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VINCENTIO, duke of Austria.
ISABELLA, sister to Claudio.
Guards, Officers, and other Attendants.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
ACT THE FIRST.
An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
The DUKE, ESCALUS, FREDERICK, and LEOPOLD,
Duke. Escalus, Escal. My lord. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse, Since I am put to know, that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists' of all advice My strength can give you : The nature of our people, Our city's institutions, and the terms For common justice, you are as pregnant in? As art and practice hath enriched any That we remember : There is our commission, From which we would not have you warp. - Call
(Escalus kneels, and takes his commission, I say, bid come before us, Angelo.
[Exit LEOPOLD. What figure of us, think you, he will bear? For you must know, we have, with special soul,
Elected him our absence to supply ;
Enter LEOPOLD and ANGELO.
Look, where he comes.
Now, good my lord,
choice, Proceeded to you; therefore take your
honours. [Angelo kneels and receives his commission.
We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it
with us; and do look to know What doth befall
Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way.
Duke. My haste may not admit it: I'll privily away:
[Exeunt LEOPOLD and FREDERICK Nor need
you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple: your scope is as mine own. So to inforce, or qualify the laws, As to your soul seems good.
[Exit DUKE. Esca. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of
I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt ANGELO and ESCALUS
The Garden of a Monastery.
Enter FRIAR PETER and the DUKE,
not, that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom: why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose grave
and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth.
May your grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you
Peter. Gladly, my lord.
It rested in your grace
I do fear, too dreadful :
may, in the ambush of my name, strike home.