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An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
Is it not strange, and strange?

Nay, 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.

Away with her ;--Poor soul, She speaks this in the infirmity of sense. Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou be

liev'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness; make not impos

sible That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impos

sible, But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,' As Angelo; even so may Angelo, In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, Be an arch-villain ; believe it, royal prince, If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, Had I more name for badness. Duke.

By mine honesty,
If she be mad, (as I believe no other,)
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.

O, gracious duke,
Harp not on that: nor do not banish reason
For inequality ;' but let your reason serve

i as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,] As shy; as reserved, as abstracted: as just ; as nice, as exact: as absolute; as complete in all the round of duty. Johnson.

do not banish reason

For inequality :) Do not suppose I am mad, because I speak · passionately and unequally. MALONE.

To make the truth appear, where it seems hid;
And hide the false, seems true.3
· Duke.

Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason.- What would you

Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio,
Condemn’d upon the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo :
I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother: One Lucio
As then the messenger ;

That's I, an't like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her
To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo,
For her poor brother's pardon,

That's he, indeed. Duke. You were not bid to speak. Lucio.

No, my good lord ; Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Duke.

I wish you now then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then
Be perfect.

Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed

to it. Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Lucio. Right.

Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your time.- Proceed. Isab.

. I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy.

Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.

Pardon it; The phrase is to the matter.

? And hide the false, seems true.) i.e. which seems true,

Duke. Mended again: the matter ;--Proceed.

Isab. In brief,—to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneeld,
How he refelld me, and how I reply'd;
(For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body.
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
My sisterly remorse' confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: But the next morn be-

His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother's head.

This is most likely !
Isab. (), that it were as like as it is true!
Duke. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st

not what thou speak’st; Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, In hateful practice: First, his integrity Stands without blemish :-next, it imports no rea

That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended,
He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself,
And not have cut hằm off: Some one hath set you

Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
Thou cam'st here to complaiņ.

And is this all ?
Then, oh, you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience ; and, with ripen'd time,

4 How he refell’d me,] To refel is to refute,
3 My sisterly remorse —] i. e. pity.
6 fond wretch,] Fond wretch is foolish wretch.

7 In hateful practice :] Practice was used by the old writers for any unlawful or insidious stratagem,

Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance ! :—Heaven shield your grace from

As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!

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 Lodo

wick. Duke. A ghostly father, belike: Who know.8

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,

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 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.

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

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

A ver Peter i by, mylo

9 In countenance !) i. e. false appearance, hypocrisy.

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 mere request,
(Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither,
To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true, and false ; and what he with his oath,
And all probation, will make up full clear,
Whensoever he's convented. First, for this wo-

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

Good friar, let's hear it. [ISABELLA is carried off, guarded ; and

MARIANA comes forward.
Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo 1 -
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 face,
Until my husband bid me.

What, are you married?

e his mere request,] i. e. his absolute request.
· Whersoever he's convented,] i. e. cited, summoned.
2 So vulgarly —] i. e. publickly.

3 In this I'll be impartial;] Impartial was sometimes used in the sense of partial.

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