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Ay, but yet Escal. How know you that? Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest!? before hea. Than fall, and bruise to death: alas! this gentleman, ven and your honour,-.. Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Escal. How! thy wife? Let but your honour' know!
Elb. Ay, sir; whom, i thank heaven, is an (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,)
honest woman,That, in the working of your own affections, Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ? Had time coher'da with place, or place with wishing, Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well Or that the resolute acting of
as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Whether you had not sometime in your life Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had And pull’d the law upon you.
been a woman cardinally given, might have been Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliAnother thing to fall. I not deny,
ness there. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
Escal. By the woman's means ? May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means : Guiltier than him they try: what's open made to but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. justice,
Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. That justice seizes. What know the laws, Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very preg- honourable man, prove it. nant,
Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,
(To Angelo. Because we see it ; but what we do not see, Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longWe tread upon, and never think of it.
ing (saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd You may not so extenuate his offence,
prunes : sir, we had but two in the house, which at Fors I have had such faults; but rather tell me, that very distant time stood, as
were, in a fruitWhen I, that censure him, do so offend, dish, a dish of some three-pence: your honours hare Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but And nothing come in partial. Sir, he inust die. very good dishes. Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Ang.
Where is the provost ? Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are thereProv. Here, if it like your honour.
fore in the right : but, to the point : as I say, this Ang.
See that Claudio mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and beBe executed by nine to-morrow morning :
ing great belly'd, ar.d longing, as I said, for prunes; Bring him his confessor, let him be prepard; and having but two in the dish, as I said, master For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage." (Er. Prov. Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; us all!
--for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: you three-pence again. Some run from brakes? of vice, and answer none; Froth. No, indeed. And some condemned for a fault alone.
Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be re
member'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, &c.
prunes. Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good
Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. people in a common weal,' that do nothing but use
Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you their abuses in common houses, I know no law; be remember'd, that such a one, and such'a one, bring them away.
were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and kept very good diet, as I told you. what's the matter?
Froth. All this is true. Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor
Clo. Why, very well then. duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do
Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the pur lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before pose.--What was done to Elbow's wife, that he your good honour two notorious benefactors.
hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was
done to her. Ang. Benefactors ? Well; what benefactors are they ? are they not malefactors ?
Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well
Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not. what they are: but precise villains they are, that I
Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your hoam sure of; and void of all profanation’in the nour's leave: and I beseech you, look into master world, that good Christians ought to have.
Froth here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year; Escal
. This comes off well;' here's a wise officer. whose father died at Hallowmas :-Was't not al Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow Hallowmas, master Froth ?
Froth. All-hollond 13 eve. is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow ? Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.
Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths. Ang. What are you, sir ?
he, sir, sitting, as I say, in a loweri4 chair, sir; Elb. He, sir ? a tapster, sir; parcelio-bawd; one
'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was,
have a delight to sit: have you not ?
Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she professes! a hot-house, which, I think, is a
and good for winter. very ill house too.
(1) Examine. (2) Suted. (3) Pass judgment. (9) Well told. (10) Partly: (11) Keeps a bagnio. (4) Plain.
(5) Because. (6) Sentence. (12) For protest. (13) Eve of AU Saints day. (7) Thickest, thorny paths of vice. (8) Wealth. (14) Easy.
Clo. Whr, very well then;-I hope here bei Clo. Mistress Over-done. truths.
Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband ? Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, Cio. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave, Escal. Nine!--Come hither to me, master Froth. And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted Doping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. with tapsiers, they will draw you, master Froth, Escal. I think no less : good morrow to your and you will hang them: get you gone, and let lordship.
[Exit Angelo. me hear no more of you. Yow, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own wife, once more?
part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her but I am drawn in. once.
Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: fareElb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man well. [Erit Froth.)-Come you hither to me, did to my wife ?
master tapster; what's your name, master tapster! Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me.
Clo. Pompey. Escal. Well, sir : what did this gentleman to her? Escal. What else?
Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Bum, sir. fice :-Good master Froth, look upon his honour; Escal. "Troth, and your bum is the greatest
is for a good purpose : doth your honour mark thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you his face?
are Pompey the great. 'Pompey, you are partly a Escal. Ay, sir, very well.
bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall Escal. Well, I do so.
be the better for you. Clo. Do your honour see any harm in his face? Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Escal. Why, no.
live. Clo. I'll be suppos'd' upon a book, his face is Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being the worst thing about him: good then ; if his face a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pombe the worst thing about him, how could master pey ? is it a lawful trade? froth do the constable's wife any harm ? I would Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. know that of your honour.
Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. vou to it?
Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a re- all the youth in the city ? spected house ; next, this is a respected fellow; Escal. No, Pompey. and his mistress is a respected woman.
Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more to't then : if your worship will take order for the respected person than any of us all.
drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked var- bawds. let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever re Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can spected with man, woman, or child.
tell you: it is but heading and hanging. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that married with her.
way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to Escal. Which is the wiser here? justice, or ini- give out a commission for more heads. If this law quity ?? Is this true?
hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wick- in it, after three-pence'a bay: if you live to see ed Hannibal !) I respected with her, before I was this come to pass, say Pompey told you so, married to her ? If ever I was respected with her, Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in reor she with me, let not your worship think me the quital of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you, poor duke's officer:-Prove this, thou wicked Han- let me not find you before me again upon any comnibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you
Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, might have your action of slander too.
and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealElb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: ing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this what is't your worship's pleasure I should do with time Pompey, fare you well. this wicked caitiff?
Clo. I thank your worship for your good counEscal. Truly, officer, because he hath some of- sel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune fences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou shall better determine. couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade; know'st what they are.
The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Er. E!b. Marry, I thank your worship for it:--thou Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come spest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon hither, master Constable. How long have you thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou been in this place of constable ? art to continue.
Elb. Seven years and a half, sir. Esca!. Where were vou born, friend? [To Froth. Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, Froth. Here, in Vienna, sir.
you had continued in it some time: You say, seven Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year?
years together? Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.
Elb. And a half, sir. Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir ?
Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you !
[To the Clown. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Aro Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's tapster. there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Escal. Your mistress's name?
Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters :
(1, Deposed, sworn.
(2) Constable or Clown.)
(3) For cannibal.
as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for For which I must not plead, but that I am
thein; 1 do it for some piece of money, and go At war, 'twixt will, and will not. through with all.
Well; the matter? Escal. Look you, bring me in the names off. Isab. I have a brother is condemn' to die : some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Elb. To your worship's house, sir ?
And not my brother, Escal. To my house: Fare you well. (Exit Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you?
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it' Just. Eleven, sir.
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. Mine were the very cypher of a function, Just. I humbly thank you.
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ; And let go by the actor. But there's no remedy.
O just, but severe law! Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! Escal. It is but needsul :
(Retiring. Mercy is not itself, that of looks so :
Lucio. [To Isab.) Give't not o'er so: to him Pardon is still the nurse of second wo:
again, entreat him; But yet,--Poor Claudio!- There's no remedy.
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Come, sir.
[Exeunt. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it : SCENE II.-Another room in the same. Enter To him, I say. Provost and a Servant.
Isab. Must he needs die?
Ang. Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come
Maiden, no remedy.
Isab. Yes ; I do think that you might pardon him, straight. I'll tell him of you.
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do't. Prov. Pray you, do. (Exit Servant.) I'll know
Isab. His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas,
But can you, if you would ? He hath but as offended in a dream !
Ang. Look, what I will not, that'I cannot do. All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he
Isab. But might you do's, and do the world no To die for it!
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse! Enter Angelo.
As mine is to him ?
Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.
[To Isabella. Pror. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not
Isab. Too late? why, no; 1, that do speak a word, order?
May call it back again: Well believe this, Why dost thou ask again ?
No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Prov.
Lest I might be too rash: Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under your good correction, I have seen,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace,
As mercy does. If he had been as you,
let that be mine ; But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spar'd.
Ang. Pray you, begone. Prov. I crave your honour's pardon:- And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ?
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, She's very near her hour. Ang.
Dispose of her
And what a prisoner. To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. (Aside
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.
Alas! alas! Desires access to you. Ang. Hath he a sister ?
And He that might the vantage best have took, Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, Found out the remedy: How would you be, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should ji not already.
But judge you as you are ? o, think on that ; Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Ex. Serv. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, See you the fornicatress be remov'd;
Like man new made. Let her have needful, but not lavish, means ;
Be you content, fair maid. There shall be order for it.
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him ;--He must die to-mor-
spare him : Isab. I am a wosul suitor to your honour, He's not prepard for death! Even for our kitchens Please but your honour hear me.
We kill the fowl of season ;) shall we serve heaven Ang.
Well; what's your suit? With less respect than we do minister Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; Who is it that hath died for this offence ? (1) Pity. (2) Be assured.
(3) When in season.
There's many have committed it.
Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Lucio.
Ay, well said.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, hath slept:
As fancy values them; but with true prayers, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, If the first man that did the edict infringe, Ere sun-rise ; prayers from preserved' souls, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, To nothing temporal. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Ang.
Well; come to me (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, To-morrow. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. (.Aside to Isab. Are now to have no successive degrees,
Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! But, where they live, to end.
Amen: for I Isab.
Yet show some pity. Am that way going to temptation, (Aside. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Where prayers cross. For then I pity those I do not know,
At what hour to-morrow Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Shall I attend your lordship? And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Ang.
At any time 'fore noon. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;
Isab. Save your honour! [Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro. Your brother dies to-morrow: be content. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What's this ? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? sentence:
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
Do, as the carrion docs, not as the flower,
That's well said. Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Isab. Could great men thunder
That modesty may more betray our sense As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground For every pelting' petty officer,
enough, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, thunder.
And pitch our evils there?: O, fie, fie, fie! Merciful heaven!
What dost thou ? or what art ihou, Angelo? Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarleda oak, That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Than the soft myrtle:-0, but man, proud man! Thieves for their robbery have authority, Drest in a little brief authority;
When judges steal themselves. What? do' I love her, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
That I desire to hear her speak again, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,
And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, He's coming, I perceive't.
With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Pror.
Pray heaven, she win him! Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd how. But, in less, foul profanation.
(Erit. Lacio. Thou art in the right, girl ; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, SCENE III.-A room in a prison. Enter Duke, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
habited like a Friar, and Provost. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?
Duke. Hail to you, provost ; so, I think you are. Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good Hath yet a kind of medicine in itsell,
friar? That skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless d Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know
order, That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
I come to visit the afflicted spirits A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Here in the prison : do me the common right Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
To let me see them ; and to make me know Against my brother's life.
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Ang.
She speaks, and 'tis
To them accordingly. Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. -Fare
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were
needful. you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Enter Juliet. Ang. I will bethink me: -Come again to-morrow.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, who falling in the flames of her own youth; turn back.
Hath blister'd her report : She is with child; Ang. How! bribe me?
And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
Than die for this.
When mus: he die ?
(5) See 2 Kings, x. 27.
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, I have provided for you; stay awhile. (To Juliet. Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness And you shall be conducted."
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Must needs appear offence. Juliet. I do; and hear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your
Enter Isabella. conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound,
fair maid ? Or hollowly put on.
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Ang. That you might know it, would much Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?
better please me, Juliel. Yes, as I lov'd the woman that wrong'a Than to demand what’tis. Your brother cannot live. him.
Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour! Duke. So then, it seems, your most offencesul act
(Retiring. Was mutually coinmitted ?
Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and, it may be, Juliet.
As long as you, or I: Yet he must die,
Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his ieprieve, repent,
Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good heaven;
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image,
Falsely to take away a life true made, Duke.
As to put mettle in restrained means, Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
To make a false one. And I am going with instruction to him.
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Grace go with you! Benedicite !
[Exil....AngSay you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Juliet. Musť die to-morrow! O, injurious love, which had you rather, That the most just law That respites me a life, whose very comfort Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Is still a dying horror!
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Ereunt. As she that he haih stain'd ?
Sir, believe this, SCENE IV. Aroom in Angelo's house. Enter I had rather give my body than my soul. Angelo.
Ang. I talk not of your soul : Our compell’d sins
Stand more for number than accompt. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Isab.
How say you? pray
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Might there not be a charity in sin,
Please you to do't. Is like a good thing, being often read,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul, Grown feard and tedious; yea, my gravity, It is no sin at all, but charity. Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Were equal poize of sin and charity. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood: To have it added to the faults of mine, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, And nothing of your, answer. 'Tis not the devil's crest.
Nay, but hear me:
Your sense pursuespotmine: either you arcignoranı, Enter Servant.
Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, How now, who's there? Sero, One Isabel, a sister,
But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Desires access to you.
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Ang. Teach her the way. (Er. Serv. Proclaim an enshields beauty ten times louder ( heavens !
Than beauty could displayed.—But mark me; Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; To be receiv'd plain, I'll speak more gross : Making both it unable for itself,
Your brother is to die. And dispossessing all the other parts
Isab. So. Of necessary fitness ?
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; Accountant to the law upon that pain. Come all to help him, and so stop the air
Isab. True. By which he should revive: and even so
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life (1) Spare to offend heaven. (2) Profit. (3) Outside, (4) People.
(5) Enshielded, covered. ! ; Penalty.