Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, As much in mock as mark. 8 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 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 fleshmonger, 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: 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:- Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. down. [To ESCALUS. We'll borrow place of him:-Sir, by your leave: [To 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: 2 Then, good prince, 9 2 those giglots too,] A giglot is a wanton wench. 1 can do thee office?] i. e. do thee service. STEEVENS. my passes:] i. e. what has past in my administration. VOL. II. No longer session hold upon my shame, 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 instantly. 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 dishonour, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke. Come hither, Isabel: Your friar is now your prince: As I was then 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.* 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: O, 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! * Advertising, and holy-] Attentive and faithful. 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 (Being criminal, in double violation Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, Most audible, even from his proper tongue, We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste; Away with him. Mari. Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, 6 nothing. denies thee vantage:] The denial of which will avail thee And choke your good to come: for his possessions, To buy you a better husband. Mari. I crave no other, nor no better man. O, my dear lord, [Kneeling. Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. 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 part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come Duke. Against all sense you do impórtune 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; my Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. Most bounteous sir, [Kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, His act did not o'ertake his bad intent; |