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Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne :-
Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak : Look, you speak justly.
Duke. Boldly, at least :-But, 0, poor souls,
Lucio. This is the rascal ; this is he I spoke of.
Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar!
Duke. Be not so hot ; the duke
Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison.
Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior Lucio: Is this the man that you did tell us of ? Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord.—Come hither, goodman
bald-pate : Do you know me?  Barber's shops were, at all times, the resort of idle people :
“ Tonstrina erat quædam : hic solebamus fere
Plerumque eam upperiri"which Donatus calls apta sedes otiosis. Formerly with us, the better sort of people went to the barber's shop to be trimmed ; who then practised the under parts of surgery: so that he had occasion for numerous instruments, which iay there ready for use ; and the idle people, with whom his shop was generally crowded, would be perpetually handling and misusing them. dy which, I suppose there was placed up against the wall a table of forfeit. ures, adapted to every offence of this kind; which, it is not likely, would long preserve its authority. WARBURTON.
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
Lucio. (, 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 flesh-monger, 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 him ; 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.
after his treasonable abuses.
Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal:-Away with him to prison :- Where is the provost ? --Away with him to prison ; lay bolts enough upon him : let him speak no more :- Away with those giglots too, and with the other confederate companion.
[The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Duke. Stay, sir ; stay a while. Ang. What ! resists he? Help him, Lucio.
Lucio. Come, sir ; come, 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 an 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.
Ang. O my dread lord,
When I perceive, your grace, like power divine,
Duke. Come hither, Mariana :-
Ang. I was, my lord.
Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly:Do you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again :-Go with him, Provost.
[Exe. ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and Provost. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour, Than at the strangeness of it.
Duke. Come hither, Isabel :
Isab. O, give me pardon,
Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel :
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 òf sacred chastity, and of promise-breach,
Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,)
Mari. 0, 'my most gracious lord,
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband;
might reproach your life,
Mari. O, my dear lord,
Duke. Never crave him: we are definitive.
Mari. O, my good lord :-Sweet Isabel, take my part,
Duke. Against all sense you do importune her:
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
[Kneeling Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d,
As if my brother liv'd: I partly think,
Mari. Merely, my lord.
Duke. Your suit's unprofitable ; stand up, I say.-
Prov. It was commanded so.
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office :
Prov. Pardon me, noble lord :
Duke. What's he?
A due sincerity govern'd his deeds
Let him not die.
Angelo's crimes were such as must sufficiently justify punishment, wheth. er its end be to secure the innocent from wrong, or to deter guilt by exam. ple ; and I believe every reader feels some indignation when he finds him spared. From what extenuation of his crime can Isabel, who yet supposes her brother dead, form any plea in his favour? Since he was good till he look. ed on me, let him not die.
I am afraid our varlet poet intended to inculcate, that women think ill of nothing that raises the credit of their beauty, and are ready, however virtuous, to pardon any act which they think incited by their own charms. JOHNSON
It is evident abel condescends to Mariana's importunate solicitation with great reluctance. Bad as her argument might be, it is the best that the guilt of Angelo would admit. The sacrifice that she mak+s of her revenge to her friendship scarcely merits to be considered in so harsh a light.