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(As I subscribe not that, nor any other, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort:
But in the loss of question,?) that you, his sister, Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Finding yourself desir’d of such a person, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Aloud, what man thou art.
Could fetch your brother from the manacles Ang.

Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
Of the all-binding law; and that there were My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
No earthly mean to save him, but that either My vouch® against you, and my place i’ the state,
You must lay down the treasures of your body Will so your accusation overweigh,
To this supposed, or else let him suffer; That you shall stifle in your own report,
What would you do?

And smell of calumny. I have begun;
Iscb. As much for my poor brother, as myself: And now I give my sensual race the rein
That is, Were I under the terms of death, Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed

That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield By yielding up thy body to my will;
My body up to shame.

Or else he must not only die the death, Ang.

Then must your brother die. But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:

To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Better it were, a brother died at once,

Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Should die for ever.

Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence

(Exit. That you have slander'd so?

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. Ignomyin ransom, and free pardon, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, Are of two houses : lawful mercy is

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Either of condemnation or approof! Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a ty- Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; rant,

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, And rather pror'd the sliding of your brother To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : A merriment than a vice.

Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Yet hath he in him such a miod of honour, To have what we'd have, we speak not what we That had he twenty heads to tender down mean:

On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, I something do excuse the thing I hate,

Before his sister should her body stoop For his advantage that I dearly love.

To such abhorrid pollution. Ang. We are all frail.

Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab.

Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary, * but only he,

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Exit. Ang.

Nay, women are frail too. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them

selves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms.

ACT III. Women !-Help heaver! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ; SCENE I.-A room in the prison. Enter Duke For we are soft as our complexions are,

Claudio, and Provost. And credulous to false prints.e

I think it well:

Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord And from this testimony of your own sex

Angelo? (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger

Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Than faults may shake our frames, ) let me be bold; I have hope to live, and am prepard to die.

But only hope:
I do arrest your words ; Be that you are,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;

Duke. Be absolutelo for death; either death, or life If you be one (as you are well express'd

Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with By all external warrants,) show it now,

life, By putting on the destin'd livery.

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, That none but fools would

keep? a breath thou art Let me entreat you speak the former language.

(Servile to all the skiey influences,) Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; and you for him thou labour'st

' by thy flight to shun,

Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; That he shall die for it.

And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not'noble; Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. For all the accommodations that thou bear’st, Isab. I know, your virtue hath a license in't,

Are nursd by baseness : Thou art by no means Which seems a little fouler than it is,

valiant: To pluck on others.

For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Ang.

Believe me, on mine honour, of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, My words express my purpose.

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Isab. Ha little honour to be much believ'd,

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; And most pernicious purpose!-Seeming, seeming!" For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains

That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not: (1) Agree to. (2) Conversation. (3) Ignominy. (7) Hypocrisy. (8) Attestation. (9) Reluctant. (4) Associate. (5) Own. (6) Impressions. (16) Determined.

tell me,

For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; The sense of death is most in apprehension ;
And what thou hast, forget'st; Thou art not certain; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
For thy complexion shills to strange effects,' In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
After the moon: If thou art rich, ihou art poor; As when a giant dies.
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Claud.

Why give you me this shame ? Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,

Think you I can a resolution fetch
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none; From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, I will encounter darkness as a bride,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

And huy it in mine arms.
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, Isab. There spake my brother ; there my father's 1
For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, grave
nor age;

Did utter forth a voice ! Yes, thou must die : But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

Thou art too noble to conserve a life Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, Becomes as aged, and doth beg thee alms Whose settled visage and deliberate word of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Nips youth i'the head, and

follies doth enmew,' Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil; To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, His filth within being cast, he would appear That bears the name of life? Yet in this life A pond as deep as hell. Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,


The princely Angelo? That makes these odds all even.

Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, Claud.

I humbly thank you. The damnedst body to invest and cover To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;

In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on.

if I would yield him my virginity,

Thou mightest be freed?
Enter Isabella.


0, heavens ! it cannot be.

Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank Isab. What, ho! Peace here ; grace and good offence, company !

So to offend him still: This night's the time Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves that I should do what I abhor to name, a welcome.

Or else thou diest to-morrow. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.


Thou shalt not do't. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. I'd throw it down for your deliverance

Isab. O, were it but my life, Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's As frankly as a pin. your sister.


Thanks, dear Isabel. Duke. Provost, a word with you.

Isab. Be ready,Claudio, for your death to-morrow. Proo.

As many as you please. Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him, Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, conceald,

When he would force it ? Sure it is no sin ;
Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ?

Isab. Which is the least ? Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, deed;

Why, would he for the momentary trick,
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Intends you for his swift ambassador,

Be perdurablyło fined ?–0, Isabel !

Isab. What says my brother ! Where you shall be an everlasting leiger: 4


Death is a fearful thing, Therefore your best appointment make with speed;

Isab. And shamed life a hateful. To-morrow you set on.

Claud. Ay, but to do die, and go we know nui Claud. Is there no remedy?

where; Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a hcad, To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; To cleave a heart in twain.

This sensible warm motion to become Claud.

But is there any ? A kneaded cold; and the delighted spirit Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;

To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside There is a devilish mercy in the judge,

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; If you'll implore it, that will free your life,

To be imprison'd in the viewlessli winds, But fetter you till death.

And blown with restless violence round abort Claud. Perpetual durance ?

The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Though all the world's vastidity you had, To a determin'd scope.

Imagine howling !—'tis too horrible !

The wearied and most loathed worldly life,
But in what nature ?

That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't)
Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, To what we fear of death.

Can lay on nature, is a paradise
And leave you naked.

Isab. Alas! alas !
Let me know the point. Claud.

Sweet sister, let me live Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio ; and I quake

What sin you do to save a brother's life, Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, Nature dispenses with the deed so far, And six or seven winters more respect

That it becomes a virtue. Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ?


0, you beast! (1) Afsects, affections. (2) Leprous eruptions. 13) Old age. (4) Resident. (5) Preparation.

(8) Laced robes, (9) Freely. (10) Lastingly (6) Vastness of extent. (7) Shut up.

(11) Invisible.

O, faithless coward! 0, dishonest wretch! Duke. That shall not be much amiss: yet, as the Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice ? matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation ; Is't not a kind of incest, to take life

he made trial of you only.—Therefore, fasten your From thine own sister's shame? What should I ear on my advisings; to the love I have in doing think?

good, a remedy presents itself. I do make myself Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! believe, that you may most uprighteously do a poor for such a warped slip of wilderness!

wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your broNe'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance :: ther from the angry law; do no stain to your own Die ; perish! might but my bending down Igracious person; and much please the absent duke, Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed : if, peradventure, he shall ever return to have hearI'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, ing of this business, No word to save thee.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I have Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.

spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the Isab.

0, fie, fie, fie! truth of my spirit. Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade :3

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearfu.. Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: Have not you heard speak of Mariana, the sister of 'Tis best thou diest quickly.

[Going. Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea ? Claud.

O hear me, Isabella. Isab. I have leard of the lady, and good words

went with her name. Re-enler Duke.

Duke. Her should this Angelo have married; was Drike. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed : word.

between which time of the contract, and limit of the Isab. What is your will ?

solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his would by and by have some eech with you: the sister. But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own gentlewoman: there she lost a noble and renowned benefit.

brother, in his love toward her ever most kind and Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must natural; with him the portion and sinew of her forbe stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you tune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her combi. a while.

natehusband, this well-seeming Angelo. Duke. (To Claudio, aside.] Son, I have over

Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her ? heard what hath passed between you and your sis

Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of ter. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour: in few, his judgment with the disposition of natures : she, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she having the truth of honour in her, hath made him yet wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her that gracious denial which he is most glad to re- tears, is washed with them, but relents not. ceive; I am consessor to Angelo, and I know this to Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this be true; therefore prepare yourself to death: do not poor maid from the world ! What corruption in this satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: life, that it will let this man live !—But how out of to-morrow you must die ; go to your knees, and this can she avail ? make ready.

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heal : Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so and the cure of it not only saves your brother, but out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. keeps you from dishonour in doing it. Duke. Hold you there: farewell. (Ex. Claud.

Isab. Show me how, good father.

Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the Re-enter Provost.

continuance of her first affection; his unjust un. Provost, a word with you.

kindness, that in all reason should have quenched Pror. What's your will, father?

her love, hath, like an impediment in the current, Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone : made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Anleave me a while with the maid ; my mind promises gelo; answer his requiring with a plausible obediwith my habit, no loss shall touch her by my com- ence; agree with his demands to the point: only pany.

refer" yourself to this advantage,-first, that your Proo. In good time.

[Exit Provost. stay with him may not be long; that the time may Duke. The hand that hath make you fair, hath have all shadow and silence in it; and the place made you good : the goodness, that is cheap in answer to convenience: this being granted in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, course, now follows all. We shall advise this being the soul of your complexion, should keep the wronged maid to stead up your appointment, go in body of it ever fair. The assault

, that Angelo hath your place; is the encounter acknowledge itself made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my under-hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense ; standing; and, but that frailty hath examples for and here, by this, is your brother saved, your hohis falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How would nour untainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and you do to content this substitute, and to save your the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, brother?

and make fit for his attempt. If you think well to Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit rather my brother die by the law, than my son defends the deceit from reproof. What think you should be unlawfully born. But o, how much is of it? the good duke deceived in Angelo! If ever he re

Isab. The image of it gives me content already; turn, and I can speak to him, Fill open my lips and, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perin vain, or discover his government.


Duke. It lies much in your holding up: haste (1) Wildness.

(2) Refusal. (3) An established habit.

(5) Betrothed. (6) Gave her up to her sorrows (4) Continue in that resolution.

(7) Have recourse to. (8) Over-reached.

you, friar.

vou speedily to Angelo ; if for this night he entreat!, Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress ? vou to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I Procures she still ? Ha ? will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her bees, grange,' resides this dejected Mariana ; at that and she is hersell in the tub. place call upon me; and despatch with Angelo, Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it that it may be quickly.

must be so: ever your fresh whore, and your pow. Isab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well, der'd bawd: an unshunn’d consequence; it must good father.

(Exeunt severally. be so: art going to prison, Pompey ?

Clo. Yes, faith, sir. SCENE II.- The street before the prison. Enter Lucio. Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey: farewell :

Duke, as a friar; to him Elbow, Clown, and go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompes? Officers.

Or how?

Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that

Lucio. Well, then imprison him: if imprisonyou will needs buy and sell men and women like ment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and bawd is he, doubtless, and of'antiquity too; bawdwhite bastard. 2

born. Farewell, good Pompey: commend me to Duke. O, heavens! what stuff is here?

the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two now, Pompey ; you will keep the house. usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep bail. him warm; and furr'd with fox and lamb-skins Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not too, to signify, that craft, being richer than inno- the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your cency, stands for the facing.

bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your El. Come your way, sir :—Bless you, good fa- inettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey.---Bless ther friar. Duke. And you, good brother father : What

Duke. And you. ofience hath this man made you, sir ?

Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? Elb. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, Elb. Come your ways, sir; come. sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have Clo. You will not bail ine then, sir ? found upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock,' which Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.–What news we have sent to the deputy.

abroad, friar? what news? Duke. Fie, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd !

Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.
The evil that thou causest to be done,

Lucio. Go,—to kennel, Pompey, go:
That is thy means to live: do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,

(Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers.
From such a filthy vice : say to thyself, - What news, friar, of the duke?
From their abominable and beastly touches Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.

Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Rus. Canst thou believe thy living is a life,

sia ; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, So stinkingly depending ? Go, mend, go, mend. think you ?

Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir ; but Duke. I know not where: but wheresoever, I yet, sir, I would .prove

wish him well. Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to

steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he :3 Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer; never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his Correction and instruction must both work, absence; he puts transgression to't. Ere this rude beast will profit.

Duke. He does well in't. Elb, He must before the deputy, sir; he has Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would co given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a no harın in him : something too crabbed that way, whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes friar. before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand. Dike. It is too general a vice, and severity must

Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, cure it.
Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, free! Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great
Enter Lucio.

kindred; it is well ally'd: but it is impossible tu

extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking he pe Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord, 4 sir. down. They say, this Angelo was not made'lis

Clo. I spy comfort ; I cry, bail : here's a gentle man and woman, after the downright way of creaman, and a friend of mine.

tion : is it true, think you ? Lúcio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the

Duke. How should he be made then? heels of Cæsar ? Art thou led in triumph ? What,

Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him:is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made Some, that he was begot between two stock-lishes : woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the but it is certain, that when he makes water, tia pocket, and extracting it clutch'd ? What reply ? urine is congcald ice; that I know to be true: and Ha? What say'st thou to this tune, matter, and he is a motione ungenerative, that's infallible. method ? Is't not drown'd i the last rain ? Ha?

Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace. What say'st thou, trot? Is the world as it was,

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take awar words? Or how? The trick of it?

the life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, Duke. Still thus, and thus ! still worse !

have done this? Ere he would have hang'd a man

for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have (1) A solitary farm-house. (2) A sweet wine. (3) For a Spanish padlock.

(5) Powdering tub. (6) Stay at home. (4) Tied like your waist with a rope.

(7) Fashion.

(8) Puppet.

for sin,

paid for the nursing a thousand : he had some feel Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality ing of the sport; he knew the service, and that in- Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny structed him to mercy.

The whitest virtue strikes : What king so strong, Duke. I never heard the absent duke much de-Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ? tected for women ; he was not inclined that way. But who coines here?

Lucio. O, sir, you are deceived.
Dieke. 'Tis not possible.

Enter Escalus, Provost, Bawd, and Officers. Lucio. Who? not the duke ? yes, your beggar of Escal. Go, away with her to prison. fifty ;-and his use was, to put a ducat in her clack Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your hodish: the duke had crotchets in him: he would be nour is accounted a merciful man: good my lord. drunk too; that let me inform you.

Escal, Double and treble admonition, and still Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

forfeit' in the same kind ? This would make mercy Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his : a shy fellow swear, and play the tyrant. was the duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of Prov. A bawd of eleven years continuance, may his withdrawing.

it please your honour. Duke. What, I pr’ythee, might be the cause ? Bawd. My lord, this is one Lucio's information

Lucio. No,-pardon ;~tis a secret must be against me: mistress Kat Keep-down was with lock'd within the teeth and the lips; but this I can child by him in the duke' ime, he promised her let you understand,—The greater file? of the sub- marriage; his child is a year and a quarter old, ject held the duke to be wise.

come Philip and Jacob : I'have kept it myself; and Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was. see how he goes about to abuse me. Lucio. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighingo Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much license : fellow.

- let him be called before us.-Away with her to Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mis- prison: Go to; no more words. (Ereunt Bawd and taking; the very stream of his life, and the business Officers.). Provost, my brother Angelo will not be he hath helmed, must, upon a warranted need, alter'd, Claudio must die to-morrow; let him be give him a better proclamation. Let him be but furnished with divines, and have all charitable preTestimonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall paration: is my brother wrought by my pity, it appear to the envious, a scholar, a statesman, and should not be so with him. a soldier: therefore, you speak'unskilfully; or, if Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with him, your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd'in and advised him for the entertainment of death. your malice.

Escal. Good even, good father. Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him.

Duke. Bliss and goodness on you! Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and Escal. Of whence are you? knowledge with dearer love.

Duke. Not of this country, though my chance is Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.

Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know To use it for my time: I am a brother not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return of gracious order, late come from the see, (as our prayers are he may,) let me desire you to In special business from his holiness. make your answer before him: if it be honest you Escal, What news abroad i' the world ? have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: Lam Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it ; name?

novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous tó Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to be constant in any kind of course, as it is virtuous the duke

to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce Duke. He shall know you better, sir, if I may truth enough alive, to make societies secure; but live to report you.

security enough, to make fellowships accurs'd : Lucio. I fear you not.

much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. Duke, 0, you hope the duke will return no more; This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But, I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke ? indeed, I can do you little harm: you'll forswear Escal. One, that, above all other strises, contendthis again.

ed especially to know himself. Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceived in Duke. What pleasure was he given to ?

friar. But no more of this : can'st thou tell, ir Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, Claudio die to-morrow, or no?

than merry at any thing which profess'd to make Duke. Why should he die, sir ?

him rejoice; a gentleman of all temperance. Bui Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tun-dish. leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may I would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd again : prove prosperous: and let me desire to know how this ungenitur'd agent will unpeople the province you find Claudio prepared. I am made to under with continency; sparrows must not build in his stand, that you have lent him visitation. house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke Dike. He professes to have received no sinister yet would have dark deeds darkly answerd; he measures from his judge, but most willingly humwould never bring them to light: would he were bles himself to the determination of justice: yei return'd! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his untrussing. Farewell, good friar ; 1 pr’ythee, pray frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I, for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat by my good leisure, have discredited to him, and mutton on Fridays. He's now past it'; yet, and I now is he resolved to die. say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though Escal. You have paid the heavens your function, she smelt brown bread and garlic : say, that I said and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. ! so. Farewell.

[Exit. have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the ex.



(1) Suspected. (2) The majority of his subjects. 18 Inconsiderate. (4) Guided.15) Opponent.

(6) Have a wench.
18) Satisfied.

(7) Transgress,

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