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SCENE I.-A Room in MARIANA's House.
MARJANA discovered sitting ; a Boy singing.
That so sweetly were forsworn;
Lights that do mislead the morn:
seald in vain.
Mari. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away; Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd iny brawling discontent.— [Exit Boy.
Duke. 'Tis good: though musick oft hath such a
charm, To make bad, good, and good provoke to harm. I pray you, tell me, hath any body inquired for me here to-day? much upon this time have I promised here to meet.
Mari. You have not been inquired after : I have sat here all day.
Enter Isabella. Duke. I do constantly believe you :-The time is come, even now. I shall crave your forbearance a little; may be, I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself. Mari. I am always bound to you.
[Exit. Duke. Very well met, and welcome. What is the news from this good deputy ?
Isab. He hath a garden circummur'd with brick,
Duke. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?
Isab. I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't;
Duke. Are there no other tokens
Isab. No, none, but only a repair i’the dark;
Duke. 'Tis well borne up.
Isab. I do desire the like.
Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand,
[Exeunt MARIANA and Is A BELLA. Duke. O place and greatness, millions of false eyes Are stuck upon thee! volumes of report Run with these false and most contrarious quests Upon thy doings ! thousand 'scapes of wit Make thee the father of their idle dream, And rack thee in their fancies !-Welcome! How agreed?
Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLA.
Duke. It is not my consent,
Isab. Little have you to say,
Mari. Fear me not.
Duke. Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all: He is your husband on a pre-contract: To bring you thus together, 'tis no sin; Sith that the justice of your title to him Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let us go; Our corn's to reap, for yet our tithe's to sow. [Ereunt,
SCENE II.-A Room in the Prison.
Enter Provost and Clown. Prov. Come hither, sirrah : Can you cut off a man's head?
Clo. If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can: but if he be a married man, he is his wife's head, and I can never cut off a woman's head.
Prov. Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio and Barnardine: Here is in our prison a common executioner, who in his office lacks a helper: if you will take it on you to assist him, it shall redeem you from your gyves; if not, you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and your deliverance with an unpitied whipping; for you have been a notorious bawd.
Clo. Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd, time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hang.
man. I would be glad to receive some instruction from my fellow partner.
Prov. What ho, Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?
Prov. Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow in your execution: If you think it meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him; He cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
Abhor. A bawd, sir? Fye upon him, he will discredit our mystery.
Prov. Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale.
[Exit. Clo. Pray, sir, by your good favour, (for, surely, sir, a good favour you have, but that you have a hanging look,) do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?
Abhor. Ay, sir; a mystery.
Clo. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery : but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hang’d, I cannot imagine.
Abhor. Sir, it is a mystery. Clo. Proof.
Abhor. Every true man's apparel fits your thief: If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's apparel fits your thief.