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To call him villain?
Duke, Be not so hot; the duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Dare rack his own; his subject am I not, Nor here provincial*: My business in this state Made me a looker-on here in Vienna, Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, Till it o'er-run the stew: laws, for all faults; But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark. Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to
prison, Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior
Lucio, Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate: Do you know me?
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
Lucio, 0, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Duke. Most notedly, sir,
Lucio. Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be ?
Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of hiin; and much more, much worse.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches?
Duke, I protest I love the duke, as I love myself.
Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.
Away with him to prison :- Where is the provost?
him; let him speak no more. Away with those giglots* too, and with the other confederate companiou.
(The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while. Ang. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio.
Lucio. Come, sir; confis, sir; come, sir; foh, sir: * Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd ap hour! Will't not off?
[Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers
the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a
duke. First, provost, let me bail these gentle three :Sneak not away, sir; [To Lucio.] for the friar and
you Must have a word anon :-lay hold on him.
Lucio, This may prove worse than hanging. . Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; sit you down.
[To Escalus. We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave :
O my dread lord,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
Come hither, Mariana :-
Ang. I was, my lord.
[Ereunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his disho.
nour, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke.
Come hither, Isabel:
O, give me pardon,
Yon are pardou'd, Isabel:
Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Isab.
I do, my lord. Duke. For this new-married man, approaching
here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well-defended honour, you must pardon For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your brother (Being criminal, in double violation Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, Thereon dependent, for your brother's life), The very mercy of the law cries out Most audible, even from his proper* tongue, An Angelo for Claudio, death for death. Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested : Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee van.
tage: We do condenın thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like
haste;Away with him.
Mari. O, my most gracious lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband ! Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a hus
band: Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your life, And choke your good to come: for his possessions, Although by confiscation they are ours, We do instate and widow you withal, To buy you a better husband. Mari.
O, my dear lord, I crave no other, nor no better man.
Duke. Never crave him ; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle my liege,
You do but lose your labour: Away with him to death.-low, sir, (To Lucio.) to
you. Mari. O, my good lord !-Sweet Isabel, take my
part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I'll lend you, all my life to do you service.
Duke. Against all sense you do importune her:
Most bounteous sir,
(Kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemu'd, As if my brother liv'd: I partly think, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Till he did look on me; since it is so, Let him not die: My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died: For Angelo, His act did not o'ertake his bad intent, And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects; Intents but merely thoughts. Mari.
Merely, my lord. Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say. I have bethought me of another fault Provost, bow came it, Claudio was beheaded At an unusual hour?
+ Reason and affection,