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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, belike!

And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute!-Let this friar be found.
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that

I saw them at the prison: a sawcy 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 ungol.

Duke. We did believe no less. Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of?

F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and

Not scurvy, nor a temporary medler,
As he's reported by this gentleman;
And, on my trust, a man, that never yet
Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
Lucio. My lord, most villainously; believe it.
F. Peter. Well, he in time may come to clear

But at this instant he is sick, my lord,
Of a strange fever: Upon his merc request,
(Being come to knowledge that there was com-


Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither, To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know

Is truc, and false; and what he with his oath, And all probation, will make up full clear, Whensoever he's convented. First, for this


(To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accus'd,)
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.


Good friar, let's hear it. [Isabella is carried off, guarded; and Mariana comes forward.

Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo?-
O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools!-
Give us some seats.-Come, cousin Angelo;
In this I'll be impartial; be you judge

Of your own cause.-
-Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face; and, after, speak.
Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my

What, are you married?

Until my husband bid me.
Mari. No, my lord.


Are you a maid?

No, my lord.

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Are nothing then :-Neither maid, widow, nor wife?

Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.

Duke. Silence that fellow: I would, he had

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Though they would swear down each particular saint,

Were testimonies against his worth and credit, That's seal'd in approbation?-You, lord Escalus,

Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd.-
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.

F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord;
for he, indeed,

Hath set the women on to this complaint: Your provost knows the place where he abides, And he may fetch him.

Duke. Go, do it instantly. [Erit Provost. And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, Do with your injuries as seems you best, In any chastisement: I for a while Will leave you; but stir not you, till you have well



these slanderers.

Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly. [Erit Duke.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew that fríar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?

Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of the duke.

Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce then against him: we shall find this friar a notable fellow.

Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again; [To an Attendant.] I would speak with her:

Lucio. Mum.

Escal. Come, sir: Did you set these women to slander lord Angelo? they have confess'd you did. Duke. 'Tis false,

Escal. How! know you where you are?
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let

the devil

Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne:Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.

Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak :

Look, you speak justly.

Duke. Boldly, at least:-But, O, poor souls,

Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke's

Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain's mouth,
Which here you come to accuse.

Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhal-
low'd friar!

Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women
To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth,
And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain?

And then to glance from him to the duke himself;

To tax him with injustice?-Take him hence; To the rack with him:-We'll touze you joint by joint,

But we will know this purpose:-What! unjust?
Duke. Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he
Dare rack his own; his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial: My business in this state
Made me a looker-on here in Vienna,
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 sta- When I perceive, your grace, like power divine,


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

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:-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.

Hath look'd upon my passes: Then, good prince,
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.
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-

Do you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again:-Go with him, Provost, [Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter and


Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis-
Than at the strangeness of it.
Come hither, Isabel:
Your friar is now your prince: As I was then
Advertising, and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney'd at your service.
O, give me pardon,
That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd
Your unknown sovereignty.

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

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

[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-So happy is your brother.
biting face, and be hang'd an hour! Will't
not off?

That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that, which lives to fear: make it your

[Pulls off the Friar's hood, and dis-
covers 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 friar

and 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:
[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.

0 my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,


Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, Peter, and


I do, my lord.
Duke. For this new-married man, approach-
ing 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

(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 lei-


Like doth quit like, and Measure still for

Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested;

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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

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

And choke your good to come: for his pos-

Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.


O, my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle, my liege,- [Kneeling.
You do but lose your labour;
Away with him to death.-Now, sir, [To Lucio.]
to you.

Mari. Ŏ, my good lord!-Sweet Isabel, take
my part;

Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
I'll lend all my
life to do service.
Duke. Against all sense you do impórtune



Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.


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

For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O, Isabel! will you not lend a knee?
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
Most bounteous sir,
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;
And must be buried but as an intent,

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Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
[Exit Provost.
Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood,
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
Re-enter Provost, BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO, and

Duke. Which is that Barnardine?

This, my lord.
Duke. There was a friar told me of this


Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt con-

But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee, take this mercy to provide
For better times to come:- -Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand.-What muffled fel-
low's that?

Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, That should have died when Claudio lost his head;

As like almost to Claudio, as himself.

[Unmuffles Claudio. Duke. If he be like your brother, [To Isabella.] for his sake

Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand, and say you will be mine,
He is my brother too: But fitter time for that.
By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe;

That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no sub- Methinks, I see a quick'ning in his eye:


Intents but merely thoughts.

Merely, my lord.
Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I

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Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look, that you love your wife; her worth, worth

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Wherein have I so deserved of you, That you extol me thus?

Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick; If you will hang me for it, you may, but I had rather it would please you, I might be whipp'd.

Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after. Proclaim it, provost, round about the city; If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, (As I have heard him swear himself, there's one Whom he begot with child,) let her appear, And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish'd, Let him be whipp'd and hang'd,

Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore! Your highness said even now, I made you a duke; good my lord, do not recompense me, in making me a cuckold. Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry


Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits:-Take him to prison:
And see our pleasure herein executed.

Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging.

Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you re


Joy to you, Mariana!-love her, Angelo;
I have confess'd her, and I know her virtuc.-
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much

There's more behind, that is more gratulate,
Thanks, Provost, for thy care, and secrecy;
We shall employ thee in a worthier place:-
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's;
The offence pardons itself.-Dear Isabel,
have a motion, much imports your good;
Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline,
What's mine is your's, and what is yours is



So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. [Exeunt.

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