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Claud. Unhappily, even so. And the new deputy now for the duke, Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness; Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur: Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his eminence that fills it up, I staggerin :- But this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties, Which have, like uuscour'd armour, hung by the wall So long, that nineteen zodiacks have gone round, And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me:-'tis surely for a name.
Lucio. I warrant it is: and thy head stands so ticklet on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him.
Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. I pr’ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service: This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her approbationi: Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him ; I have great hope in that: for in her youth There is a proneg and speechless dialect, Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse.
Lucio. I pray she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition; as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.
* Yearly circles. + Ticklish.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
Duke. No; holy father; throw away that thought: Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom* : why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled thau the aims and ends Of burning youth. Fri.
May your grace speak of it?
Fri. Gladly, my lord.
laws (The needful bits and curbs for head-strong steeds), Which for these fourteen years we have let sleep; Even like an over-grown lion in a cave,
• Completely armed.
Showy dress resides,
That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers
It rested in your grace
I do fear, too dreadful:
father, I have on Angelo impos'd the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the sight, To do it slander: and to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr’ythee, Supply me with the habit, and instruct me How I may formally in person bear me Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, At our more leisure shall I render you; Only, this one-Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guardt with envy; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Enter Isabella and Francisca. Isab. And have you runs no further privileges ? Fran. Are pot these large enough?
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more;
Lucio. Ho! peace be in this place! [Within.
Who's that which calls?
[Erit Francisca. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls?
Isab. Wby her unhappy brother? let me ask;
you: Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Isab. Woe me! For what?
Isab. Sir, make me not your story*.
It is true.
Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.
She it is.
This is the point.
. Do not make a jest of me.
I Breeding plenty.