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life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.'
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
May your grace speak of it?
Fri. Gladly, my lord.
o Believe not that the dribbling dart,] A dribber, in archery, was a term of contempt. - the life remov’d;] i. e. a life of retirement.
witless bravery ---] Bravery, or showy dress.
Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting
It rested in your gracę
I do fear, too dreadful : Şith twas my fault to give the people scope, "Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them : For what I bid them do : For we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass, And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my
father, I have on Angelo impos'd the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the sight, To do it slander: And to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people ; therefore, I pr’ythee, Supply me with the habit, and instruct me How I may formally in person bear me Like a true friar. More reasons for this action,
At our more leisure shall I render you;
Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA.
Isab. Yes, truly : I speak not as desiring more ;
Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within.
Who's that which calls ?
men, But in the presence of the prioress : Then, if you speak, you must not show your face ; Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you, answer him.
[Exit FRANCISCA. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls ?
Enter Lucio Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek.: roses
4 Stands at a guard --] Stands on his defence.
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me,
Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask ;
Isab. Woe me! For what?
Isab. Sir, make me not your story.. · Lucio.
It is true. I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest, Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so : I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted ; By your renouncement, an immortal spirit ; And to be talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint. · Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking
me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth,
'tis thus :
5- make me not your story.] Perhaps, Do not divert yourself with me, as you would with a story; but Mr. MALONE thinks we ought to read, Sir, mock me not :-your story.
o 'tis my fainiliar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing,] The modern editors have not taken in the whole similitude here: they have taken notice of the lightness of a spark's behaviour to his mistress, and compared it to the lapaing's hovering and fluttering as it flies. But the chief, of which no notice is taken, is," and to jest." (See Ray's Proverbs.] “ The lapwing cries, tongue far from heart;" i. e. most farthest from the nest.
Your brother and his lover have, embrac'd :
She it is.
This is the point.
? To teeming foison;] Foison is plenty.
In hand, and hope of action :) To bear in hand is a common. phrase for to keep in expectation and dependance; but we should read : : - with hope of action. JOHNSON.
- to give fear to use -- ] To intimidate use, that is, practices long countenanced by custom.