And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,

And general honor.

Isab.

I am directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give:
"Tis that he sent me of the duke's return:
Say, by this token, I desire his company

At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause and yours
I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you
Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self,
I am combined by a sacred vow,

And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter;
Command these fretting waters from your eyes
With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
If I pervert your course. - Who's here?

Lucio.

Enter LUCIO.

Friar, where is the provost?
Duke.

Good even!

Not within, sir. Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient: I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to't; but they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived. [Exit ISABELLA. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do; he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.

Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well. Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.

Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child. Duke. Did you such a thing?

Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar. Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: rest you

well.

Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it; nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House.

Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS.

Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray Heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! and why meet him at the gates, and redeliver our authorities there?

Escal. I guess not.

Ang. And why should we proclaim it an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?

Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.

Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house: Give notice to such men of sort and suit,

As are to meet him.

Escal.

I shall, sir: fare you well. [Exit. Ang. Good night.

This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant,
And dull to all proceeding. A deflowered maid!
And by an eminent body, that enforced

The law against it!-But that her tender shame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,

How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her?
For my authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch,

no:

But it confounds the breather. He should have lived!
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge,
By so receiving a dishonored life,

With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet he had lived!
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,

Nothing goes right; we would and we would not. [Exit.

SCENE V. Fields without the Town.

Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar PETER. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.

[Giving letters The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. The matter being afoot, keep your ir ruction, And hold you ever to our special dritt;

Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house,
And tell him where I stay: give the like notice
To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
But send me Flavius first.

F. Peter.

It shall be speeded well.

[Exit Friar

Enter VARRIUS.

Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste: Come, we will walk: there's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Street near the City Gate.

Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.

Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath;
I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
That is your part: yet I'm advised to do it;
He says, to 'vailful purpose.

Mari.

Be ruled by him.
Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse side,

I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, friar Peter

Isab.

O, peace; the friar is come.

Enter Friar PETER.

F. Peer. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have such vantage on the duke,

He shall not pass you: twice have the trumpets sounded; The generous and the gravest citizens

Have hent the gates, and very near upon

The duke is entering; therefore, hence, away. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. A public Place near the City Gate.

MARIANA (veiled), ISABELLA, and PETER, at a distance Enter, at opposite doors, Duke, VARRIUS, Lords; Angelo ESCALUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.

Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met: Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal grace! Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. We have made inquiry of you; and we hear Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.

Ang.

You make my bonds still greater Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it, To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,

When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of oblivion: give me your hand,
And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within.-Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.

PETER and ISABELLA come forward.

F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel before him.

Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard,

Upon a wronged, I'd fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonor not your eye

By throwing it on any other object,

Till you have heard me in my true complaint,

And given me, justice, justice, justice, justice!

Duke. Relate your wrongs: In what? By whom? Be

brief:

Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice!

Reveal yourself to him.

Isab.

O, worthy duke,

You bid me seek redemption of the devil:

Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak

Must either punish me, not being believed,

Or wring redress from you; hear me, O, hear me, here