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taged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt. If you think well to carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof. What think you of it?
Isab. The image of it gives me content already; and, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.
Duke It lies much in your holding up: Haste you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to St Luke's; there, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana : At that place call upon me; and despatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly.
Isab. I thank you for this comfort : Fare you well, good father.
SCENE II.- The Street before the Prison.
Enter Duke, as a Friar; to him Elbow, Clown, and
Officers. Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.
Duke. O, heavens! what stuff is here?
Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allow'd by order of law a furr’d gown to keep him warm; and furr’d with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
Elb. Come your way, sir :- Bless you, good father friar.
Duke. And you, good brother father: What offence hath this man made you, sir?
Elb. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law; and, sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir ; for we have found upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy.
Duke. Fye, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd !
Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, sir, I would prove
Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer; Correction and instruction must both work, Ere this rude beast will profit.
Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.
Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, Free from our faults, as faults from seeming, free!
Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail: Here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine.
Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the heels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph ? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd ? What reply? Ha? What say’st thou to this tune, matter, and method ? Is't not drown'd i' the last rain ? Ha? What say’st thou, trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words ? Or how? The trick of it?
Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse!
Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still? Ha?
Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.
Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so: Ever your fresh whore, and your powder'd bawd: An unshunn'd consequence; it must be so: Art going to prison, Pompey?
Clo. Yes, faith, sir.
Lucio. Why 'tis not amiss, Pompey: Farewell : Go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey ? Or how ?
Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.
Lucio. Well, then imprison him: If imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey: Commend me to the prison, Pompey : You will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.
Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.
Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage:
if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more: Adieu, trusty Pompey.-Bless you, friar.
Duke. And you.
Lucio. Then, Pompey ? nor now.-What news abroad, friar? What news?
Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.
[Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. What news, friar, of the duke?
Duke. I know none: Can you tell me of any?
Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Russia ; other some, he is in Rome: But where is he, think you?
Duke. I know not where: But wheresoever, I wish him well.
Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to't.
Duke. He does well in't.
Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in himn : something too crabbed that way, friar.
Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it.
Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well ally'd: but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo was not made by man and woman, after the downright way of creation : Is it true, think you ??
Duke. How should he be made then ?
Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn’d him :-Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes :-But it is certain, that when he makes water, his urine is congeald ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible.
Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace.
Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, have done this? Ere he would have bang’d a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: He had some feeling of the sport; he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.
Duke. I never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way.
Lucio. O, sir, you are deceived.
Lucio. Who? not the duke ? yes, your beggar of fifty;—and his use was, to put a ducat in her clack-dish : the duke had crotchets in him: He would be drunk too; that let me inform you. .
Duke. You do him wrong, surely.
Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his: A shy fellow was the duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of his withdrawing.
Duke. What, I pr’ythee, might be the cause ?
Lucio. No,-pardon ;~'tis a secret must be lock'd within the teeth and the lips: but this I can let you understand,—The greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.
Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was.