedst caitiffe on the ground

May seeme as shie, as graue, as iust, as absolute:

As Angelo, euen so may Angelo

In all his dressings, caracts, titles, formes,

Be an arch-villaine: Beleeue it, royall Prince

If he be lesse, he's nothing, but he's more,

Had I more name for badnesse



   Duke. By mine honesty

If she be mad, as I beleeue no other,

Her madnesse hath the oddest frame of sense,

Such a dependancy of thing, on thing,

As ere I heard in madnesse



   Isab. Oh gracious Duke

Harpe not on that; nor do not banish reason

For inequality, but let your reason serue

To make the truth appeare, where it seemes hid,

And hide the false seemes true



   Duk. Many that are not mad

Haue sure more lacke of reason:

What would you say?

  Isab. I am the Sister of one Claudio,

Condemnd 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

As then the Messenger



   Luc. 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



   Duk. You were not bid to speake



   Luc. No, my good Lord,

Nor wish'd to hold my peace



   Duk. I wish you now then,

Pray you take note of it: and when you haue

A businesse for your selfe: pray heauen you then

Be perfect



   Luc. I warrant your honor



   Duk. The warrant's for your selfe: take heede to't



   Isab. This Gentleman told somewhat of my Tale



   Luc. 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



   Duk. That's somewhat madly spoken



   Isab. Pardon it,

The phrase is to the matter



   Duke. Mended againe: the matter: proceed



   Isab. In briefe, to set the needlesse processe by:

How 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

To his concupiscible intemperate lust

Release my brother; and after much debatement,

My sisterly remorse, confutes mine honour,

And I did yeeld to him: But the next morne betimes,

His purpose surfetting, he sends a warrant

For my poore brothers head



   Duke. This is most likely



   Isab. Oh that it were as like as it is true



   Duk. By heauen (fond wretch) y knowst not what thou speak'st,

Or else thou art suborn'd against his honor

In hatefull practise: first his Integritie

Stands without blemish: next it imports no reason,

That with such vehemency he should pursue

Faults proper to himselfe: if he had so offended

He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe,

And not haue cut him off: some one hath set you on:

Confesse the truth, and say by whose aduice

Thou cam'st heere to complaine



   Isab. And is this all?

Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue

Keepe 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:

To prison with her: Shall we thus permit

A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall,

On him so neere vs? This needs must be a practise:

Who knew of your intent and comming hither?

  Isa. One that I would were heere, Frier Lodowick



   Duk. A ghostly Father, belike:

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,

For certaine words he spake against your Grace

In your retirment, I had swing'd him soundly



   Duke. Words against mee? this' a good Fryer belike

And to set on this wretched woman here

Against our Substitute: Let this Fryer be found



   Luc. But yesternight my Lord, she and that Fryer

I saw them at the prison: a sawcy Fryar,

A very scuruy fellow



   Peter. Blessed be your Royall Grace:

I haue stood by my Lord, and I haue heard

Your royall eare abus'd: first hath this woman

Most wrongfully accus'd your Substitute,

Who is as free from touch, or soyle with her

As she from one vngot



   Duke. We did beleeue no lesse.

Know you that Frier Lodowick that she speakes of?

  Peter. 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



   Luc. My Lord, most villanously, beleeue it



   Peter. Well: he in time may come to cleere himselfe;

But at this instant he is sicke, my Lord:

Of a strange Feauor: vpon his meere request

Being come to knowledge, that there was complaint

Intended '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

Whensoeuer he's conuented: First for this woman,

To iustifie this worthy Noble man

So vulgarly and personally accus'd,

Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes,

Till she her selfe confesse it



   Duk. Good Frier, let's heare it:

Doe you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?

Oh heauen, the vanity of wretched fooles.

Giue vs some seates, Come cosen Angelo,

In this I'll be impartiall: be you Iudge

Of your owne Cause: Is this the Witnes Frier?



Enter Mariana.



First, let her shew your face, and after, speake



   Mar. Pardon my Lord, I will not shew my face

Vntill my husband bid me



   Duke. What, are you married?

  Mar. No my Lord



   Duke. Are you a Maid?

  Mar. No my Lord



   Duk. A Widow then?

  Mar. Neither, my Lord



   Duk. Why you are nothing then: neither Maid, Widow,

nor Wife?

  Luc. My Lord, she may be a Puncke: for many of

them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife



   Duk. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause

to prattle for himselfe



   Luc. Well my Lord



   Mar. My Lord, I doe confesse I nere was married,

And I confesse besides, I am no Maid,

I haue known my husband, yet my husband

Knowes not, that euer he knew me



   Luc. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better



   Duk. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so to



   Luc. Well, my Lord



   Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo



   Mar. Now I come to't, my Lord.

Shee that accuses him of Fornication,

In selfe-same manner, doth accuse my husband,

And charges him, my Lord, with such a time,

When I'le depose I had him in mine Armes

With all th' effect of Loue



   Ang. Charges she moe then me?

  Mar. Not that I know



   Duk. No? you say your husband



   Mar. Why iust, my Lord, and that is Angelo,

Who thinkes he knowes, that he nere knew my body,

But knows, he thinkes, that he knowes Isabels



   Ang. This is a strange abuse: Let's see thy face



   Mar. My husband bids me, now I will vnmaske.

This is that face, thou cruell Angelo

Which once thou sworst, was worth the looking on:

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,

And did supply thee at thy garden-house

In her Imagin'd person



   Duke. Know you this woman?

  Luc. Carnallie she saies



   Duk. Sirha, no more



   Luc. Enough my Lord



   Ang. My Lord, I must confesse, I know this woman,

And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage

Betwixt my selfe, and her: which was broke off,

Partly for that her promis'd proportions

Came short of Composition: But in chiefe

For that her reputation was dis-valued

In leuitie: Since which time of fiue yeres

I neuer spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her

Vpon my faith, and honor



   Mar. Noble Prince,

As there comes light from heauen, and words fro[m] 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,

But Tuesday night last gon, in's garden house,

He knew me as a wife. As this is true,

Let me in safety raise me from my knees,

Or else for euer be confixed here

A Marble Monument



   Ang. I did but smile till now,

Now, good my Lord, giue me the scope of Iustice,

My patience here is touch'd: I doe perceiue

These poore informall women, are no more

But instruments of some more mightier member

That sets them on. Let me haue way, my Lord

To finde this practise out



   Duke. I, with my heart,

And punish them to your height of pleasure.

Thou foolish Frier, and thou pernicious woman

Compact with her that's gone: thinkst thou, thy oathes,

Though they would swear downe each particular Saint,

Were testimonies against his worth, and credit

That's seald in approbation? you, Lord Escalus

Sit with my Cozen, lend him your kinde paines

To finde out this abuse, whence 'tis deriu'd.

There 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,

And he may fetch him



   Duke. Goe, doe it instantly:

And you, my noble and well-warranted Cosen

Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth,

Doe with your iniuries as seemes you best

In any chastisement; I for a while

Will leaue you; but stir not you till you haue

Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers.



Enter.



  Esc. My Lord, wee'll doe it throughly: Signior Lucio,

did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a

dishonest person?

  Luc. Cucullus non facit Monachum, honest in nothing

but in his Clothes, and one that hath spoke most villanous

speeches of the Duke



   Esc. We shall intreat you to abide heere till he come,

and inforce them against him: we shall finde this Frier a

notable fellow



   Luc. As any in Vienna, on my word



   Esc. Call that same Isabell here once againe, I would

speake with her: pray you, my Lord, giue mee leaue to

question, you shall see how Ile handle her



   Luc. Not better then he, by her owne report



   Esc. Say you?

  Luc. Marry sir, I thinke, if you handled her priuately

She would sooner confesse, perchance publikely she'll be

asham'd.



Enter Duke, Prouost, Isabella



  Esc. I will goe darkely to worke with her



   Luc. That's the way: for women are light at midnight



   Esc. Come on Mistris, here's a Gentlewoman,

Denies all that you haue said



   Luc. My Lord, here comes the rascall I spoke of,

Here, with the Prouost



   Esc. In very good time: speake not you to him, till

we call vpon you



   Luc. Mum



   Esc. Come Sir, did you set these women on to slander

Lord Angelo? they haue confes'd you did



   Duk. 'Tis false



   Esc. How? Know you where you are?

  Duk. Respect to your great place; and let the diuell

Be sometime honour'd, for his burning throne.

Where is the Duke? 'tis he should heare me speake



   Esc. The Duke's in vs: and we will heare you speake,

Looke you speake iustly



   Duk. Boldly, at least. But oh poore soules,

Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox;

Good night to your redresse: Is the Duke gone?

Then is your cause gone too: The Duke's vniust,

Thus to retort your manifest Appeale,

And put your triall in the villaines mouth,

Which here you come to accuse



   Luc. This is the rascall: this is he I spoke of



   Esc. Why thou vnreuerend, and vnhallowed Fryer:

Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women,

To accuse this worthy man? but in foule mouth,

And in the witnesse of his proper eare,

To call him villaine; and then to glance from him,

To th'Duke himselfe, to taxe him with Iniustice?

Take him hence; to th' racke with him: we'll towze you

Ioynt by ioynt, but we will know his purpose:

What? vniust?

  Duk. Be not so hot: the Duke dare

No more stretch this finger of mine, then he

Dare racke his owne: his Subiect am I not,

Nor here Prouinciall: My businesse in this State

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,

But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong Statutes

Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop,

As much in mocke, as marke



   Esc. Slander to th' State:

Away with him to prison



   Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio?

Is this the man you did tell vs of?

  Luc. 'Tis he, my Lord: come hither goodman bald-pate,

doe you know me?

  Duk. I remember you Sir, by the sound of your voice,

I met you at the Prison, in the absence of the Duke



   Luc. Oh, did you so? and do you remember what you

said of the Duke



   Duk. Most notedly Sir



   Luc. Do you so Sir: And was the Duke a flesh-monger,

a foole, and a coward, as you then reported him

to be?

  Duk. You must (Sir) change persons with me, ere you

make that my report: you indeede spoke so of him, and

much more, much worse



   Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow: did I not plucke thee

by the nose, for thy speeches?

  Duk. I protest, I loue the Duke, as I loue my selfe



   Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now, after

his treasonable abuses



   Esc. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall: Away

with him to prison: Where is the Prouost? away with

him to prison: lay bolts enough vpon him: let him speak

no more: away with those Giglets too, and with the other

confederate companion



   Duk. Stay Sir, stay a while



   Ang. What, resists he? helpe him Lucio



   Luc. Come sir, come sir, come sir: foh sir, why you

bald-pated lying rascall: you must be hooded must you?

show your knaues visage with a poxe to you: show your

sheepe-biting face, and be hang'd an houre: Will't

not off?

  Duk. Thou art the first knaue, that ere mad'st a Duke.

First Prouost, let me bayle these gentle three:

Sneake not away Sir, for the Fryer, and you,

Must haue a word anon: lay hold on him



   Luc. This may proue worse then hanging



   Duk. What you haue spoke, I pardon: sit you downe,

We'll borrow place of him; Sir, by your leaue:

Ha'st thou or word, or wit, or impudence,

That 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,

I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse,

To thinke I can be vndiscerneable,

When I perceiue your grace, like powre diuine,

Hath look'd vpon my passes. Then good Prince,

No longer Session hold vpon my shame,

But let my Triall, be mine owne Confession:

Immediate sentence then, and sequent death,

Is all the grace I beg



   Duk. Come hither Mariana,

Say: was't thou ere contracted to this woman?

  Ang. I was my Lord



   Duk. Goe take her hence, and marry her instantly.

Doe you the office (Fryer) which consummate,

Returne him here againe: goe with him Prouost.



Enter.



  Esc. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonor,

Then at the strangenesse of it



   Duk. Come hither Isabell,

Your Frier is now your Prince: As I was then

Aduertysing, and holy to your businesse,

(Not changing heart with habit) I am still,

Atturnied at your seruice



   Isab. Oh giue me pardon

That I, your vassaile, haue imploid, and pain'd

Your vnknowne Soueraigntie



   Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell:

And now, deere Maide, be you as free to vs.

Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart:

And you may maruaile, why I obscur'd my selfe,

Labouring to saue his life: and would not rather

Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre,

Then let him so be lost: oh most kinde Maid,

It 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,

So happy is your Brother.



Enter Angelo, Maria, Peter, Prouost.



  Isab. I doe my Lord



   Duk. For this new-maried man, approaching here,

Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd

Your well defended honor: you must pardon

For Mariana's sake: But as he adiudg'd your Brother,

Being criminall, in double violation

Of sacred Chastitie, and of promise-breach,

Thereon dependant for your Brothers life,

The very mercy of the Law cries out

Most audible, euen from his proper tongue.

An Angelo for Claudio, death for death:

Haste still paies haste, and leasure, answers leasure;

Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure:

Then Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested;

Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee vantage.

We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke

Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste.

Away with him



   Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord,

I hope you will not mocke me with a husband?

  Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband,

Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor,

I thought your marriage fit: else Imputation,

For that he knew you, might reproach your life,

And choake your good to come: For his Possessions,

Although by confutation they are ours;

We doe en-state, and widow you with all,

To buy you a better husband



   Mar. Oh my deere Lord,

I craue no other, nor no better man



   Duke. Neuer craue him, we are definitiue



   Mar. Gentle my Liege



   Duke. You doe but loose your labour.

Away with him to death: Now Sir, to you



   Mar. Oh my good Lord, sweet Isabell, take my part,

Lend me your knees, and all my life to come,

I'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice



   Duke. Against all sence you doe importune her,

Should she kneele downe, in mercie of this fact,

Her Brothers ghost, his paued bed would breake,

And take her hence in horror



   Mar. Isabell:

Sweet Isabel, doe yet but kneele by me,

Hold vp your hands, say nothing: I'll speake all.

They say best men are moulded out of faults,

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?

  Duke. He dies for Claudio's death



   Isab. Most bounteous Sir.

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,

Till 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

That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subiects

Intents, but meerely thoughts



   Mar. Meerely my Lord



   Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable: stand vp I say:

I haue bethought me of another fault.

Prouost, how came it Claudio was beheaded

At an vnusuall howre?

  Pro. It was commanded so



   Duke. Had you a speciall warrant for the deed?

  Pro. No my good Lord: it was by priuate message



   Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office,

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,

For testimony whereof, one in the prison

That should by priuate order else haue dide,

I haue reseru'd aliue



   Duk. What's he?

  Pro. His name is Barnardine



   Duke. I would thou hadst done so by Claudio:

Goe fetch him hither, let me looke vpon him



   Esc. I am sorry, one so learned, and so wise

As you, Lord Angelo, haue stil appear'd,

Should slip so grosselie, both in the heat of bloud

And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward



   Ang. I am sorrie, that such sorrow I procure,

And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart,

That I craue death more willingly then mercy,

'Tis my deseruing, and I doe entreat it.



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.

Sirha, thou art said to haue a stubborne soule

That apprehends no further then this world,

And squar'st thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd,

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,

I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that?

  Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd,

Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head,

As like almost to Claudio, as himselfe



   Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake

Is 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:

Well Angelo, your euill quits you well.

Looke that you loue your wife: her worth, worth yours

I finde an apt remission in my selfe:

And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon,

You sirha, that knew me for a foole, a Coward,

One all of Luxurie, an asse, a mad man:

Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you

That you extoll me thus?

  Luc. 'Faith my Lord, I spoke it but according to the

trick: if you will hang me for it you may: but I had rather

it would please you, I might be whipt



   Duke. Whipt first, sir, and hang'd after.

Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie,

If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow

(As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there's one

whom he begot with childe) let her appeare,

And he shall marry her: the nuptiall finish'd,

Let him be whipt and hang'd



   Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to

a Whore: your Highnesse said euen now I made you a

Duke, good my Lord do not recompence me, in making

me a Cuckold



   Duke. Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her.

Thy slanders I forgiue, and therewithall

Remit thy other forfeits: take him to prison,

And see our pleasure herein executed



   Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord, is pressing to death,

Whipping and hanging



   Duke. Slandering a Prince deserues it.

She Claudio that you wrong'd, looke you restore.

Ioy to you Mariana, loue her Angelo:

I haue confes'd her, and I know her vertue.

Thanks good friend, Escalus, for thy much goodnesse,

There's more behinde that is more gratulate.

Thanks Prouost for thy care, and secrecie,

We shall imploy thee in a worthier place.

Forgiue him Angelo, that brought you home

The head of Ragozine for Claudio's,

Th' offence pardons it selfe. Deere Isabell,

I haue a motion much imports your good,

Whereto 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.

 Angelo, the Deputie.

 Escalus, an ancient Lord.

 Claudio, a yong Gentleman.

 Lucio, a fantastique.

 2. Other like Gentlemen.

 Prouost.

 Thomas. 2. Friers.

 Peter.

 Elbow, a simple Constable.

 Froth, a foolish Gentleman.

 Clowne.

 Abhorson, an Executioner.

 Barnardine, a dissolute prisoner.

 Isabella, sister to Claudio.

 Mariana, betrothed to Angelo.

 Iuliet, beloued of Claudio.

 Francisca, a Nun.

 Mistris Ouer-don, a Bawd.



FINIS. MEASVRE, For Measure.

