But Tuesday night last gone in 's garden-house A marble monument! ANGELO. I did but smile till now: Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; But instruments of some more mightier member DUKE. Ay, with my heart; And punish them even to your height of pleasure.— Thou foolish friar;-and thou pernicious woman, Compact with her that's gone, think'st thou thy oaths, Though they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies against his worth and credit, That's seal'd in approbation?-You, Lord Escalus, Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd.There is another friar that set them on; Let him be sent for. FRIAR PETER. Would he were here, my lord! for he, indeed, DUKE. Go, do it instantly.(Exit Provost.) And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Do with your injuries as seems you best, In any chastisement: I for a while will leave you; But stir not you till you have well determin'd Upon these slanderers. ESCALUS. My Lord, we'll do it throughly. (Exit Duke.) Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that Friar Lodo wick to be a dishonest person? 'Cucullus non facit monachum:' honest in nothing but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke. ESCALUS. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him:-we shall find this friar a notable fellow. LUCIO. As any in Vienna, on my word. ESCALUS. Call that same Isabel here once again: I would speak with her. (Exit an Attendant.) Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle her. LUCIO. Not better than he, by her own report. ESCALUS. Say you? LUCIO. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess: perchance, publicly, she'll be ashamed. (Re-enter Officers with Isabella; & Provost with the Duke in his friar's habit.) ESCALUS. I will go darkly to work with her. LUCIO. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. ESCALUS. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. LUCIO. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with the provost. ESCALUS. In very good time: speak not you to him till we call upon you. LUCIO. Mum. ESCALUS. Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. DUKE. 'Tis false. ESCALUS. How! know you where DUKE. you are? Respect to your great place! and let the devil The Duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: DUKE. Boldly, At least. But, Oh, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox? And put your trial in the villain's mouth LUCIO. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar, To call him villain? and then to glance from him To the Duke himself, to tax him with injustice? Take him hence; to the rack with him! We'll touse you What? unjust'? DUKE. Be not so hot; the Duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he Nor here provincial. My business in this state Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes As much in mock as mark. ESCALUS. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison! 565155 ANGELO. What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio? LUCIO. 'Tis he, my lord.-Come hither, goodman baldpate: do you know me! DUKE. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of the Duke. LUCIO. Oh, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the Duke! DUKE. Most notedly, sir. LUCIO. Do you so, sir? And was the Duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? DUKE. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse. LUCIO. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches? DUKE. I protest I love the Duke as I love myself. ANGELO. Hark, how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses! ESCALUS. Such a fellow is not to be talked withal.-Away with him to prison!-Where is the provost-Away with him to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him speak no more. Away with those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion! DUKE. (To the Provost.) Stay, sir; stay awhile. ANGELO. What, resists he?-Help him, Lucio. LUCIO. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you baldpated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! Show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour! Will 't not off? DUKE. (Pulls off the friar's hood, & discovers the Duke.) Thou art the first knave that e'er madʼst a Duke.— First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. (To Lucio.) Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you Must have a word anon.-Lay hold on him. LUCIO. This may prove worse than hanging. What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down. Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, And hold no longer out. ANGELO. O my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, When I perceive your Grace, like power divine, DUKE. Come hither, Mariana. Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? ANGELO. I was, my lord. DUKE. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.- you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again. Go with him, provost. ESCALUS. (Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Friar Peter My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour |