Measure, for Measure

MEASVRE, For Measure.

Actus primus, Scena prima.

Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords.

Duke. E Scalus.

Esc. My Lord.

Duk. Of Gouernment, the properties to vn­ (fold, Would seeme in me t'affect speech & discourse, Since I…

Esc. If any in Vienna be of worth To vndergoe such ample grace, and honour, It is Lord…

Enter Angelo.

Duk. Looke where he comes.

Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will, I come to know your pleasure.

Duke. Angelo: There is a kinde of Character in thy life, That to th'obseruer, doth thy history Fully…

Ang. Now good my Lord Let there be some more test, made of my mettle, Before so noble,…

Duk. No more euasion: We haue with a leauen'd, and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your…

Ang. Yet giue leaue (my Lord,) That we may bring you something on the way.

Duk. My haste may not admit it, Nor neede you (on mine honor) haue to doe With any…

Ang. The heauens giue safety to your purposes.

Esc. Lead forth, and bring you backe in happi­ nesse.

Exit.

Duk. I thanke you, fare you well.

Esc. I shall desire you, Sir, to giue me leaue To haue free speech with you; and it…

Ang. 'Tis so with me: Let vs with‐draw together, And we may soone our satisfaction haue Touching that…

Esc. Ile wait vpon your honor.

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Lucio, and two other Gentlemen.

Luc. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why…

1. Gent. Heauen grant vs its peace, but not the King of Hungaries.

2. Gent. Amen.

Luc. Thou eonclude'st like the Sanctimonious Pirat, that went to sea with the ten Commandements, but scrap'd one…

2. Gent. Thou shalt not Steale?

Luc. I, that he raz'd.

1. Gent. Why? 'twas a commandement, to command the Captaine and all the rest from their functions: they…

2. Gent. I neuer heard any Souldier dislike it.

Luc. I beleeue thee: for I thinke thou neuer was't where Grace was said.

2. Gent. No? a dozen times at least.

1. Gent. What? In meeter?

Luc. In any proportion. or in any language.

1. Gent. I thinke, or in any Religion.

Luc. I, why not? Grace, is Grace, despight of all con­ trouersie: as for example; Thou thy selfe…

1. Gent. Well: there went but a paire of sheeres be­tweene vs.

Luc. I grant: as there may between the Lists, and the Veluet. Thou art the List.

1. Gent. And thou the Veluet; thou art good veluet; thou'rt a three pild‐peece I warrant thee: I…

Luc. I thinke thou do'st: and indeed with most pain­ full feeling of thy speech: I will, out…

1. Gen. I think I haue done my selfe wrong, haue I not?

2. Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted, or free.

Enter Bawde.

Luc. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes. I haue purchas'd as many diseases vnder her Roofe, As come…

2. Gent. To what, I pray?

Luc. Iudge

2. Gent. To three thousand Dollours a yeare.

1. Gent. I, and more.

Luc. A French crowne more.

1. Gent. Thou art alwayes figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error, I am sound.

Luc. Nay, not (as one would say) healthy: but so sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones…

1. Gent. How now, which of your hips has the most profound Ciatica?

Bawd. Well, well: there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth fiue thousand of you all.

2. Gent. Who's that I pray'thee?

Bawd. Marry Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio?

1. Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.

Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested: saw him carried away: and which is…

Luc. But, after all this fooling, I would not haue it so: Art thou sure of this?

Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam Iulietta with childe.

Luc. Beleeue me this may be: he promis'd to meete me two howres since, and he was euer…

2. Gent. Besides you know, it drawes somthing neere to the speech we had to such a purpose.

1. Gent. But most of all agreeing with the proclamatiō.

Luc. Away: let's goe learne the truth of it.

Exit.

Bawd. Thus, what with the war; what with the sweat, what with the gallowes, and what with pouerty,…

Enter Clowne.

Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison.

Baw. Well: what has he done?

Clo. A Woman.

Baw. But what's his offence?

Clo. Groping for Trowts, in a peculiar Riuer.

Baw. What? is there a maid with child by him?

Clo. No: but there's a woman with maid by him: you haue not heard of the proclamation, haue…

Baw. What proclamation, man?

Clow. All howses in the Suburbs of Vienna must bee pluck'd downe.

Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Citie?

Clow. They shall stand for seed: they had gon down to, but that a wise Burger put in…

Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the Sub­ urbs be puld downe?

Clow. To the ground, Mistris.

Bawd. Why heere's a change indeed in the Common­ wealth: what shall become of me?

Clow. Come: feare not you; good Counsellors lacke no Clients: though you change your place, you neede not…

Bawd. What's to doe heere, Thomas Tapster? let's withdraw?

Clo. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Prouost to prison: and there's Madam Iuliet.

Exeunt.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Prouost, Claudio, Iuliet, Officers, Lucio, & 2.Gent.

Cla. Fellow, why do'st thou show me thus to th'world? Beare me to prison, where I am committed.

Pro. I do it not in euill disposition, But from Lord Angelo by speciall charge.

Clau. Thus can the demy‑god (Authority) Make vs pay downe, for our offence, by waight The words of…

Luc. Why how now Claudio? whence comes this res­ (traint.

Cla. From too much liberty, (my Lucio) Liberty As surfet is the father of much fast, So euery…

Luc. If I could speake so wisely vnder an arrest, I would send for certaine of my Creditors:…

Cla. What (but to speake of) would offend againe.

Luc. What, is't murder?

Cla. No.

Luc. Lecherie?

Cla. Call it so.

Pro. Away, Sir, you must goe.

Cla. One word, good friend: Lucio, a word with you.

Luc. A hundred: If they'll doe you any good: Is Lechery so look'd after?

Cla. Thus stands it with me: vpon a true contract I got possession of Iulietas bed, You know…

Luc. With childe, perhaps?

Cla. Vnhappely, euen so. And the new Deputie, now for the Duke, Whether it be the fault and…

Luc. I warrant it is: And thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milke­maid, if…

Cla. I haue done so, but hee's not to be found. I pre'thee (Lucio) doe me this kinde…

Luc. I pray shee may; aswell for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand vnder greeuous…

Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio.

Luc. Within two houres.

Cla. Come Officer, away.

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke and Frier Thomas.

Duk. No: holy Father, throw away that thought, Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue Can pierce…

Fri. May your Grace speake of it?

Duk. My holy Sir, none better knowes then you How I haue euer lou'd the life remoued And…

Fri. Gladly, my Lord.

Duk. We haue strict Statutes, and most biting Laws, (The needfull bits and curbes to headstrong weedes,) Which…

Fri. It rested in your Grace To vnloose this tyde‑vp Iustice, when you pleas'd: And it in you…

Duk. I doe feare: too dreadfull: Sith 'twas my fault, to giue the people scope, 'Twould be my…

If power change purpose: what our Seemers be.

Exit.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Isabell and Francisca a Nun.

Isa. And haue you Nuns no farther priuiledges?

Nun. Are not these large enough?

Isa. Yes truely; I speake not as desiring more, But rather wishing a more strict restraint Vpon the…

Lucio within.

Luc. Hoa? peace be in this place.

Isa. Who's that which cals?

Nun. It is a mans voice: gentle Isabella Turne you the key, and know his businesse of him;…

Isa. Peace and prosperitie: who is't that cals?

Luc. Haile Virgin, (if you be) as those cheeke‑Roses Proclaime you are no lesse: can you so steed…

Isa. Why her vnhappy Brother? Let me aske, The rather for I now must make you know I…

Luc. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you; Not to be weary with you; he's in prison.

Isa. Woe me; for what?

Luc. For that, which if my selfe might be his Iudge, He should receiue his punishment, in thankes:…

Isa. Sir, make me not your storie.

Luc. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin, With Maids to seeme the Lapwing, and…

Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me.

Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus, Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd; As…

Isa. Some o□e with childe by him? my cosen Iuliet?

Luc. Is she your cosen?

Isa. Adoptedly, as schoole‑maids change their names By vaine, though apt affection.

Luc. She it is.

Isa. Oh, let him marry her.

Luc. This is the point. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen (my selfe…

Isa. Doth he so, Seeke his life?

Luc. Has censur'd him already, And as I heare, the Prouost hath a warrant For's execution.

Isa. Alas: what poore Abilitie's in me, to doe him good.

Luc. Assay the powre you haue.

Isa. My power? alas, I doubt.

Luc. Our doubts are traitors And makes vs loose the good we oft might win, By fearing to…

Isa. Ile see what I can doe.

Luc. But speedily.

Isa. I will about it strait; No longer staying, but to giue the Mother Notice of my affaire:…

Luc. I take my leaue of you.

Isa. Good sir, adieu.

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Angelo, Escalus, and seruants, Iustice.

Ang. We must not make a scar‑crow of the Law, Setting it vp to feare the Birds of…

Esc. I, but yet Let vs be keene, and rather cut a little Then fall, and bruise to…

Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted (Escalus) Another thing to fall: I not deny The Iury passing…

Enter Prouost.

Esc. Be it as your wisedome will.

Ang. Where is the Prouost?

Pro. Here if it like your honour.

Ang. See that Claudio Be executed by nine to morrow morning, Bring him his Confessor, let him be…

Esc. Well: heauen forgiue him; and forgiue vs all: Some rise by sinne, and some by vertue fall:…

Enter Elbow, Froth, Clowne, Officers.

Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good peo­ ple in a Common‑weale, that doe nothing but…

Ang. How now Sir, what's your name? And what's the matter?

Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poore Dukes Constable, and my name is Elbow; I…

Ang. Benefactors? Well: What Benefactors are they? Are they not Malefactors?

Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well what they are: But precise villaines they are,…

Esc. This comes off well: here's a wise Officer.

Ang. Goe to: What quality are they of? Elbow is your name? Why do'st thou not speake Elbow?

Clo. He cannot Sir: he's out at Elbow.

Ang. What are you Sir?

Elb. He Sir: a Tapster Sir: parcell Baud: one that serues a bad woman: whose house Sir was…

Esc. How know you that?

Elb. My wife Sir? whom I detest before heauen, and your honour.

Esc. How? thy wife?

Elb. I Sir: whom I thanke heauen is an honest wo­ man.

Esc. Do'st thou detest her therefore?

Elb. I say sir, I will detest; my selfe also, as well as she, that this house, if…

Esc. How do'st thou know that, Constable?

Elb. Marry sir, by my wife, who, if she had bin a wo­ man Cardinally giuen, might haue…

Esc. By the womans meanes?

Elb. I sir, by Mistris Ouerߛdons meanes: but as she spit in his face, so she defide him.

Clo. Sir, if it please your honor, this is not so.

Elb. Proue it before these varlets here, thou honora­ble man, proue it.

Esc. Doe you heare how he misplaces?

Clo. Sir, she came in great with childe: and longing (sauing your honors reuerence) for stewd prewyns; sir,…

Esc. Go too: go too: no matter for the dish sir.

Clo. No indeede sir not of a pin; you are therein in the right: but, to the point:…

Fro. No indeede.

Clo. Very well: you being then (if you be remem­ bred) cracking the stones of the foresaid prewyns.

Fro. I, so I did indeede.

Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then (if you be remembred) that such a one, and such…

Fro. All this is true.

Clo. Why very well then.

Esc. Come: you are a tedious foole: to the purpose: what was done to Elbowes wife, that hee…

Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet.

Esc. No sir, nor I meane it not.

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honours leaue: And I beseech you, looke into…

Fro. Allhallond‑Eue.

Clo. Why very well: I hope here be truthes: he Sir, sitting (as I say) in a lower…

Fro. I haue so, because it is an open roome, and good for winter.

Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes.

Ang. This will last out a night in Russia When nights are longest there: Ile take my leaue,…

Exit.

Esc. I thinke no lesse: good morrow to your Lord­ ship. Now Sir, come on: What was done…

Clo. Once Sir? there was nothing done to her once.

Elb. I beseech you Sir, aske him what this man did to my wife.

Clo. I beseech your honor, aske me.

Esc. Well sir, what did this Gentleman to her?

Clo. I beseech you sir, looke in this Gentlemans face: good Master Froth looke vpon his honor; 'tis…

Esc. I sir, very well.

Clo. Nay, I beseech you marke it well.

Esc. Well, I doe so.

Clo. Doth your honor see any harme in his face?

Esc. Why no.

Clo. Ile be supposd vpon a booke, his face is the worst thing about him: good then: if…

Esc. He's in the right (Constable) what say you to it?

Elb. First, and it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow;…

Clo. By this hand Sir, his wife is a more respected per­ son then any of vs all.

Elb. Varlet, thou lyest; thou lyest wicked varlet: the time is yet to come that shee was euer…

Clo. Sir, she was respected with him, before he mar­ ried with her.

Esc. Which is the wiser here; Iustice or Iniquitie? Is this true?

Elb. O thou caytiffe: O thou varlet: O thou wick­ ed Hanniball; I respected with her, before I…

Esc. If he tooke you a box o'th' eare, you might haue your action of slander too.

Elb. Marry I thanke your good worship for it: what is't your Worships pleasure I shall doe with…

Esc. Truly Officer, because he hath some offences in him, that thou wouldst discouer, if thou couldst, let…

Elb. Marry I thanke your worship for it: Thou seest thou wicked varlet now, what's come vpon thee.…

Esc. Where were you borne, friend?

Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir.

Esc. Are you of fourescore pounds a yeere?

Froth. Yes, and't please you sir.

Esc. So: what trade are you of, sir?

Clo. A Tapster, a poore widdowes Tapster.

Esc. Your Mistris name?

Clo. Mistris Ouer‑don.

Esc. Hath she had any more then one husband?

Clo. Nine, sir: Ouerߛdon by the last.

Esc. Nine? come hether to me, Master Froth; Master Froth, I would not haue you acquainted with Tapsters;…

Fro. I thanke your worship: for mine owne part, I neuer come into any roome in a Tapߛhouse,…

Esc. Well: no more of it Master Froth: farewell: Come you hether to me, Mr. Tapster: what's your…

Clo. Pompey.

Esc. What else?

Clo. Bum, Sir.

Esc. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you, so that in the beastliest sence, you…

Clo. Truly sir, I am a poore fellow that would liue.

Esc. How would you liue Pompey? by being a bawd? what doe you thinke of the trade Pompey?…

Clo. If the Law would allow it, sir.

Esc. But the Law will not allow it Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Uienna.

Clo. Do's your Worship meane to geld and splay all the youth of the City?

Esc. No, Pompey.

Clo. Truely Sir, in my poore opinion they will too't then: if your worship will take order for…

Esc. There is pretty orders beginning I can tell you: It is but heading, and hanging.

Clo. If you head, and hang all that offend that way but for ten yeare together; you'll be…

Esc. Thanke you good Pompey; and in requitall of your prophesie, harke you: I aduise you let me…

Clo. I thanke your Worship for your good counsell; but I shall follow it as the flesh and…

Exit.

Esc. Come hether to me, Master Elbow: come hither Master Constable: how long haue you bin in this…

Elb. Seuen yeere, and a halfe sir.

Esc. I thought by the readinesse in the office, you had continued in it some time: you say…

Elb. And a halfe sir.

Esc. Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they do you wrong to put you so oft…

Elb. 'Faith sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to…

Esc. Looke you bring mee in the names of some sixe or seuen, the most sufficient of your…

Elb. To your Worships house sir?

Esc. To my house: fare you well: what's a clocke, thinke you?

Iust. Eleuen, Sir.

Esc. I pray you home to dinner with me.

Iust. I humbly thanke you.

Esc. It grieues me for the death of Claudio But there's no remedie:

Iust. Lord Angelo is seuere.

Esc. It is but needfull. Mercy is not it selfe, that oft lookes so, Pardon is still the…

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Prouost, Seruant.

Ser. Hee's hearing of a Cause; he will come straight, I'le tell him of you.

Pro. 'Pray you doe; Ile know His pleasure, may be he will relent; alas He hath but as…

Enter Angelo.

Ang. Now, what's the matter Prouost?

Pro. Is it your will Claudio shall die to morrow?

Ang. Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order? Why do'st thou aske againe?

Pro. Lest I might be too rash: Vnder your good correction, I haue seene When after execution, Iudgement…

Ang. Goe to; let that be mine, Doe you your office, or giue vp your Place, And you…

Pro. I craue your Honours pardon: What shall be done Sir, with the groaning Iuliet? Shee's very neere…

Ang. Dispose of her To some more fitter place; and that with speed.

Ser. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Desires accesse to you.

Ang. Hath he a Sister?

Pro. I my good Lord, a very vertuous maid, And to be shortlie of a Sister‑hood, If not…

Ang. Well: let her be admitted, See you the Fornicatresse be remou'd, Let her haue needfull, but not…

Enter Lucio and Isabella.

Pro. 'Saue your Honour.

Ang. Stay a little while: y'are welcome: what's your (will?

Isab. I am a wofull Sutor to your Honour, 'Please but your Honor heare me.

Ang. Well: what's your suite.

Isab. There is a vice that most I doe abhorre, And most desire should meet the blow of…

Ang. Well: the matter?

Isab. I haue a brother is condemn'd to die, I doe beseech you let it be his fault,…

Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces.

Ang. Condemne the fault, and not the actor of it, Why euery fault's condemnd ere it be done:…

Isab. Oh iust, but seuere Law: I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour.

Luc. Giue't not ore so: to him againe, entreat him, Kneele downe before him, hang vpon his gowne,…

Isab. Must he needs die?

Ang. Maiden, no remedie.

Isab. Yes: I doe thinke that you might pardon him, And neither heauen, nor man grieue at the…

Ang. I will not doe't.

Isab. But can you if you would?

Ang. Looke what I will not, that I cannot doe.

Isab. But might you doe't & do the world no wrong If so your heart were touch'd with…

Ang. Hee's sentenc'd, tis too late.

Luc. You are too cold.

Isab. Too late? why no: I that doe speak a word May call it againe: well, beleeue this…

Ang. Pray you be gone.

Isab. I would to heauen I had your potencie, And you were Isabell: should it then be thus?…

Luc. I, touch him: there's the vaine.

Ang. Your Brother is a forfeit of the Law, And you but waste your words.

Isab. Alas, alas: Why all the soules that were, were forfeit once, And he that might the vantage…

Ang. Be you content, (faire Maid) It is the Law, not I, condemne your brother, Were he my…

Isab. To morrow? oh, that's sodaine, Spare him, spare him: Hee's not prepar'd for death; euen for our…

Luc. I, well said.

Ang. The Law hath not bin dead, thogh it hath slept Those many had not dar'd to doe…

Isab. Yet shew some pittie.

Ang. I shew it most of all, when I show Iustice; For then I pittie those I doe…

Isab. So you must be yͤ first that giues this sentence, And hee, that suffers: Oh, it is…

Luc. That's well said.

Isab. Could great men thunder As Ioue himselfe do's, Ioue would neuer be quiet, For euery pelting petty…

Luc. Oh, to him, to him wench: he will relent, Hee's comming: I perceiue't.

Pro. Pray heauen she win him.

Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our selfe, Great men may iest with Saints: tis wit in…

Luc. Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that.

Isab. That in the Captaine's but a chollericke word, Which in the Souldier is flat blasphemie.

Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't.

Ang. Why doe you put these sayings vpon me?

Isab. Because Authoritie, though it erre like others, Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfe That…

Ang. Shee speakes, and 'tis such sence That my Sence breeds with it; fare you well.

Isab. Gentle my Lord, turne backe.

Ang. I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow.

Isa. Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back.

Ang. How? bribe me?

Is. I, with such gifts that heauen shall share with you.

Luc. You had mar'd all else.

Isab. Not with fond Sickles of the tested‑gold, Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or poore As…

Ang. Well: come to me to morrow.

Luc. Goe to: 'tis well; away.

Isab. Heauen keepe your honour safe.

Ang. Amen. For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers crosse.

Isab. At what hower to morrow, Shall I attend your Lordship?

Ang. At any time 'fore‑noone.

Isab. 'Saue your Honour.

Ang. From thee: euen from thy vertue. What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine? The…

Exit.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Duke and Prouost.

Duke. Haile to you, Prouost, so I thinke you are.

Pro. I am the Prouost: whats your will, good Frier?

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order, I come to visite the afflicted spirits Here in…

Pro. I would do more then that, if more were needfull Enter Iuliet. Looke here comes one: a…

Duk. When must he dye?

Pro. As I do thinke to morrow. I haue prouided for you, stay a while And you shall…

Duk. Repent you (faire one) of the sin you carry?

Iul. I doe; and beare the shame most patiently.

Du. Ile teach you how you shal araign your consciēce And try your penitence, if it be sound,…

Iul. Ile gladly learne.

Duk. Loue you the man that wrong'd you?

Iul. Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him.

Duk. So then it seemes your most offence full act Was mutually committed.

Iul. Mutually.

Duk. Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his.

Iul. I doe confesse it, and repent it (Father.)

Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repent As that the sin hath brought you to…

Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill, And take the shame with ioy.

Duke. There rest: Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow, And I am going with instruction…

Exit.

Iul. Must die to morrow? oh iniurious Loue That respits me a life, whose very comfort Is still…

Pro. 'Tis pitty of him.

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Angelo.

An. When I would pray, & think, I thinke, and pray To seuerall subiects: heauen hath my empty…

Enter Seruant.

Ser. One Isabell, a Sister, desires accesse to you.

Ang. Teach her the way: oh, heauens Why doe's my bloud thus muster to my heart, Making both…

Enter Isabella.

Isab. I am come to know your pleasure.

An. That you might know it, wold much better please (me, Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother…

Isab. Euen so: heauen keepe your Honor.

Ang. Yet may he liue a while: and it may be As long as you, or I: yet…

Isab. Vnder your Sentence?

Ang. Yea.

Isab. When, I beseech you: that in his Reprieue (Longer, or shorter) he may be so fitted That…

Ang. Ha? fie, these filthy vices: It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolne…

Isab. 'Tis set downe so in heauen, but not in earth.

Ang. Say you so: then I shall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most iust…

Isab. Sir, beleeue this. I had rather giue my body, then my soule.

Ang. I talke not of your soule: our compel'd sins Stand more for number, then for accompt.

Isab. How say you?

Ang. Nay Ile not warrant that: for I can speake Against the thing I say: Answere to this,…

Isab. Please you to doo't, Ile take it as a perill to my soule, It is no sinne…

Ang. Pleas'd you to doo't, at perill of your soule Were equall poize of sinne, and charitie.

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sinne Heauen let me beare it: you granting…

Ang. Nay, but heare me, Your sence pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seeme so crafty;…

Isab. Let be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.

Ang. Thus wisdome wishes to appeare most bright, When it doth taxe it selfe: As these blacke Masques…

Isab. So.

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appeares, Accountant to the Law, vpon that paine.

Isab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to saue his life (As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But…

Isab. As much for my poore Brother, as my selfe; That is: were I vnder the tearmes of…

Ang. Then must your brother die.

Isa. And 'twer the cheaper way: Better it were a brother dide at once, Then that a sister,…

Ang. Were not you then as cruell as the Sentence, That you haue slander'd so?

Isa. Ignomie in ransome, and free pardon Are of two houses: lawfull mercie, Is nothing kin to fowle…

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the Law a tirant, And rather prou'd the sliding of your…

Isa. Oh pardon me my Lord, it oft fals out To haue, what we would haue, We speake…

Ang. We are all fraile.

Isa. Else let my brother die, If not a fedarie but onely he Owe, and succeed thy weaknesse.

Ang. Nay, women are fraile too.

Isa. I, as the glasses where they view themselues, Which are as easie broke as they make formes:…

Ang. I thinke it well: And from this testimonie of your owne sex (Since I suppose we are…

Isa. I haue no tongue but one; gentle my Lord, Let me entreate you speake the former language.

Ang. Plainlie conceiue I loue you.

Isa. My brother did loue Iuliet, And you tell me that he shall die for't.

Ang. He shall not Isabell if you giue me loue.

Isa. I know your vertue hath a licence in't, Which seemes a little fouler then it is, To…

Ang. Beleeue me on mine Honor, My words expresse my purpose.

Isa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd, And most pernitious purpose: Seeming, seeming. I will proclaime thee…

Ang. Who will beleeue thee Isabell? My vnsoild name, th' austeerenesse of my life, My vouch against you,…

Exit.

Isa. To whom should I complaine? Did I tell this, Who would beleeue me? O perilous mouthes That…

Exit.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Duke, Claudio, and Prouost.

Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope: I'haue hope to liue, and am prepar'd to…

Duke. Be absolute for death: either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:…

Cla. I humblie thanke you. To sue to liue, I finde I seeke to die, And seeking death,…

Enter Isabella.

Isab. What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good com­ panie.

Pro. Who's there? Come in, the wish deserues a welcome.

Duke. Deere sir, ere long Ile visit you againe.

Cla. Most holie Sir, I thanke you.

Isa. My businesse is a word or two with Claudio.

Pro. And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's your sister.

Duke. Prouost, a word with you.

Pro. As manie as you please.

Duke. Bring them to heare me speak, where I may be conceal'd.

Cla. Now sister, what's the comfort?

Isa. Why, As all comforts are: most good, most good indeede, Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends…

Clau. Is there no remedie?

Isa. None, but such remedie, as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine:

Clau. But is there anie?

Isa. Yes brother, you may liue; There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge, If you'l implore it,…

Cla. Perpetuall durance?

Isa. I iust, perpetuall durance, a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope.

Clau. But in what nature?

Isa. In such a one, as you consenting too't, Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare,…

Clau. Let me know the point.

Isa. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake, Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine, And…

Cla. Why giue you me this shame? Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse? If…

Isa. There spake my brother: there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:…

Cla. The prenzie, Angelo?

Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell, The damnest bodie to inuest, and couer In prenzie gardes;…

Cla. Oh heauens, it cannot be.

Isa. Yes, he would giu't thee; from this rank offence So to offend him still. This night's the…

Clau. Thou shalt not do't.

Isa. O, were it but my life, I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a…

Clau. Thankes deere Isabell.

Isa. Be readie Claudio, for your death to morrow.

Clau. Yes. Has he affections in him, That thus can make him bite the Law by th'nose, When…

Isa. Which is the least?

Cla. If it were damnable, he being so wise, Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie…

Isa. What saies my brother?

Cla. Death is a fearefull thing.

Isa. And shamed life, a hatefull.

Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where, To lie in cold obstruction, and to…

Isa. Alas, alas.

Cla. Sweet Sister, let me liue. What sinne you do, to saue a brothers life, Nature dispenses with…

Isa. Oh you beast, Oh faithlesse Coward, oh dishonest wretch, Wilt thou be made a man, out of…

Cla. Nay heare me Isabell.

Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie: Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade; Mercy to thee would proue it…

Cla. Oh heare me Isabella.

Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word.

Isa. What is your Will.

Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure, I would by and by haue some speech with you: the…

Isa. I haue no superfluous leysure, my stay must be stolen out of other affaires: but I will…

Duke. Son, I haue ouer‑heard what hath past between you & your sister. Angelo had neuer the purpose…

Cla. Let me ask my sister pardon, I am so out of loue with life, that I will…

Duke. Hold you there: farewell: Prouost, a word with you.

Pro. What's your will (father?)

Duk. That now you are come, you wil be gone: leaue me a while with the Maid, my…

Pro. In good time.

Exit.

Duk. The hand that hath made you faire, hath made you good: the goodnes that is cheape in…

Isab. I am now going to resolue him: I had rather my brother die by the Law, then…

Duke. That shall not be much amisse: yet, as the ma­ tter now stands, he will auoid your…

Isab. Let me heare you speake farther; I haue spirit to do any thing that appeares not fowle…

Duke. Vertue is bold, and goodnes neuer fearefull: Haue you not heard speake of Mariana the sister of…

Isa. I haue heard of the Lady, and good words went with her name.

Duke. Shee should this Angelo haue married: was af­ fianced to her oath, and the nuptiall appointed: between…

Isab. Can this be so? did Angelo so leaue her?

Duke. Left her in her teares, & dried not one of them with his comfort: swallowed his vowes…

Isab. What a merit were it in death to take this poore maid from the world? what corruption…

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heale: and the cure of it not onely saues…

Isab. Shew me how (good Father.)

Duk. This fore‑named Maid hath yet in her the con­ tinuance of her first affection: his vniust vnkindenesse…

Isab. The image of it giues me content already, and I trust it will grow to a most…

Duk. It lies much in your holding vp: haste you spee­ dily to Angelo, if for this night…

Isab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well good father.

Exit.

Enter Elbow, Clowne, Officers.

Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needes buy and sell men…

Duk. Oh heauens, what stuffe is heere.

Clow. Twas neuer merry world since of two vsuries the merriest was put downe, and the worser allow'd…

Elb. Come your way sir: 'blesse you good Father Frier.

Duk. 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 Theefe too…

Duke. Fie, sirrah, a Bawd, a wicked bawd, The euill that thou causest to be done, That is…

Clo. Indeed, it do's stinke in some sort, Sir: But yet Sir I would proue.

Duke. Nay, if the diuell haue giuen thee proofs for sin Thou wilt proue his. Take him to…

Elb. He must before the Deputy Sir, he ha's giuen him warning: the Deputy cannot abide a Whoreߛma­…

Duke. That we were all, as some would seeme to bee From our faults, as faults from seeming…

Enter Lucio.

Elb. His necke will come to your wast, a Cord sir.

Clo. I spy comfort, I cry baile: Here's a Gentleman, and a friend of mine.

Luc. How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What is…

Duke. Still thus, and thus: still vvorse?

Luc. How doth my deere Morsell, thy Mistris? Pro­ cures she still? Ha?

Clo. Troth sir, shee hath eaten vp all her beefe, and she is her selfe in the tub.

Luc. Why 'tis good: It is the right of it: it must be so. Euer your fresh Whore…

Clo. Yes faith sir.

Luc. Why 'tis not amisse Pompey: farewell: goe say I sent thee thether: for debt Pompey? Or how?

Elb. For being a baud, for being a baud.

Luc. Well, then imprison him: If imprisonment be the due of a baud, why 'tis his right. Baud…

Clo. I hope Sir, your good Worship wil be my baile?

Luc. No indeed wil I not Pompey, it is not the wear: I will pray (Pompey) to encrease…

Duke. And you.

Luc. Do's Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha?

Elb. Come your waies sir, come.

Clo. You will not baile me then Sir?

Luc. Then Pompey, nor now: what newes abroad Fr­ ier? What newes?

Elb. Come your waies sir, come.

Luc. Goe to kennell (Pompey) goe: What newes Frier of the Duke?

Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?

Luc. Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia: other some, he is in Rome: but where…

Duke. I know not where: but wheresoeuer, I wish him well.

Luc.It was a mad fantasticall tricke of him to steale from the State, and vsurpe the beggerie hee…

Duke. He do's well in't.

Luc. A little more lenitie to Lecherie would doe no harme in him: Something too crabbed that way,…

Duk. It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it.

Luc. Yes in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well allied, but it…

Duke. How should he be made then?

Luc. Some report, a Sea‑maid spawn'd him. Some, that he vvas begot betweene two Stock‑fishes. But it is…

Duke. You are pleasant sir, and speake apace.

Luc. Why, what a ruthlesse thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a Cod‑peece, to take…

Duke. I neuer heard the absent Duke much detected for Women, he was not enclin'd that vvay.

Luc. Oh Sir, you are deceiu'd.

Duke. 'Tis not possible.

Luc. Who, not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of fifty: and his vse was, to put a ducket…

Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

Luc. Sir, I vvas an inward of his: a shie fellow vvas the Duke, and I beleeue I…

Duke. What (I prethee) might be the cause?

Luc. No, pardon: 'Tis a secret must bee lockt with­ in the teeth and the lippes: but this…

Duke. Wise? Why no question but he was.

Luc. A very superficiall, ignorant, vnweighing fellow

Duke. Either this is Enuie in you, Folly, or mista­ king: The very streame of his life, and…

Luc. Sir, I know him, and I loue him.

Duke. Loue talkes with better knowledge, & know­ ledge with deare loue.

Luc. Come Sir, I know what I know.

Duke. I can hardly beleeue that, since you know not what you speake. But if euer the Duke…

Luc. Sir my name is Lucio, wel known to the Duke.

Duke. He shall know you better Sir, if I may liue to report you.

Luc. I feare you not.

Duke. O, you hope the Duke will returne no more: or you imagine me to vnhurtfull an opposite:…

Luc. Ile be hang'd first: Thou art deceiu'd in mee Friar. But no more of this: Canst thou…

Duke. Why should he die Sir?

Luc. Why? For filling a bottle with a Tunne‐dish: I would the Duke we talke of were return'd…

Exit.

Duke. No might, nor greatnesse in mortality Can censure scape: Back‑wounding calumnie The whitest vertue strikes. What King…

Enter Escalus, Prouost, and Bawd.

Esc. Go, away with her to prison.

Bawd. Good my Lord be good to mee, your Honor is accounted a mercifull man: good my Lord.

Esc. Double, and trebble admonition, and still for­ feite in the same kinde? This would make mercy sweare…

Pro. A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance, may it please your Honor.

Bawd. My Lord, this is one Lucio's information a­ gainst me, Mistris Kate Keepe‑downe was with childe by…

Esc. That fellow is a fellow of much License: Let him be call'd before vs, Away with her…

Pro. So please you, this Friar hath beene with him, and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death.

Esc. Good'euen, good Father.

Duke. Blisse, and goodnesse on you.

Esc. Of whence are you?

Duke. Not of this Countrie, though my chance is now To vse it for my time: I am…

Esc. What newes abroad i'th World?

Duke. None, but that there is so great a Feauor on goodnesse, that the dissolution of it must…

Esc. One, that aboue all other strifes, Contended especially to know himselfe.

Duke. What pleasure was he giuen to?

Esc. Rather reioycing to see another merry, then merrie at anie thing which profest to make him reioice.…

Duke. He professes to haue receiued no sinister mea­ sure from his Iudge, but most willingly humbles him­…

Esc. You haue paid the heauens your Function, and the prisoner the verie debt of your Calling. I…

Duke. If his owne life, Answere the straitnesse of his proceeding, It shall become him well: wherein if…

Esc. I am going to visit the prisoner, Fare you well.

Duke. Peace be with you. He who the sword of Heauen will beare, Should be as holy, as…

Exit.

Actus Quartus, Scœna prima.

Enter Mariana, and Boy singing.

Song. Take, oh take those lips away, that so sweetly were forsworne, And those eyes: the breake of…

Enter Duke.

Mar. Breake off thy song, and haste thee quick away, Here comes a man of comfort, whose aduice…

Duk. 'Tis good; though Musick oft hath such a charme To make bad, good; and good prouoake to…

Mar. You haue not bin enquir'd after: I haue sat here all day.

Enter Isabell.

Duk. I doe constantly beleeue you: the time is come euen now. I shall craue your forbearance a…

Mar. I am alwayes bound to you.

Exit.

Duk. Very well met, and well come: What is the newes from this good Deputie?

Isab. He hath a Garden circummur'd with Bricke, Whose westerne side is with a Vineyard back't; And to…

Duk. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?

Isab. I haue t'ane a due, and wary note vpon't, With whispering, and most guiltie diligence, In action…

Duk. Are there no other tokens Betweene you 'greed, concerning her obseruance?

Isab. No: none but onely a repaire ith'darke, And that I haue possest him, my most stay Can…

Duk. 'Tis well borne vp. I haue not yet made knowne to Mariana

Enter Mariana.

A word of this: what hoa, within; come forth,

I pray you be acquainted with this Maid,

She comes to doe you good.

Isab. I doe desire the like.

Duk. Do you perswade your selfe that I respect you?

Mar. Good Frier, I know you do, and haue found it.

Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand Who hath a storie readie for your eare: I…

Mar. Wilt please you walke aside.

Exit.

Duke. Oh Place, and greatnes: millions of false eies Are stucke vpon thee: volumes of report Run with…

Enter Mariana and Isabella.

Isab. Shee'll take the enterprize vpon her father, If you aduise it.

Duke. It is not my consent, But my entreaty too.

Isa. Little haue you to say When you depart from him, but soft and low, Remember now my…

Mar. Feare me not.

Duk. Nor gentle daughter, feare you not at all: He is your husband on a pre‑contract: To bring…

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Prouost and Clowne.

Pro. Come hither sirha; can you cut off a mans head?

Clo. If the man be a Bachelor Sir, I can: But if he be a married man, he's…

Pro. Come sir, leaue me your snatches, and yeeld mee a direct answere. To morrow morning are to…

Clo. Sir, I haue beene an vnlawfull bawd, time out of minde, but yet I will bee content…

Pro. What hoa, Abhorson: where's Abhorson there?

Enter Abhorson.

Abh. Doe you call sir?

Pro. Sirha, here's a fellow will helpe you to morrow in your execution: if you thinke it meet,…

Abh. A Bawd Sir? fie vpon him, he will discredit our mysterie.

Pro. Goe too Sir, you waigh equallie: a feather will turne the Scale.

Exit.

Clo. Pray sir, by your good fauor: for surely sir, a good fauor you haue, but that you…

Abh. I Sir, a Misterie.

Clo. Painting Sir, I haue heard say, is a Misterie; and your Whores sir, being members of my…

Abh. Sir, it is a Misterie.

Clo. Proofe.

Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.

Clo. If it be too little for your theefe, your true man thinkes it bigge enough. If it…

Enter Prouost.

Pro. Are you agreed?

Clo. Sir, I will serue him: For I do finde your Hang­ man is a more penitent Trade…

Pro. You sirrah, prouide your blocke and your Axe to morrow, foure a clocke.

Abh. Come on (Bawd) I will instruct thee in my Trade: follow.

Clo. I do desire to learne sir: and I hope, if you haue occasion to vse me for…

Exit.

Pro. Call hether Barnardine and Claudio: Th'one has my pitie; not a iot the other, Being a Murtherer,…

Enter Claudio.

Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death,

'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow

Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?

Cla. As fast lock'd vp in sleepe, as guiltlesse labour, When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,…

Pro. Who can do good on him? Well, go, prepare your selfe. But harke, what noise? Heauen giue…

Enter Duke.

Duke. The best, and wholsomst spirits of the night, Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?

Pro. None since the Curphew rung.

Duke. Not Isabell?

Pro. No.

Duke. They will then er't be long.

Pro. What comfort is for Claudio?

Duke. There's some in hope.

Pro. It is a bitter Deputie.

Duke. Not so, not so: his life is paralel'd Euen with the stroke and line of his great…

Pro. There he must stay vntil the Officer Arise to let him in: he is call'd vp.

Duke. Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet? But he must die to morrow?

Pro. None Sir, none.

Duke. As neere the dawning Prouost, as it is, You shall heare more ere Morning.

Pro. Happely You something know: yet I beleeue there comes No countermand: no such example haue we: Besides,…

Enter a Messenger.

Duke. This is his Lords man.

Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon.

Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note, And by mee this further charge; That you swerue not…

Pro. I shall obey him.

Duke. This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin, For which the Pardoner himselfe is in: Hence hath…

Pro. I told you: Lord Angelo (be‑like) thinking me remisse In mine Office, awakens mee With this vnwonted…

Duk. Pray you let's heare.

The Letter. Whatsoeuer you may heare to the contrary, let Claudio be ex­ ecuted by foure of the…

Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be execu­ ted in th'afternoone?

Pro. A Bohemian borne: But here nurst vp & bred, One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old.

Duke. How came it, that the absent Duke had not either deliuer'd him to his libertie, or executed…

Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him: And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of…

Duke. It is now apparant?

Pro. Most manifest, and not denied by himself.

Duke. Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison? How seemes he to be touch'd?

Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dread­ fully, but as a drunken sleepe, carelesse, wreaklesse, and…

Duke. He wants aduice.

Pro. He wil heare none: he hath euermore had the li­ berty of the prison: giue him leaue…

Duke. More of him anon: There is written in your brow Prouost, honesty and constancie; if I reade…

Pro. Pray Sir, in what?

Duke. In the delaying death.

Pro. Alacke, how may I do it? Hauing the houre li­ mited, and an expresse command, vnder penaltie,…

Duke. By the vow of mine Order, I warrant you, If my instructions may be your guide, Let…

Pro. Angelo hath seene them both, And will discouer the fauour.

Duke. Oh, death's a great disguiser, and you may adde to it; Shaue the head, and tie the…

Pro. Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath.

Duke. Were you sworne to the Duke, or to the De­ putie?

Pro. To him, and to his Substitutes.

Duke. You will thinke you haue made no offence, if the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing?

Pro. But what likelihood is in that?

Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty; yet since I see you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity,…

Pro. I know them both.

Duke. The Contents of this, is the returne of the Duke; you shall anon ouer‑reade it at your…

Exit.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Clowne.

Clo. I am as well acquainted heere, as I was in our house of profession: one would thinke…

Enter Abhorson.

Abh. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether.

Clo. Mr Barnardine, you must rise and be hang'd, Mr Barnardine.

Abh. What hoa Barnardine.

Barnardine within.

Bar. A pox o'your throats: who makes that noyse there? What are you?

Clo. Your friends Sir, the Hangman: You must be so good Sir to rise, and be put to…

Bar. Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepie.

Abh. Tell him he must awake, And that quickly too.

Clo. Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are ex­ ecuted, and sleepe afterwards.

Ab. Go in to him, and fetch him out.

Clo. He is comming Sir, he is comming: I heare his Straw russle.

Enter Barnardine.

Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke, sirrah?

Clo. Verie readie Sir.

Bar. How now Abhorson? What's the newes vvith you?

Abh. Truly Sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers: for looke you, the Warrants come.

Bar. You Rogue, I haue bin drinking all night, I am not fitted for't.

Clo. Oh, the better Sir: for he that drinkes all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning,…

Enter Duke.

Abh. Looke you Sir, heere comes your ghostly Fa­ ther: do we iest now thinke you?

Duke. Sir, induced by my charitie, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I am come to…

Bar. Friar, not I: I haue bin drinking hard all night, and I will haue more time to…

Duke. Oh sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you Looke forward on the iournie you shall go.

Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans per­ swasion.

Duke. But heare you:

Bar. Not a word: if you haue anie thing to say to me, come to my Ward: for…

Exit.

Enter Prouost.

Duke. Vnfit to liue, or die: oh grauell heart. After him (Fellowes) bring him to the blocke.

Pro. Now Sir, how do you finde the prisoner?

Duke. A creature vnpre‑par'd, vnmeet for death, And to transport him in the minde he is, Were damnable.

Pro. Heere in the prison, Father, There died this morning of a cruell Feauor, One Ragozine, a most…

Duke. Oh, 'tis an accident that heauen prouides: Dispatch it presently, the houre drawes on Prefixt by Angelo:…

Pro. This shall be done (good Father) presently: But Barnardine must die this afternoone, And how shall we…

Duke. Let this be done, Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio, Ere twice the Sun…

Pro. I am your free dependant.

Exit.

Duke. Quicke, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo Now wil I write Letters to Angelo, (The Prouost…

Enter Prouost.

Pro. Heere is the head, Ile carrie it my selfe.

Duke. Conuenient is it: Make a swift returne, For I would commune with you of such things, That…

Pro. Ile make all speede.

Exit.

Isabell within.

Isa. Peace hoa, be heere.

Duke. The tongue of Isabell. She's come to know, If yet her brothers pardon be come hither: But…

Enter Isabella.

Isa. Hoa, by your leaue.

Duke. Good morning to you, faire, and gracious daughter.

Isa. The better giuen me by so holy a man, Hath yet the Deputie sent my brothers pardon?

Duke. He hath releasd him, Isabell, from the world, His head is off, and sent to Angelo.

Isa. Nay, but it is not so.

Duke. It is no other, Shew your wisedome daughter in your close patience.

Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies.

Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight.

Isa. Vnhappie Claudio, wretched Isabell, Iniurious world, most damned Angelo.

Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a iot, Forbeare it therefore, giue your cause to heauen.…

Isa. I am directed by you.

Duk. This Letter then to Friar Peter giue, 'Tis that he sent me of the Dukes returne: Say,…

Enter Lucio.

Luc. Good'euen; Frier, where's the Prouost?

Duke. Not within Sir.

Luc. Oh prettie Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must…

Duke. Sir, the Duke is marueilous little beholding to your reports, but the best is, he liues not…

Luc. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so wel as I do: he's a better woodman then thou…

Duke. Well: you'l answer this one day. Fare ye well.

Luc. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee, I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke.

Duke. You haue told me too many of him already sir if they be true: if not true,…

Lucio. I was once before him for getting a Wench with childe.

Duke. Did you such a thing?

Luc. Yes marrie did I; but I was faine to forswear it, They would else haue married me…

Duke. Sir your company is fairer then honest, rest you well.

Lucio. By my troth Ile go with thee to the lanes end: if baudy talke offend you, wee'l…

Exeunt

Scena Quarta.

Enter Angelo & Escalus.

Esc. Euery Letter he hath writ, hath disuouch'd other.

An. In most vneuen and distracted manner, his actions show much like to madnesse, pray heauen his wisedome…

Esc. I ghesse not.

Ang. And why should wee proclaime it in an howre before his entring, that if any craue redresse…

Esc. He showes his reason for that: to haue a dispatch of Complaints, and to deliuer vs from…

Ang. Well: I beseech you let it bee proclaim'd be­ times i'th' morne, Ile call you at your…

Esc. I shall sir: fareyouwell.

Exit.

Ang. Good night. This deede vnshapes me quite, makes me vnpregnant And dull to all proceedings. A deflowred…

Exit.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Duke and Frier Peter.

Duke. These Letters at fit time deliuer me, The Prouost knowes our purpose and our plot, The matter…

Peter. It shall be speeded well.

Enter Varrius.

Duke. I thank thee Varrius, thou hast made good hast, Come, we will walke: There's other of our…

Exeunt.

Scena Sexta.

Enter Isabella and Mariana.

Isab. To speake so indirectly I am loath, I would say the truth, but to accuse him so…

Mar. Be rul'd by him.

Isab. Besides he tells me, that if peraduenture He speake against me on the aduerse side, I should…

Enter Peter.

Mar. I would Frier Peter

Isab. Oh peace, the Frier is come.

Peter. Come I haue found you out a stand most fit, Where you may haue such vantage on…

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Duke, Uarrius, Lords, Angelo, Esculus, Lucio, Citizens at seuerall doores.

Duk. My very worthy Cosen, fairely met, Our old, and faithfull friend, we are glad to see you.

Ang. Esc. Happy returne be to your royall grace.

Duk. Many and harty thankings to you both: We haue made enquiry of you, and we heare Such…

Ang. You make my bonds still greater.

Duk. Oh your desert speaks loud, & I should wrong it To locke it in the wards of…

Enter Peter and Isabella.

Peter. Now is your time Speake loud, and kneele before him.

Isab. Iustice, O royall Duke, vaile your regard Vpon a wrong'd (I would faine haue said a Maid)…

Duk. Relate your wrongs; In what, by whom? be briefe: Here is Lord Angelo shall giue you Iustice,…

Isab. Oh worthy Duke, You bid me seeke redemption of the diuell, Heare me your selfe: for that…

Ang. My Lord, her wits I feare me are not firme: She hath bin a suitor to me,…

Isab. By course of Iustice.

Ang. And she will speake most bitterly, and strange.

Isab. Most strange: but yet most truely wil I speake, That Angelo's forsworne, is it not strange? That…

Duke. Nay it is ten times strange?

Isa. It is not truer he is Angelo, Then this is all as true, as it is strange;…

Duke. Away with her: poore soule She speakes this, in th'infirmity of sence.

Isa. Oh Prince, I coniure thee, as thou beleeu'st There is another comfort, then this world, That thou…

Duke. By mine honesty If she be mad, as I beleeue no other, Her madnesse hath the oddest…

Isab. Oh gracious Duke Harpe not on that; nor do not banish reason For inequality, but let your…

Duk. Many that are not mad Haue sure more lacke of reason: What would you say?

Isab. I am the Sister of one Claudio, Condemnd vpon the Act of Fornication To loose his head,…

Luc. That's I, and't like your Grace: I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her, To try…

Isab. That's he indeede.

Duk. You were not bid to speake.

Luc. No, my good Lord, Nor wish'd to hold my peace.

Duk. I wish you now then, Pray you take note of it: and when you haue A businesse…