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SCENE III.-The Same.

| tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in

love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, and Officers.

to him. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. th' world ?

I prythee, Lucio, do me this kind service. Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

This day my sister should the cloister enter, Prov. I do it not in evil disposition,

And there receive her approbation: But from lord Angelo by special charge.

Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Claud. Thus can the demi-god, authority,

Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends Make us pay down for our offence by weight.

To the strict deputy ; bid herself essay him: The words of heaven ;-on whom it will, it will; I have great hope in that; for in her youth On whom it will not, so: yet still 't is just.

There is a prone and speechless dialect, : Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen.

Such as moves men: beside, she hath prosperous art, Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio ? whence comes this When she will play with reason and discourse, restraint ?

And she can well persuade. Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty: Lucio. I pray, she may: as well for the encourageAs surfeit is the father of much fast,

ment of the like, which else would stand under grievous So every scape by the immoderate use

imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would

be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tickLike rats that ravin' down their proper bane,

tack, I'll to her.

Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. Lucio. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, Il Lucio. Within two hours. would send for certain of my creditors. And yet, to Claud.

Come, officer; away! [Exeunt. say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom,

SCENE IV.-A Monastery. as the morality of imprisonment.---What's thy offence, Claudio ?

Enter Duke, and Friar THOMAS. Claud. What but to speak of would offend again. Duke. No, holy father; throw away that thought: Lucio. What is it? murder ?

Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Claud. No.

Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee Lucio. Lechery?

To give me secret harbour hath a purpose Claud. Call it so.

More grave and wrinkled, than the aims and ends Prov. Away, sir! you must go.

Of burning youth. Claud. One word, good friend.--Lucio, a word with Fri. . May your grace speak of it? you.

[Takes him aside. Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.--Is How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd; lechery so look'd after ?

And held in idle price to haunt assemblies, Claud. Thus stands it with me :-Upon a true con- Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. tract,

I have deliver'd to lord Angelo I got possession of Julietta's bed :

(A man of stricture, and firm abstinence) You know the lady; she is fast my wife,

My absolute power and place here in Vienna, Save that we do the pronunciation lack

And he supposes me travell’d to Poland; Of outward order: this we came not to,

For so I have strew'd it in the common ear, Only for procuratione of a dower

And so it is receiv’d. Now, pious sir, Remaining in the coffer of her friends,

You will demand of me, why I do this? From whom we thought it meet to hide our love,

Fri. Gladly, my lord. Till time had made them for us. But it chances, Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, The stealth of our most mutual entertainment

(The needful bits and curbs to head-strong steeds) With character too gross is writ on Juliet..

Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep';
Lucio. With child, perhaps?

Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave,
Claud. Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke ---

Having bound up the threatning twigs of birch
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Only to stick it in their children's sight,
Or whether that the body public be

For terror, not to use, in time the rod' sio
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,

More mock'd than feared; so our most just decrees, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know

Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead, He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; Whether the tyranny be in his place,

The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Or in his eminence that fills it up,

Goes all decorum. I stagger in ;-but this new governor


It rested in your grace
Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,

To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd;
Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall / And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd,
So long, that nineteen zodiacks have gone round, Than in lord Angelo.
And none of them been worn; and, for a name,


I fear, too dreadful: Now puts the drowsy and neglected act

Sith 't was my fault to give the people scope, Freshly on me :-'tis surely, for a name.

| T would be my tyranny to strike and gall them Lucio. I warrant it is; and thy head stands so For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done,


1 Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers ; Lucio and two Gentlemen : in f. e. 2 An allusion to St. Paul's Ep. to Romans ix : 15. 3 Not in f. e. 4 Greedily devour. 5 denunciation: in f. e. 6 propagation: in f. e. 7 Tric-trac. 8 weeds : in f. e. 9 Old Eds. and Knight: slip. Theobald suggested the change also. 10 f. 8.:

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When evil deeds have their permissive pass,

Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. And not due punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis I have on Angelo impos'd the office,

Who may, in th ambush of my name, strike home, Your brother and his lover have embrac'd:
And yet my nature never in the sight,

As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
To draw ono slander. · And to behold his sway, That from the seeding the bare fallow brings
I will, as 't were a brother of your order,

To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr’ythee, Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me

Isab. Some one with child by him ?--My cousin How I may formally in person bear me

Juliet? Like a true friar. More reasons for this action,

Lucio. Is she your cousin ? At our more leisure shall I render you;

Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names Only, this one :-Lord Angelo is precise ;

By vain, though apt, affection. Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses


She it is. That his blood flows, or that his appetite

Isab. O! let him marry her. Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see,

This is the point.
If power change purpose, what our seemers be. [Exeunt. The duke, who's very strangely gone from hence,

Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
SCENE V.-A Nunnery.

In hand, and hope of action; but we do learn,

By those that know the very nerves of state,
Isab. And have you nuns no farther privileges ? His givings out were of an infinite distance
Fran. Are not these large enough ?

From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more, And with full line of his authority,
But rather wishing a more strict restraint

Governs lord Angelo; a man whose blood
Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare. Is very snow-broth; one who never feels

Lucio. [Within.] Ho! Peace be in this place! The wanton stings and motions of the sense,

Who's that which calls ? But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
Fran. It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella, With profits of the mind, study and fast.
Turn you the key, and know his business of him: He to give fear to use and liberty,
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn.

Which have for long run by the hideous law,
When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men, As mice by lions,) hath pick'd out an act,
But in the presence of the prioress :

Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; . Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it,
Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. And follows close the rigour of the statute,

LUCIO calls. To make him an example. All hope is gone,
He calls again: I pray you, answer him.

Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer

[Exit FRANCISCA. To soften Angelo; and that's my pith Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is 't that calls ? Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother. Enter LUCIO..

Isab. Doth he so seek his life?
Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses Lucio.

Has censur'd him
Proclaim you are no less, can you so stead me, Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,

A warrant for his execution.
A novice of this place, and the fair sister

Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me To her unhappy brother Claudio ? .

To do him good ? Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask,


Essay the power you have.. The rather, for I now must make you know

Isab. My power, alas ! I doubt. I am that Isabella, and his sister.


Our doubts are traitors, Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets And make us lose the good we oft might win, you.

By fearing to attempt. Go to lord Angelo, Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.

And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Isab. Woe me! for what ?

Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his judge, All their petitions are as freely theirs He should receive his punishment in thanks.

As they themselves would owe them, He hath got his friend with child.

Isab. I'll see what I can do. Isab. Sir, make me not your scorn.


But speedily. Lucio. 'Tis true. I would not, though 't is my Isab. I will about it straight, familiar sin

No longer staying but to give the mother With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,

Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you : Tongue far from heart, play with all virgins so: Commend me to my brother; soon at night I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted

I'll send him certain word of my success. By your renouncement, an immortal spirit,

Lucio. I take my leave of you. And to be talk'd with in sincerity,


Good sir, adieu. [Exeunt. As with a saint.

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SCENE I.-A. Hall in ANGELO's House.

Escal. This comes off well: here's a wise officer.

Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, a Justice, Officers, and other your name : why dost thou not speak, Elbow ? Attendants.

Clo. He cannot, sir: he's out at elbow.
Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Ang. What are you, sir ?
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

Elb. He, sir ? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that And let it keep one shape, till custom make it

serves a bad woman, whose house, sir, was, as they say, Their perch, and not their terror.

pluck'd down in the suburbs ; and now she professes Escal.

Ay, but yet a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too. Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,

Escal. How know you that? Than fall,' and bruise to death. Alas! this gentleman, Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and Whom I would save, had a most noble father. your honour, Let but your honour know,

Escal. How! thy wife ? (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,)

Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest That, in the working of your own affections,

woman, Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing,

Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ? Or that the resolute acting of your blood

Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose,

she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is Whether you had not, sometime in your life,

pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Errd in this point, which now you censure him,

Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? And pull’d the law upon you. .

Elb. Marry sir, by my wife ; who, if she had been a Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, woman cardinally given, might have been accused in Another thing to fall. I not deny,

{fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there. The jury, passing on a prisoner's life,

Escal. By the woman's means? May in the sworn twolve have a thief or two

Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means; but as Guiltier than him they try; what's open made to justice, she spit in his face, so she defied him. That justice seizes : what know the laws,

Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very pregnant, Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honThe jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,

ourable man; prove it. Because we see it; but what we do not see

Escal. (TO ANGELO.) Do you hear how he misplaces ? We tread upon, and never think of it.

Clo. Sir, she came in great with child, and longing You may not so extenuate his offence,

(saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd prunes : sir, For I have had such faults : but rather tell me, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant When I, that censure him, do so offend,

time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, three-pence: your honours have seen such dishes : they And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. are not China dishes, but very good dishes. Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.

Escal. Go to, go to : no matter for the dish, sir. Ang.

Where is the provost?! Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein Enter Provost.

in the right; but to the point. As I say, this mistress Prov. Here, if it like your honour.

Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great Ang.

See that Claudio belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes, and having Be executed by nine to-morrow morning.

but two in the dish, as I said, master Froth here, this Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd,

very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. [Ećit Provost. paying for them very honestly ;-for, as you know,

Escal. Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all! master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall :

Froth. No, indeed. Some run from breaks” of ice, and answer none,

Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be rememAnd same condemned for a fault alone.

ber'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes. Enter ELBOW, FROTH, Clown, Officers, &c. Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. Elb. Come, bring them away. If these be good Clo. Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be people in a common-weal, that do nothing but use their remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, were past abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very away.

good diet, as I told you. Ang. How now, sir ? What's your name, and what's | Froth. All this is true. the matter?

Clo. Why, very well then. Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor duke's Escal. Come; you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. constable, and my name is Elbow : I do not lean upon -What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause, justice, sir; and do bring in here before your good to complain of? Come me to what was done to her. honour two notorious benefactors.

Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Ang. Benefactors ! Well; what benefactors are they! Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not. are they not malefactors ?

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well what leave. And I beseech you, look unto master Froth they are ; but precise villains they are, that I am sure here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year, whose of, and void of all profanation in the world, that good father died at Hallowmas.-Was't not at Hallowmas, Christians ought to have.

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Froth. All-hallownd eve.

Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year ? Clo. Why, very well: I hope here be truths. He, Froth. Yes, an 't please you, sir. sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;-'twas in the Escal. So.- What trade are you of, sir? Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to Clo. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster. sit, have you not?

Escal. Your mistress name? Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, and Clo. Mistress Over-done. good for windows.

Escal. Hath she any more than one husband ?
Clo. Why, very well then: I hope here be truths. Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last.
Ang. This will last out a night in Russia,

Escal. Nine! Come hither to me, master Froth. When nights are longest there. I'll take my leave, Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with And leave you to the hearing of the cause,

tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you Hoping you 'll find good cause to whip them all. will hang them: get you gone, and let me hear no Escal. I think no less. Good morrow to your lord- more of you. ship.

[Exit ANGELO. Froth. I thank your worship. For mine own part, Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am once more?

drawn in. Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her once. Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth; farewell.

Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did [Exit Froth.)-Come you hither to me, master tapto my wife.

ster. What's your name, master tapster ? Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me.

Clo. Pompey. Escal. Well, sir, what did this gentleman to her ? Escal. What else ?

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face. Clo. Bum, sir. -Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 't is for a Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face? about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.

Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster. Escal. Well, I do so.

Are you not ? come, tell me true: it shall be the better Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? for you. Escal. Why, no.

Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live. Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being a worst thing about him. Good then; if his face be the bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the it a lawful trade? constable's wife any harm ? I would know that of Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. your honour.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor Escal. He's in the right. Constable, what say you it shall not be allowed in Vienna. to it?

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected the youth of the city ? house; next, this is a respected fellow, and his mis- Escal. No, Pompey. tress is a respected woman.

1 Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to 't Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected then. If your lordship will take order for the drabs person than any of us all.

and the knaves, you need not fear the bawds. Elb. Varlet, thou liest: thou liest, wicked varlet. Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell The time is yet to come that she was ever respected you : it is but heading and hanging. with man, woman, or child.

Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way Clo. Sir, she was respected with him, before he mar- but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out ried with her.

a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Ini- Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after quity. Is this true ?

three pence a day. If you live to see this come to Elb. O thou caitiff ! O thou varlet! O thou wicked pass, say Pompey told you so. Hannibal! I respected with her, before I was married Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and in requital to her ? If ever I was respected with her, or she with of your prophecy, hark you :-I advise you, let me not me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's find you before me again upon any complaint whatofficer -Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have soever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, mine action of battery on thee.

Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a Escal. If he took you a box o'th' ear, you might shrewd Cæsar to you. In plain dealing, Pompey, I have your action of slander too.

shall have you whipt. So, for this time, Pompey, fare Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What you well. is 't your worship's pleasure I shallo do with this wicked Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel, caitiff ?

but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some offences better determine. in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade; him continue in his courses, till thou know'st what The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. Exit. they are.

Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it.—Thou seest, hither, master constable. How long have you been thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee: thou in this place of constable ? art to continue; now, thou varlet, thou art to con- Elb. Seven year and a half, sir. tinue.

Escal. I thought by your readiness in the office, Escal. Where were you born, friend ?

you had continued in it some time. You say, seven Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.

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Elb. And a half, sir.

1 Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you. They Please but your honour hear me. do you wrong to put you so oft upon't. Are there not Ang.

Well; what's your suit ? men in your ward sufficient to serve it ?

Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters. As And most desire should meet the blow of justice, they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them: For which I would not plead, but that I must; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with For which I must not plead, but that I am all.

At war 'twixt will, and will not. Escal. Look you bring me in the names of some six Ang.

Well; the matter? or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.

1 Isab. I have a brother is condemn’d to die: Elb. To your worship's house, sir ?

. I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Escal. To my house. Fare you well. [Ecit Elbow. And not my brother. What's o'clock, think you ?

Prov. [ Aside.) Heaven give thee moving graces. Just. Eleven, sir..

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me.

Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done.
Just. I humbly thank you.

Mine were the very cipher of a function,
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
But there's no remedy....

And let go by the actor. * Just. Lord Angelo is severe.


O just, but severe law! Escal.

It is but needful: I had a brother then.--Heaven keep your honour ! Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so ;

Going. Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

Lucio. [To ISAB.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, But yet, poor Claudio !--There is no remedy.

· intreat him; Come, sir:

[Exeunt. Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;

: You are too cold: if you should need a pin, SCENE II.-Another room in the Same.

: You could not with more tame a tongue desire it i. Enter Provost, and a Servant. .

To him, I say.
Serv. He's hearing of a cause: he will come straight. Isab. Must he needs die ?
I'll tell him of you. .

Maiden, no remedy. ... Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant. I'll know Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, His pleasure; may be, he will relent. Alas! And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. He hath but as offended in a dream :

Ang. I will not do't. All sects, all ages smack of this vice, and he


: But can you, if you would ? To die for it !

Ang. Look; what I will not, that I cannot do. Enter ANGELO. :

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Ang...

Now, what's the matter, provost ? wrong,
Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse

Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea ? hadst thou not order ? As mine is to him ?
Why dost thou ask again ?


He's sentenc'd: 't is too late. Prov. ; : Lest I might be too rash. Lucio. [TO ISAB.] Thou art? too cold. Under your good correction, I have seen,

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, When, after execution, judgment hath

May call it back again: Well believe this, Repented o'er his doom.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Ang...

Go to; let that be mine: Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Do you your office, or give up your place,

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, And you shall well be spar'd.

Become them with one half so good a grace Prov.

I crave your honour's pardon. As mercy does. If he had been as you, and you as he,
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? You would have slipt like him; but he, like you,
She's very near her hour.

Would not have been so stern.
Dispose of her


Pray you, begone. To some more fitter place, and that with speed.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
Re-enter Servant.

And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus ?
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd No; I would tell what 't were to be a judge,
Desires access to you.

And what a prisoner.
Hath he a sister ?

· Lucio. [Aside.] Ay, touch him; there's the vein. Prov. A.y, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

And you but waste your words. If not already..


Alas! alas! Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Exit Servant. Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once; See you the fornicatress be remov'd:

And he that might the vantage best have took, Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;

Found out the remedy. How would you be, There shall be order for it.

If he, which is the God of judgment, should : Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.

But judge you as you are? O, think on that, . Prov. Save your honour !

[Offering to go. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Ang. Stay a little while.--TO ISAB.] Yare wel. Like man new made! come: what's your will ?


Be you content, fair maid. 1 Retiring: in f.e ? You are : in f. e. 3 Knight reads:

If he had been as you,
And you as he, you would have slipp'd like him;

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