Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Enter Ifabella and Mariana, Ifab. To fpeak fo indirectly I am loth: I'd say the truth; but to accufe him so, That is your part; yet I'm advis'd to do it, He fays 'to 'vailful purpofe. Mari. Be rul'd by him. Ifab. Befides, he tells me, that if peradventure I fhould not think it ftrange; for 'tis a phyfick Mari. I would Friar Peter Ifab. Oh, peace; the Friar is come. Enter Peter. [Exeunt Peter. Come, I have found you out a ftand moft fit, Where you may have fuch vantage on the Duke, He shall not pass you. Twice have the trumpets founded: The generous and graveft citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away. [Exeunt. 5 to vail full... old edit. Theob, emend. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. The STREET. Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Efcalus, Lucio, and Citizens, at feveral doors. M DUKE. Y very worthy coufin, fairly met; Our old and faithful friend, we're glad to see you. Ang. and Efc. Happy return be to your royal Grace! Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both: We've made enquiry of you, and we hear Such goodness of your juftice, that our foul Cannot but yield you forth to publick thanks, Forerunning more requital. Ang. You make my bonds ftill greater. Duke. Oh, your defert fpeaks loud, and I fhould wrong it To lock it in the wards of covert bofom, When it deferves with characters of brafs A forted refidence, 'gainst the tooth of time, And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand And let the fubjects fee, to make them know That outward courtefies would fain proclaim Favours that keep within. Come, Efcalus, You must walk by us on our other hand; And good fupporters are you. Peter. Now is your time: fpeak loud and kneel before him. Ifab. Juftice, O royal Duke! vail your regard Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have faid, a maid: VOL. I. "Bb Oh Oh worthy prince, difhonour not your eye 'Till you have heard me in my true complaint, And give me juftice, juftice, juftice, juftice. Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be brief: Here is lord Angelo fhall give you justice: Reveal your felf to him. Ifab. Oh worthy Duke, You bid me feck redemption of the devil: Ifab. Course of justice! Ang. And the will fpeak moft bitterly, and ftrange. Ifab. Moft ftrange but yet most truly will I speak; That Angelo's forfworn: is it not strange? That Angelo's a murth'rer: is't not strange? That Angelo is an adult'rous thief, An hypocrite, a virgin-violater: Duke. Nay, ten times strange. Than this is all as true as it is ftrange: Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth To th' end of reckoning. Duke. Away with her: poor foul, She fpeaks this in th' infirmity of fenfe. Ifab. Oh, I conjure thee, Prince, as thou believ't There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madnefs. Make not impoffible . In In all his dreffings, caracts, titles, forms, Duke. By mine honour, If fhe be mad, as I believe no other, Ifab. Gracious Duke, Harp not on that; and do not banish reason Serve to make truth appear where it seems hid, Duke. Many 7 'not mad` Have fure more lack of reafon. What would you say? To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo: Was fent to by my brother; 'one Lucio being Lucio. That's I, an't like your Grace: I came to her from Claudio, and defir'd her To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo, Ifab. That's he indeed. Duke. You were not bid to speak. [To Lucio. Lucio. No, my good lord, nor wish'd to hold my peace. Duke. I wish you now then; Pray you, take note of it: and when you have A business for your self, pray heav'n you then Be perfect. Lucio. I warrant your honour, Sir. Duke. The warrant's for your felf; "'be fure take heed to't.) Bb 2 Duke, 6 honesty, 7 that are not mad 8 one Lucio 9 take heed to't. Duke. It may be right, but you are in the wrong To fpeak before your time. Proceed. Ifab. I went To this pernicious caitiff Deputy, Duke. That's fomewhat madly spoken, The phrafe is to the matter. I Duke. Mend again: the matter then; proceed.` Duke. This is most likely! Ifab. Oh that it were as like as it is true! [thou fpeak'ft; Duke. By heav'n, fond wretch, thou know'ft not what Or elfe thou art fuborn'd against his honour In hateful practice. His integrity Stands without blemish; it imports no reason, Offended, he would have weigh'd thy brother by Some one Then oh you bleffed minifters above, Keep me in patience; and with ripen'd time, In countenance! Heav'n fhield your Grace from woe, the matter proceed. As |