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Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble,
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.
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,
: : Come hither, Mariana:Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?
Ang. I was, my lord.
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:
Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid,
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,
Isab. ... I do, my lord.
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,
denies thee vantage:] The denial of which will avail thee
And choke your good to come: for his possessions,
O, my dear lord,
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.
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.
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
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; .