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Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble,
Till it o'er-run the stew: laws, for all faults;
But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,
As much in mock as mark.
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?

Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of . the duke.

Lucio. O, 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.

Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.

Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal:

S Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,] These forfeits, which were customary formerly, were as much in mock as mark, both because the barber had no authority of himself to enforce them, and also as they were of a ludicrous nature. I perfectly remember to have seen them in Devonshire, (printed like King Charles's Rules,) though I cannot recollect the contents. Henley.

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 friarand you Must have a word anon:-lay hold on him.

Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; sit you down.

[To ESCALUS. We'll borrow place of him:-Sir, by your leave:

TTO ANGELO. Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can do thee office?" If thou hast; Rely upon it till my tale be heard, . And hold no longer out. Ang.

O my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, To think I can be undiscernible, When I perceive, your grace, like power divine, Hath look'd upon my passes: Then, good prince,

9 - those giglots too,] A giglot is a wanton wench.

can do thee office?] i. e. do thee service. STEEVENS. , 2 my passes :] i. e. what has past in my administration. VOL. II.

No longer session hold upon my shame,
But let my trial be mine own confession;
Immediate sentence then, and sequent death,
Is all the grace I beg.
Duke.

: : Come hither, Mariana:Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?

Ang. I was, my lord.
Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her in-

stantly. Do you the office, 'friar; which consummate, Return him here again :-Go with him, Provost.

[Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER,

and Provost. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis: honour, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke.

Come hither, Isabel: Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Advertising, and holy3 to your business, Not changing heart with habit, I am still Attorney'd at your service. Isab.

O, give me pardon, That I, your vassal, have employ'd' and pain'd Your unknown sovereignty. Duke.

You are pardon'd, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.4
Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart;
And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself,
Labouring to save his life; and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power,

Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain'd my purpose: But, peace be with him!

3 Adrértising, and holy-] Attentive and faithful. 4 be you as free to us.] Be as generous to us. 5 Make rash remonstrance] i. e, a premature discovery.

That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, Peter, and Provost.

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 ! of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, Thereon dependent, for your brother's life, The very, mercy of the law cries out Most audible, even from his proper tongue, An Angelo for Claudio, death for death. Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested; Which though thou would'st : deny, denies thee

vantage: We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like

haste; Away with him.

Mari. . O, my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband !
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a

husband:
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life,

O nothing.

denies thee vantage:] The denial of which will avail thee

And choke your good to come: for his possessions,
Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.
Mari.

O, my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.

Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle, my liege,- . [Kneeling.
Duke.

You do but lose your labour; Away with him to death.—Now, sir, (To Lucio.]

to you. Mari. O, my good lord !--Sweet Isabel, take my

part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I'll lend you, all my life to do you service.

Duke. Against all sense you do importune her: Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, And take her hence in horror. Mari.

Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
0, Isabel! will you not lend a knee?

Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
Isab.

Most bounteous sir,

[Kneeling Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, As if my brother liv'd: I partly think, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Till he did look on me; since it is so, Let him not die: My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died: For Angelo, His act did not o'ertake his bad intent; .

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