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Peter and ISABELLA come forward. F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel
0, worthy duke,
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: She hath been a suitor to me for her brother, Cut off by course of justice. Isab.
By course of justice ! : Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange.
Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak: That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange ? That Angelo's a murderer; is't not strange? That Angelo is an adulterous thief, An hypocrite, a virgin-violator ; Is it not strange, and strange? VOL, II.
Nay, it is ten times strange. Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo, Than this is all as true as it is strange : Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth To the end of reckoning. Duke.
Away with her :-Poor soul, She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st
By mine honesty,
O, gracious duke,
Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason.—What would you
Isab, I am the sister of one Claudio, Condemned
the act of fornication
That's I, an't like your grace:
That's he, indeed.
No, my good lord;
I wish you now then;
Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong
I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Pardon it The phrase is to the matter.
1 Duke. Mended again : the matter ;-Proceed.
Isab. In brief,—to set the needless process by,
This is most likely!
what thou speak'st;
And is this all ?
Keep me in patience; and, with ripen’d time,
Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone !-- An officer ! To prison with her :-Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so near us? This needs must be a practice. -Who knew of your intent, and coming hither ? Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Duke. A ghostly father, belike :- Who knows that
Lodowick ? Lucio. My lord, I know him ; 'tis a medling friar; I do not like the man : had he been lay, my lord, For certain words he spake against your grace In your retirement, I had swing'd him soundly. Duke. Words against me? This' a good friar, be
like! And to set on this wretched woman bere Against our substitute !-Let this friar be found.
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar I saw them at the prison : a saucy friar, A very scurvy
fellow. F. Peter.
Blessed be your royal grace! I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Your royal ear abus'd : First, hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute; Who is as free from touch or soil with her, As she from one ungot.