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MEASURE FOR MEASURE
DRAMATIS PERSONAE

VINCENTIO       the Duke. (DUKE VINCENTIO:)

Two other gentlemen.
(First Gentleman:)
(Second Gentleman:)
Provost.

| two friars.

A Justice.

ABHORSON        an executioner.

BARNARDINE      a dissolute prisoner.

ISABELLA        sister to Claudio.

FRANCISCA       a nun.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       a bawd.

Lords, Officers, Citizens, Boy, and Attendant. (Servant:)
(Messenger:)

MEASURE FOR MEASURE

[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, ESCALUS, Lords and
Attendants]

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: then no more remains,
        But that to your sufficiency [           ]
        [                  ] as your Worth is able,
        And let them work. The nature of our people,
        Our city's institutions, and the terms
        For common justice, you're as pregnant in
        As art and practise hath enriched any

That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither, I say, bid come before us Angelo.
[Exit an Attendant]
What figure of us think you he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love, And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?

ESCALUS

If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is Lord Angelo.

DUKE VINCENTIO                    Look where he comes.

[Enter ANGELO]

ANGELO

Always obedient to your grace's will,
I come to know your pleasure.

There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him advertise;
Hold therefore, Angelo:--
In our remove be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary. Take thy commission.

ANGELO

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it.

We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us, and do look to know
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well; To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commissions.

ANGELO

Yet give leave, my lord,
That we may bring you something on the way.

Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple; your scope is as mine own So to enforce or qualify the laws
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand: I'll privily away. I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Through it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and Aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.

DUKE

I thank you. Fare you well.

[Exit]

ESCALUS

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 my place: A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.

ANGELO

'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together,
And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point.

[Exeunt]
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SCENE II        A Street.

[Enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen]

LUCIO

If the duke with the other dukes come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the dukes fall upon the king.

Hungary's!

Second Gentleman        Amen.

LUCIO

Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table.

Second Gentleman        'Thou shalt not steal'?

all the rest from their functions: they put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for peace.

Second Gentleman        I never heard any soldier dislike it.

LUCIO

I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where grace was said.

Second Gentleman        No? a dozen times at least.

LUCIO

Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.

LUCIO

I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.

a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak
feelingly now?

LUCIO

I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.

Second Gentleman        Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.

LUCIO

Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to--

Second Gentleman        To what, I pray?

LUCIO   Judge.

Second Gentleman        To three thousand dolours a year.

art full of error; I am sound.

LUCIO

Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.

[Enter MISTRESS OVERDONE]

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried
        to prison was worth five thousand of you all.

Second Gentleman        Who's that, I pray thee?

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.

First Gentleman Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested, saw
        him carried away; and, which is more, within these
        three days his head to be chopped off.

LUCIO

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

MISTRESS OVERDONE       I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam
        Julietta with child.

LUCIO

Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.

Second Gentleman        Besides, you know, it draws something near to the
        speech we had to such a purpose.

[Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen]

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what
        with the gallows and what with poverty, I am
        custom-shrunk.

[Enter POMPEY]
How now! what's the news with you?

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Well; what has he done?

POMPEY  A woman.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       But what's his offence?

POMPEY  Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       What, is there a maid with child by him?

POMPEY

No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?

MISTRESS OVERDONE       What proclamation, man?

POMPEY  All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       And what shall become of those in the city?

POMPEY

They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be
        pulled down?

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!
        What shall become of me?

POMPEY

Come; fear you not: good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage! there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw.

POMPEY

Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's Madam Juliet.

[Exeunt]
[Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers]

CLAUDIO

Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

Provost

I do it not in evil disposition,
But from Lord Angelo by special charge.

CLAUDIO

Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.

[Re-enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen]

CLAUDIO

From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.

LUCIO

If could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment. What's thy offence, Claudio?

LUCIO

A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so look'd after?

CLAUDIO

Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract I got possession of Julietta's bed: You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order: this we came not to, Only for propagation of a dower Remaining in the coffer of her friends, From whom we thought it meet to hide our love Till time had made them for us. But it chances The stealth of our most mutual entertainment With character too gross is writ on Juliet.

CLAUDIO

Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke-- Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his emmence that fills it up, I stagger in:--but this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall So long that nineteen zodiacs have gone round And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name.

LUCIO

I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to him.

CLAUDIO

I have done so, but he's not to be found.
I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service: This day my sister should the cloister enter And there receive her approbation: Acquaint her with the danger of my state: Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him: I have great hope in that; for in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade.

LUCIO

I pray she may; as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.

LUCIO   Within two hours.

CLAUDIO                   Come, officer, away!

[Exeunt]
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SCENE III       A monastery.

[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO and FRIAR THOMAS]

Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth.

FRIAR THOMAS                      May your grace speak of it?

How I have ever loved the life removed
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo,
A man of stricture and firm abstinence,
My absolute power and place here in Vienna, And he supposes me travell'd to Poland;
For so I have strew'd it in the common ear, And so it is received. Now, pious sir,
You will demand of me why I do this?

The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds, Which for this nineteen years we have let slip; Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight
For terror, not to use, in time the rod
Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; And liberty plucks justice by the nose;
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

FRIAR THOMAS                      It rested in your grace
        To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased:
        And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd
        Than in Lord Angelo.

Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, 'Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass
And not the punishment. Therefore indeed, my father, I have on Angelo imposed the office;
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the fight
To do in slander. And to behold his sway,
I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee, Supply me with the habit and instruct me
How I may formally in person bear me
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action At our more leisure shall I render you;
Only, this one: Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE IV        A nunnery.

[Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA]

ISABELLA        And have you nuns no farther privileges?

FRANCISCA       Are not these large enough?

ISABELLA        Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;
        But rather wishing a more strict restraint
        Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare.

LUCIO   [Within]  Ho! Peace be in this place!

ISABELLA        Who's that which calls?

FRANCISCA       It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella,
        Turn you the key, and know his business of him;
        You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn.
        When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men
        But in the presence of the prioress:

Then, if you speak, you must not show your face, Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you, answer him.
[Exit]

ISABELLA        Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls

[Enter LUCIO]

LUCIO

Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio?

ISABELLA        Why 'her unhappy brother'? let me ask,
        The rather for I now must make you know
        I am that Isabella and his sister.

LUCIO

Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.

ISABELLA        Woe me! for what?

LUCIO

For that which, if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks: He hath got his friend with child.

ISABELLA        Sir, make me not your story.

LUCIO

It is true.
I would not--though 'tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest, Tongue far from heart--play with all virgins so: I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. By your renouncement an immortal spirit, And to be talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint.

ISABELLA        You do blaspheme the good in mocking me.

LUCIO

Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus: Your brother and his lover have embraced: As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.

ISABELLA        Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet?

LUCIO   Is she your cousin?

ISABELLA        Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names
        By vain though apt affection.

LUCIO   She it is.

ISABELLA        O, let him marry her.

LUCIO

This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, In hand and hope of action: but we do learn By those that know the very nerves of state, His givings-out were of an infinite distance From his true-meant design. Upon his place, And with full line of his authority, Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense, But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. He--to give fear to use and liberty, Which have for long run by the hideous law, As mice by lions--hath pick'd out an act, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example. All hope is gone, Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo: and that's my pith of business 'Twixt you and your poor brother.

ISABELLA        Doth he so seek his life?

LUCIO

Has censured him
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath A warrant for his execution.

ISABELLA        Alas! what poor ability's in me
        To do him good?

LUCIO                     Assay the power you have.

ISABELLA        My power? Alas, I doubt--

LUCIO

Our doubts are traitors
And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. Go to Lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them.

ISABELLA        I'll see what I can do.

LUCIO   But speedily.

ISABELLA        I will about it straight;
        No longer staying but to give the mother
        Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you:
        Commend me to my brother: soon at night
        I'll send him certain word of my success.

LUCIO   I take my leave of you.

ISABELLA        Good sir, adieu.

[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

[Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, and a Justice, Provost, Officers, and other Attendants, behind]

ANGELO

We must not make a scarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.

ESCALUS

Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman Whom I would save, had a most noble father! Let but your honour know, Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue, That, in the working of your own affections, Had time cohered with place or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you.

ANGELO

'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice, That justice seizes: what know the laws That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't Because we see it; but what we do not see We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.

ANGELO

See that Claudio
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.

[Exit Provost]

ESCALUS

[Aside] Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

[Enter ELBOW, and Officers with FROTH and POMPEY]

ELBOW

Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a commonweal that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them away.

ELBOW

If it Please your honour, I am the poor duke's constable, and my name is Elbow: I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors.

ANGELO

Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors?

ELBOW

If it? please your honour, I know not well what they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world that good Christians ought to have.

ANGELO

Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow?

ELBOW

He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.

ELBOW

I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.

ELBOW

Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.

ELBOW

Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone's means: but as she spit in his face, so she defied him.

ELBOW

Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man; prove it.

POMPEY

Sir, she came in great with child; and longing, saving your honour's reverence, for stewed prunes; sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes,--

POMPEY

No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in the right: but to the point. As I say, this Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great-bellied, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; for, as you know, Master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.

POMPEY

Very well: you being then, if you be remembered, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,--

POMPEY

Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be remembered, that such a one and such a one were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you,--

ESCALUS

Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her.

POMPEY

Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave. And, I beseech you, look into Master Froth here, sir; a man of four-score pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas: was't not at Hallowmas, Master Froth?

POMPEY

Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where indeed you have a delight to sit, have you not?

ANGELO

This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave. And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all.

[Exit ANGELO]
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?

POMPEY

I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face. Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?

POMPEY

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would know that of your honour.

ELBOW

First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman.

POMPEY

By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected person than any of us all.

ELBOW

Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! the time has yet to come that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child.

ESCALUS

Which is the wiser here? Justice or Iniquity? Is this true?

ELBOW

O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! I respected with her before I was married to her! If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer. Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee.

ESCALUS

If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have your action of slander too.

ELBOW

Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff?

ESCALUS

Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in him that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him continue in his courses till thou knowest what they are.

ELBOW

Marry, I thank your worship for it. Thou seest, thou wicked varlet, now, what's come upon thee: thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou art to continue.

ESCALUS

Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters: they will draw you, Master Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.

FROTH

I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a tap-house, but I am drawn in.

[Exit FROTH]
Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your name, Master tapster?

ESCALUS

Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that in the beastliest sense you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you.

ESCALUS

How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?

ESCALUS

But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

POMPEY

Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the city?

POMPEY

Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

ESCALUS

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

POMPEY

If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it after three-pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so.

ESCALUS

Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Caesar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you well.

[Aside]
but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine.
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade:
The valiant heart is not whipt out of his trade.
[Exit]

ESCALUS

Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?

ESCALUS

I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time. You say, seven years together?

ESCALUS

Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon 't: are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it?

ELBOW

Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.

ESCALUS

Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.

[Exit ELBOW]
What's o'clock, think you?

ESCALUS

It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.

ESCALUS

It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: But yet,--poor Claudio! There is no remedy. Come, sir.

[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE II        Another room in the same.

[Enter Provost and a Servant]

Servant

He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight I'll tell him of you.

[Exit Servant]

                                  I'll know

His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas,
He hath but as offended in a dream!
All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he To die for't!
[Enter ANGELO]

ANGELO                    Now, what's the matter. Provost?

ANGELO

Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again?

Provost

Lest I might be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen, When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom.

ANGELO

Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared.

Provost

I crave your honour's pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? She's very near her hour.

ANGELO

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

[Re-enter Servant]

Servant

Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
Desires access to you.

Provost

Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already.

ANGELO                    Well, let her be admitted.

[Exit Servant]
See you the fornicatress be removed:
Let have needful, but not lavish, means;
There shall be order for't.
[Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO]

[To ISABELLA]
You're welcome: what's your will?

ISABELLA        I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
        Please but your honour hear me.

ISABELLA        There is a vice that most I do abhor,
        And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
        For which I would not plead, but that I must;
        For which I must not plead, but that I am
        At war 'twixt will and will not.

ISABELLA        I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
        I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
        And not my brother.

ANGELO

Condemn the fault and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.

ISABELLA        O just but severe law!
        I had a brother, then. Heaven keep your honour!

LUCIO

[Aside to ISABELLA] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: You are too cold; if you should need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To him, I say!

ISABELLA        Must he needs die?

ANGELO                    Maiden, no remedy.

ISABELLA        Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
        And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.

ISABELLA                          But can you, if you would?

ANGELO  Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.

ISABELLA        But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,
        If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
        As mine is to him?

ANGELO                    He's sentenced; 'tis too late.

LUCIO   [Aside to ISABELLA]  You are too cold.

ISABELLA        Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word.
        May call it back again. Well, believe this,
        No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
        Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
        The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,

Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.
If he had been as you and you as he,
You would have slipt like him; but he, like you, Would not have been so stern.

ISABELLA        I would to heaven I had your potency,
        And you were Isabel! should it then be thus?
        No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
        And what a prisoner.

Ay, touch him; there's the vein.

ANGELO

Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.

ISABELLA        Alas, alas!
        Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
        And He that might the vantage best have took
        Found out the remedy. How would you be,
        If He, which is the top of judgment, should

But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.

ANGELO                    Be you content, fair maid;
        It is the law, not I condemn your brother:
        Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
        It should be thus with him: he must die tomorrow.

ISABELLA        To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him!
        He's not prepared for death. Even for our kitchens
        We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven
        With less respect than we do minister
        To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you;
        Who is it that hath died for this offence?
        There's many have committed it.

LUCIO   [Aside to ISABELLA]           Ay, well said.

ANGELO

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Those many had not dared to do that evil, If the first that did the edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed: now 'tis awake Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, Either new, or by remissness new-conceived, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born, Are now to have no successive degrees, But, ere they live, to end.

ISABELLA        Yet show some pity.

ANGELO

I show it most of all when I show justice;
For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.

ISABELLA        So you must be the first that gives this sentence,
        And he, that suffer's. O, it is excellent
        To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
        To use it like a giant.

LUCIO   [Aside to ISABELLA]   That's well said.

ISABELLA        Could great men thunder
        As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
        For every pelting, petty officer
        Would use his heaven for thunder;
        Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven,

Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.

LUCIO

[Aside to ISABELLA] O, to him, to him, wench! he will relent; He's coming; I perceive 't.

ISABELLA        We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
        Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them,
        But in the less foul profanation.

LUCIO   Thou'rt i' the right, girl; more o, that.

ISABELLA        That in the captain's but a choleric word,
        Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

ISABELLA        Because authority, though it err like others,
        Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
        That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom;
        Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
        That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

A natural guiltiness such as is his,
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.

ANGELO

[Aside] She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare you well.

ISABELLA        Gentle my lord, turn back.

ANGELO  I will bethink me: come again tomorrow.

ISABELLA        Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back.

ANGELO  How! bribe me?

ISABELLA        Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you.

LUCIO   [Aside to ISABELLA]  You had marr'd all else.

ISABELLA        Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
        Or stones whose rates are either rich or poor
        As fancy values them; but with true prayers
        That shall be up at heaven and enter there
        Ere sun-rise, prayers from preserved souls,

From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal.

LUCIO   [Aside to ISABELLA]  Go to; 'tis well; away!

ISABELLA        Heaven keep your honour safe!

ANGELO

[Aside] Amen:
For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross.

ISABELLA        At what hour to-morrow
        Shall I attend your lordship?

ISABELLA        'Save your honour!

[Exeunt ISABELLA, LUCIO, and Provost]

ANGELO                    From thee, even from thy virtue!
        What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?
        The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
        Ha!
        Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I

That, lying by the violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie! What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good? O, let her brother live! Thieves for their robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves. What, do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again,
And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite. Even till now,
When men were fond, I smiled and wonder'd how.
[Exit]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE III       A room in a prison.

[Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as a friar, and Provost]

I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison. Do me the common right
To let me see them and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly.

[Enter JULIET]
Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine, Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: she is with child; And he that got it, sentenced; a young man
More fit to do another such offence
Than die for this.

Provost                   As I do think, to-morrow.
        I have provided for you: stay awhile,

[To JULIET]
And you shall be conducted.

And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.

Was mutually committed?

As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven, Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it, But as we stand in fear,--

JULIET

I do repent me, as it is an evil,
And take the shame with joy.

Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, And I am going with instruction to him.
Grace go with you, Benedicite!
[Exit]

JULIET

Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror!

[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE IV        A room in ANGELO's house.

[Enter ANGELO]

ANGELO

When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects. Heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein--let no man hear me--I take pride, Could I with boot change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place, O form, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood: Let's write good angel on the devil's horn: 'Tis not the devil's crest.

[Enter a Servant]

                      How now! who's there?

[Exit Servant]
O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Must needs appear offence.
[Enter ISABELLA]

                     How now, fair maid?

ISABELLA        I am come to know your pleasure.

ANGELO

That you might know it, would much better please me Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.

ISABELLA        Even so. Heaven keep your honour!

ANGELO

Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you or I yet he must die.

ISABELLA        Under your sentence?

ANGELO  Yea.

ISABELLA        When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
        Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
        That his soul sicken not.

ANGELO

Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's image In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made As to put metal in restrained means To make a false one.

ISABELLA        'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.

ANGELO

Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.
Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness As she that he hath stain'd?

ISABELLA        Sir, believe this,
        I had rather give my body than my soul.

ANGELO

I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt.

ISABELLA        How say you?

ANGELO

Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this: I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Might there not be a charity in sin To save this brother's life?

ISABELLA        Please you to do't,
        I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
        It is no sin at all, but charity.

ANGELO

Pleased you to do't at peril of your soul,
Were equal poise of sin and charity.

ISABELLA        That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
        Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
        If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer
        To have it added to the faults of mine,
        And nothing of your answer.

ANGELO

Nay, but hear me.
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so craftily; and that's not good.

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

ANGELO

Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright
When it doth tax itself; as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die.

ISABELLA        So.

ANGELO

And his offence is so, as it appears,
Accountant to the law upon that pain.

ISABELLA        True.

ANGELO

Admit no other way to save his life,--
As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question,--that you, his sister, Finding yourself desired of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-building law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You must lay down the treasures of your body To this supposed, or else to let him suffer; What would you do?

ISABELLA        As much for my poor brother as myself:
        That is, were I under the terms of death,
        The impression of keen whips I'ld wear as rubies,
        And strip myself to death, as to a bed
        That longing have been sick for, ere I'ld yield

My body up to shame.

ISABELLA        And 'twere the cheaper way:
        Better it were a brother died at once,
        Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
        Should die for ever.

ANGELO

Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
That you have slander'd so?

ISABELLA        Ignomy in ransom and free pardon
        Are of two houses: lawful mercy
        Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

ANGELO

You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; And rather proved the sliding of your brother A merriment than a vice.

ISABELLA        O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
        To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean:
        I something do excuse the thing I hate,
        For his advantage that I dearly love.

ISABELLA                          Else let my brother die,
        If not a feodary, but only he
        Owe and succeed thy weakness.

ISABELLA        Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;
        Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
        Women! Help Heaven! men their creation mar
        In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;
        For we are soft as our complexions are,

And credulous to false prints.

ANGELO

I think it well:
And from this testimony of your own sex,-- Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,--let me be bold; I do arrest your words. Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If you be one, as you are well express'd By all external warrants, show it now, By putting on the destined livery.

ISABELLA        I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
        Let me entreat you speak the former language.

ISABELLA        My brother did love Juliet,
        And you tell me that he shall die for it.

ISABELLA        I know your virtue hath a licence in't,
        Which seems a little fouler than it is,
        To pluck on others.

ANGELO

Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.

ISABELLA        Ha! little honour to be much believed,
        And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
        I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
        Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
        Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
        What man thou art.

ANGELO                    Who will believe thee, Isabel?
        My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
        My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
        Will so your accusation overweigh,
        That you shall stifle in your own report

And smell of calumny. I have begun,
And now I give my sensual race the rein:
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will;
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
[Exit]

ISABELLA        To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
        Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
        That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
        Either of condemnation or approof;
        Bidding the law make court'sy to their will:

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.
That, had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up, Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd pollution.
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.
[Exit]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before, CLAUDIO, and Provost]

CLAUDIO

The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope: I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.

Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun And yet runn'st toward him still. Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st Are nursed by baseness. Thou'rt by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not; For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get, And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none; For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age, But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.

CLAUDIO

I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

ISABELLA        [Within]  What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company!

[Enter ISABELLA]

ISABELLA        My business is a word or two with Claudio.

[Exeunt DUKE VINCENTIO and Provost]

ISABELLA        Why,
        As all comforts are; most good, most good indeed.
        Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
        Intends you for his swift ambassador,
        Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:

Therefore your best appointment make with speed; To-morrow you set on.

ISABELLA        None, but such remedy as, to save a head,
        To cleave a heart in twain.

ISABELLA        Yes, brother, you may live:
        There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
        If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
        But fetter you till death.

ISABELLA        Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,
        Though all the world's vastidity you had,
        To a determined scope.

ISABELLA        In such a one as, you consenting to't,
        Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear,
        And leave you naked.

ISABELLA        O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
        Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,
        And six or seven winters more respect
        Than a perpetual honour. Darest thou die?
        The sense of death is most in apprehension;

And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

CLAUDIO

Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms.

ISABELLA        There spake my brother; there my father's grave
        Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
        Thou art too noble to conserve a life
        In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,
        Whose settled visage and deliberate word

Nips youth i' the head and follies doth emmew As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil
His filth within being cast, he would appear A pond as deep as hell.

ISABELLA        O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
        The damned'st body to invest and cover
        In prenzie guards! Dost thou think, Claudio?
        If I would yield him my virginity,
        Thou mightst be freed.

ISABELLA        Yes, he would give't thee, from this rank offence,
        So to offend him still. This night's the time
        That I should do what I abhor to name,
        Or else thou diest to-morrow.

ISABELLA        O, were it but my life,
        I'ld throw it down for your deliverance
        As frankly as a pin.

ISABELLA        Be ready, Claudio, for your death tomorrow.

CLAUDIO

Yes. Has he affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin, Or of the deadly seven, it is the least.

ISABELLA        Which is the least?

CLAUDIO

If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why would he for the momentary trick Be perdurably fined? O Isabel!

ISABELLA        What says my brother?

CLAUDIO Death is a fearful thing.

ISABELLA        And shamed life a hateful.

CLAUDIO

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.

ISABELLA        Alas, alas!

CLAUDIO           Sweet sister, let me live:
        What sin you do to save a brother's life,
        Nature dispenses with the deed so far
        That it becomes a virtue.

ISABELLA        O you beast!
        O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!
        Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
        Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
        From thine own sister's shame? What should I think?

Heaven shield my mother play'd my father fair! For such a warped slip of wilderness
Ne'er issued from his blood. Take my defiance! Die, perish! Might but my bending down
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, No word to save thee.

ISABELLA        O, fie, fie, fie!
        Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade.
        Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
        'Tis best thou diest quickly.

[Re-enter DUKE VINCENTIO]

ISABELLA        What is your will?

by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require is likewise your own benefit.

ISABELLA        I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be
        stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you awhile.

[Walks apart]

and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her virtue to practise his judgment with the disposition of natures: she, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive. I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to death: do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: tomorrow you must die; go to your knees and make ready.

CLAUDIO

Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love with life that I will sue to be rid of it.

[Exit CLAUDIO]
Provost, a word with you!
[Re-enter Provost]

awhile with the maid: my mind promises with my habit no loss shall touch her by my company.

[Exit Provost. ISABELLA comes forward]

the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, shall keep the body of it ever fair. The assault that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath conveyed to my understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How will you do to content this substitute, and to save your brother?

ISABELLA        I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my
        brother die by the law than my son should be
        unlawfully born. But, O, how much is the good duke
        deceived in Angelo! If ever he return and I can
        speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or

discover his government.

now stands, he will avoid your accusation; he made trial of you only. Therefore fasten your ear on my advisings: to the love I have in doing good a remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe that you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your brother from the angry law; do no stain to your own gracious person; and much please the absent duke, if peradventure he shall ever return to have hearing of this business.

ISABELLA        Let me hear you speak farther. I have spirit to do
        anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.

you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of Frederick the great soldier who miscarried at sea?

ISABELLA        I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name.

to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed: between which time of the contract and limit of the solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at sea, having in that perished vessel the dowry of his sister. But mark how heavily this befell to the poor gentlewoman: there she lost a noble and renowned brother, in his love toward her ever most kind and natural; with him, the portion and sinew of her fortune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her combinate husband, this well-seeming Angelo.

ISABELLA        Can this be so? did Angelo so leave her?

with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, pretending in her discoveries of dishonour: in few, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not.

ISABELLA        What a merit were it in death to take this poor maid
        from the world! What corruption in this life, that
        it will let this man live! But how out of this can she avail?

cure of it not only saves your brother, but keeps you from dishonour in doing it.

ISABELLA        Show me how, good father.

of her first affection: his unjust unkindness, that in all reason should have quenched her love, hath, like an impediment in the current, made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; answer his requiring with a plausible obedience; agree with his demands to the point; only refer yourself to this advantage, first, that your stay with him may not be long; that the time may have all shadow and silence in it; and the place answer to convenience. This being granted in course,--and now follows all,--we shall advise this wronged maid to stead up your appointment, go in your place; if the encounter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may compel him to her recompense: and here, by this, is your brother saved, your honour untainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame and make fit for his attempt. If you think well to carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof. What think you of it?

ISABELLA        The image of it gives me content already; and I
        trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.

to Angelo: if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to Saint Luke's: there, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. At that place call upon me; and dispatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly.

ISABELLA        I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father.

[Exeunt severally]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE II        The street before the prison.

[Enter, on one side, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before; on the other, ELBOW, and Officers with POMPEY]

ELBOW

Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.

POMPEY

'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.

this man made you, sir?

ELBOW

Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have sent to the deputy.

The evil that thou causest to be done,
That is thy means to live. Do thou but think What 'tis to cram a maw or clothe a back
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,
From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,
So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend.

POMPEY

Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, sir, I would prove--

Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer: Correction and instruction must both work
Ere this rude beast will profit.

ELBOW

He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.

From our faults, as faults from seeming, free!

POMPEY

I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a friend of mine.

[Enter LUCIO]

LUCIO

How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The trick of it?

LUCIO

How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still, ha?

POMPEY

Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.

LUCIO

Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd: an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?

LUCIO

Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?

LUCIO

Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.

LUCIO

No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: If you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. 'Bless you, friar.

LUCIO

Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar? what news?

[Exeunt ELBOW, POMPEY and Officers]
What news, friar, of the duke?

LUCIO

Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?

LUCIO

It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to 't.

LUCIO

A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar.

LUCIO

Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well allied: but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and woman after this downright way of creation: is it true, think you?

LUCIO

Some report a sea-maid spawned him; some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion generative; that's infallible.

LUCIO

Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a man! Would the duke that is absent have done this? Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport: he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.

women; he was not inclined that way.

LUCIO

Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too; that let me inform you.

LUCIO

Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the duke: and I believe I know the cause of his withdrawing.

LUCIO

No, pardon; 'tis a secret must be locked within the teeth and the lips: but this I can let you understand, the greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.

the very stream of his life and the business he hath helmed must upon a warranted need give him a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings-forth, and he shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. Therefore you speak unskilfully: or if your knowledge be more it is much darkened in your malice.

dearer love.

you speak. But, if ever the duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?

report you.

imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I can do you little harm; you'll forswear this again.

LUCIO

I'll be hanged first: thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio die to-morrow or no?

LUCIO

Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would the duke we talk of were returned again: the ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with continency; sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light: would he were returned! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell.

[Exit]

Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue? But who comes here?
[Enter ESCALUS, Provost, and Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE]

MISTRESS OVERDONE       Good my lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted
        a merciful man; good my lord.

ESCALUS

Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play the tyrant.

Provost

A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may it please your honour.

MISTRESS OVERDONE       My lord, this is one Lucio's information against me.
        Mistress Kate Keepdown was with child by him in the
        duke's time; he promised her marriage: his child
        is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob:
        I have kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse me!

ESCALUS

That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to; no more words.

[Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE]
Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered; Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation. if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with him.

Provost

So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death.

To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the See
In special business from his holiness.

goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure; but security enough to make fellowships accurst: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke?

ESCALUS

One that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.

ESCALUS

Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed to make him rejoice: a gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous; and let me desire to know how you find Claudio prepared. I am made to understand that you have lent him visitation.

from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice: yet had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I by my good leisure have discredited to him, and now is he resolved to die.

ESCALUS

You have paid the heavens your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have laboured for the poor gentleman to the extremest shore of my modesty: but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him he is indeed Justice.

proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself.

[Exeunt ESCALUS and Provost]
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Twice treble shame on Angelo,
To weed my vice and let his grow!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
How may likeness made in crimes,
Making practise on the times,
To draw with idle spiders' strings
Most ponderous and substantial things!
Craft against vice I must apply:
With Angelo to-night shall lie
His old betrothed but despised;
So disguise shall, by the disguised,
Pay with falsehood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting.
[Exit]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

[Enter MARIANA and a Boy]
[Boy sings]
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.

MARIANA

Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away: Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.

[Exit Boy]
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish
You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth it much displeased, but pleased my woe.

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.

MARIANA

You have not been inquired after:
I have sat here all day.

[Enter ISABELLA]

now. I shall crave your forbearance a little: may be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.

[Exit]

What is the news from this good deputy?

ISABELLA        He hath a garden circummured with brick,
        Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd;
        And to that vineyard is a planched gate,
        That makes his opening with this bigger key:
        This other doth command a little door

Which from the vineyard to the garden leads; There have I made my promise
Upon the heavy middle of the night
To call upon him.

ISABELLA        I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't:
        With whispering and most guilty diligence,
        In action all of precept, he did show me
        The way twice o'er.

Between you 'greed concerning her observance?

ISABELLA        No, none, but only a repair i' the dark;
        And that I have possess'd him my most stay
        Can be but brief; for I have made him know
        I have a servant comes with me along,
        That stays upon me, whose persuasion is

I come about my brother.

I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth!
[Re-enter MARIANA]
I pray you, be acquainted with this maid;
She comes to do you good.

ISABELLA        I do desire the like.

Who hath a story ready for your ear.
I shall attend your leisure: but make haste; The vaporous night approaches.

[Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA]

Are stuck upon thee: volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious quests Upon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams
And rack thee in their fancies.
[Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLA]

                          Welcome, how agreed?

ISABELLA        She'll take the enterprise upon her, father,
        If you advise it.

DUKE VINCENTIO                    It is not my consent,
        But my entreaty too.

ISABELLA        Little have you to say
        When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
        'Remember now my brother.'

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.
[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE II        A room in the prison.

[Enter Provost and POMPEY]

POMPEY

If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a married man, he's his wife's head, and I can never cut off a woman's head.

Provost

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.

POMPEY

Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I would be glad to receive some instruction from my fellow partner.

[Enter ABHORSON]

ABHORSON        Do you call, sir?

Provost

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.

ABHORSON        A bawd, sir? fie upon him! he will discredit our mystery.

Provost

Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale.

[Exit]

POMPEY

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?

ABHORSON        Ay, sir; a mystery

POMPEY

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 hanged, I cannot imagine.

ABHORSON        Sir, it is a mystery.

POMPEY  Proof?

ABHORSON        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.

[Re-enter Provost]

POMPEY

Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth oftener ask forgiveness.

Provost

You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe to-morrow four o'clock.

ABHORSON        Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.

POMPEY

I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you a good turn.

[Exeunt POMPEY and ABHORSON]
The one has my pity; not a jot the other,
Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
[Enter CLAUDIO]
Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death: 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine?

CLAUDIO

As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones: He will not wake.

Provost                   Who can do good on him?
        Well, go, prepare yourself.

[Knocking within]

                      But, hark, what noise?

Heaven give your spirits comfort!
[Exit CLAUDIO]

                                  By and by.

I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]

                       Welcome father.

Envelope you, good Provost! Who call'd here of late?

Provost           No.

DUKE VINCENTIO                    They will, then, ere't be long.

Even with the stroke and line of his great justice: He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself which he spurs on his power To qualify in others: were he meal'd with that Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he's just.
[Knocking within]

                        Now are they come.

[Exit Provost]
This is a gentle provost: seldom when
The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.
[Knocking within]
How now! what noise? That spirit's possessed with haste That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.
[Re-enter Provost]

Provost

There he must stay until the officer
Arise to let him in: he is call'd up.

But he must die to-morrow?

You shall hear more ere morning.

Provost

Happily
You something know; yet I believe there comes No countermand; no such example have we: Besides, upon the very siege of justice Lord Angelo hath to the public ear Profess'd the contrary.

[Enter a Messenger]
This is his lordship's man.

Messenger       [Giving a paper]

My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this further charge, that you swerve not from the smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, or other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it, it is almost day.

[Exit Messenger]

For which the pardoner himself is in.
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is born in high authority:
When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended, That for the fault's love is the offender friended. Now, sir, what news?

Provost

I told you. Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting-on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.

'Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and in the afternoon Barnardine: for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let this be duly performed; with a thought that more depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril.' What say you to this, sir?

afternoon?

Provost

A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; one that is a prisoner nine years old.

delivered him to his liberty or executed him? I have heard it was ever his manner to do so.

Provost

His friends still wrought reprieves for him: and, indeed, his fact, till now in the government of Lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.

seems he to be touched?

Provost

A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.

Provost

He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days entirely drunk. We have very oft awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.

provost, honesty and constancy: if I read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but, in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in hazard. Claudio, whom here you have warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the law than Angelo who hath sentenced him. To make you understand this in a manifested effect, I crave but four days' respite; for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesy.

Provost

A lack, how may I do it, having the hour limited, and an express command, under penalty, to deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest.

instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.

Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his death: you know the course is common. If any thing fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead against it with my life.

avouch the justice of your dealing?

you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you.

shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you shall find, within these two days he will be here. This is a thing that Angelo knows not; for he this very day receives letters of strange tenor; perchance of the duke's death; perchance entering into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how these things should be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardine's head: I will give him a present shrift and advise him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it is almost clear dawn.
[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE III       Another room in the same.

[Enter POMPEY]

POMPEY

I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of profession: one would think it were Mistress Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, here's young Master Rash; he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four suits of peach-coloured satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shooty the great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now 'for the Lord's sake.'

[Enter ABHORSON]

ABHORSON        Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.

POMPEY

Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged. Master Barnardine!

ABHORSON        What, ho, Barnardine!

BARNARDINE      [Within]  A pox o' your throats! Who makes that
        noise there? What are you?

POMPEY

Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.

BARNARDINE      [Within]  Away, you rogue, away! I am sleepy.

ABHORSON        Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.

POMPEY

Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards.

ABHORSON        Go in to him, and fetch him out.

POMPEY  He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.

ABHORSON        Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?

[Enter BARNARDINE]

BARNARDINE      How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?

ABHORSON        Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
        prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.

BARNARDINE      You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not
        fitted for 't.

POMPEY

O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.

ABHORSON        Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
        we jest now, think you?

[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]

you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort you and pray with you.

BARNARDINE      Friar, not I    I have been drinking hard all night,
        and I will have more time to prepare me, or they
        shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not
        consent to die this day, that's certain.

Look forward on the journey you shall go.

BARNARDINE      I swear I will not die to-day for any man's
        persuasion.

BARNARDINE      Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me,
        come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day.

[Exit]

After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
[Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY]
[Re-enter Provost]

And to transport him in the mind he is
Were damnable.

Provost                   Here in the prison, father,
        There died this morning of a cruel fever
        One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
        A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head
        Just of his colour. What if we do omit

This reprobate till he were well inclined;
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?

Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on
Prefix'd by Angelo: see this be done,
And sent according to command; whiles I
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.

Provost

This shall be done, good father, presently. But Barnardine must die this afternoon: And how shall we continue Claudio, To save me from the danger that might come If he were known alive?

Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio: Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting To the under generation, you shall find
Your safety manifested.

[Exit Provost]
Now will I write letters to Angelo,--
The provost, he shall bear them, whose contents Shall witness to him I am near at home,
And that, by great injunctions, I am bound
To enter publicly: him I'll desire
To meet me at the consecrated fount
A league below the city; and from thence,
By cold gradation and well-balanced form,
We shall proceed with Angelo.
[Re-enter Provost]

For I would commune with you of such things That want no ear but yours.

[Exit]

ISABELLA        [Within]  Peace, ho, be here!

If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
When it is least expected.
[Enter ISABELLA]

ISABELLA        Ho, by your leave!

DUKE VINCENTIO  Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

ISABELLA        The better, given me by so holy a man.
        Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?

His head is off and sent to Angelo.

ISABELLA        Nay, but it is not so.

In your close patience.

ISABELLA        O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!

DUKE VINCENTIO  You shall not be admitted to his sight.

ISABELLA        Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
        Injurious world! most damned Angelo!

Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven. Mark what I say, which you shall find
By every syllable a faithful verity:
The duke comes home to-morrow; nay, dry your eyes; One of our convent, and his confessor,
Gives me this instance: already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo,
Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go,
And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
And general honour.

ISABELLA                          I am directed by you.

'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return:
Say, by this token, I desire his company
At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause and yours I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you Before the duke, and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home and home. For my poor self, I am combined by a sacred vow
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter: Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not my holy order, If I pervert your course. Who's here?
[Enter LUCIO]

LUCIO

O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to 't. But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.

[Exit ISABELLA]

reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.

LUCIO

Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.

LUCIO

Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee
I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

they be true; if not true, none were enough.

LUCIO

Yes, marry, did I but I was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.

LUCIO

By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE IV        A room in ANGELO's house.

[Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS]

ANGELO

In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and redeliver our authorities there

ANGELO

And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?

ESCALUS

He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.

ANGELO

Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed betimes i' the morn; I'll call you at your house: give notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet him.

[Exit ESCALUS]
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body that enforced
The law against it! But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no; For my authority bears of a credent bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch
But it confounds the breather. He should have lived, Save that riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge, By so receiving a dishonour'd life
With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived! A lack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.
[Exit]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO in his own habit, and FRIAR PETER]

[Giving letters]
The provost knows our purpose and our plot. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift;
Though sometimes you do blench from this to that, As cause doth minister. Go call at Flavius' house, And tell him where I stay: give the like notice To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate; But send me Flavius first.

[Exit]
[Enter VARRIUS]

Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.
[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

SCENE VI        Street near the city gate.

[Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA]

ISABELLA        To speak so indirectly I am loath:
        I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
        That is your part: yet I am advised to do it;
        He says, to veil full purpose.

ISABELLA        Besides, he tells me that, if peradventure
        He speak against me on the adverse side,
        I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic
        That's bitter to sweet end.

ISABELLA        O, peace! the friar is come.

[Enter FRIAR PETER]

Where you may have such vantage on the duke, He shall not pass you. Twice have the trumpets sounded; The generous and gravest citizens
Have hent the gates, and very near upon
The duke is entering: therefore, hence, away!
[Exeunt]
MEASURE FOR MEASURE

[MARIANA veiled, ISABELLA, and FRIAR PETER, at their stand. Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, VARRIUS, Lords, ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens, at several doors]

Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.

ANGELO

|
| Happy return be to your royal grace!

We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.

To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves, with characters of brass, A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
[FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward]

FRIAR PETER     Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.

ISABELLA        Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
        Upon a wrong'd, I would fain have said, a maid!
        O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
        By throwing it on any other object
        Till you have heard me in my true complaint

And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!

Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice: Reveal yourself to him.

ISABELLA        O worthy duke,
        You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
        Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
        Must either punish me, not being believed,
        Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here!

ANGELO

My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: She hath been a suitor to me for her brother Cut off by course of justice,--

ISABELLA        By course of justice!

ANGELO  And she will speak most bitterly and strange.

ISABELLA        Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
        That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange?
        That Angelo's a murderer; is 't not strange?
        That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
        An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;

Is it not strange and strange?

ISABELLA        It is not truer he is Angelo
        Than this is all as true as it is strange:
        Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
        To the end of reckoning.

She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.

ISABELLA        O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
        There is another comfort than this world,
        That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
        That I am touch'd with madness! Make not impossible
        That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible

But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince: If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, Had I more name for badness.

If she be mad,--as I believe no other,--
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.

ISABELLA        O gracious duke,
        Harp not on that, nor do not banish reason
        For inequality; but let your reason serve
        To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
        And hide the false seems true.

Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?

ISABELLA        I am the sister of one Claudio,
        Condemn'd upon the act of fornication
        To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo:
        I, in probation of a sisterhood,
        Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio

As then the messenger,--

LUCIO

That's I, an't like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo For her poor brother's pardon.

ISABELLA        That's he indeed.

LUCIO

No, my good lord;
Nor wish'd to hold my peace.

Pray you, take note of it: and when you have A business for yourself, pray heaven you then Be perfect.

ISABELLA        This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,--

To speak before your time. Proceed.

ISABELLA        I went
        To this pernicious caitiff deputy,--

ISABELLA        Pardon it;
        The phrase is to the matter.

ISABELLA        In brief, to set the needless process by,
        How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd,
        How he refell'd me, and how I replied,--
        For this was of much length,--the vile conclusion
        I now begin with grief and shame to utter:

He would not, but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement, My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother's head.

ISABELLA        O, that it were as like as it is true!

Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour In hateful practise. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish. Next, it imports no reason That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended, He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself And not have cut him off. Some one hath set you on: Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
Thou camest here to complain.

ISABELLA        And is this all?
        Then, O you blessed ministers above,
        Keep me in patience, and with ripen'd time
        Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
        In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,

As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!

To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
On him so near us? This needs must be a practise. Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?

ISABELLA        One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.

LUCIO

My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling friar; I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord For certain words he spake against your grace In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.

And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.

LUCIO

But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar, I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar, A very scurvy fellow.

I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Your royal ear abused. First, hath this woman Most wrongfully accused your substitute,
Who is as free from touch or soil with her
As she from one ungot.

Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?

Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
As he's reported by this gentleman;

        And, on my trust, a man that never yet
        Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.

But at this instant he is sick my lord,
Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Intended 'gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither, To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know Is true and false; and what he with his oath And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he's convented. First, for this woman. To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accused,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.

[ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward]
Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
In this I'll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar? First, let her show her face, and after speak.

MARIANA

Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.

LUCIO

My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.

To prattle for himself.

MARIANA

My lord; I do confess I ne'er was married;
And I confess besides I am no maid: I have known my husband; yet my husband Knows not that ever he knew me.

MARIANA

Now I come to't my lord
She that accuses him of fornication, In self-same manner doth accuse my husband, And charges him my lord, with such a time When I'll depose I had him in mine arms With all the effect of love.

MARIANA

Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne'er knew my body, But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel's.

[Unveiling]
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on; This is the hand which, with a vow'd contract, Was fast belock'd in thine; this is the body That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.

ANGELO

My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Partly for that her promised proportions Came short of composition, but in chief For that her reputation was disvalued In levity: since which time of five years I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honour.

MARIANA

Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue, I am affianced this man's wife as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, But Tuesday night last gone in's garden-house He knew me as a wife. As this is true, Let me in safety raise me from my knees Or else for ever be confixed here, A marble monument!

ANGELO                    I did but smile till now:
        Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice
        My patience here is touch'd. I do perceive
        These poor informal women are no more
        But instruments of some more mightier member

That sets them on: let me have way, my lord, To find this practise out.

And punish them 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 derived. There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.

Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides And he may fetch him.

[Exit Provost]
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, 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 determined Upon these slanderers.

[Exit DUKE]
Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?

LUCIO

'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.

[Exit an Attendant]
Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle her.

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; and Provost with the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar's habit]

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.

ESCALUS

Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.

Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne! Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.

ESCALUS

The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: Look you speak justly.

Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone? Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain's mouth
Which here you come to accuse.

ESCALUS

Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar,
Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth And in the witness of his proper ear, 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 Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose. What 'unjust'!

DUKE VINCENTIO                    Be not so hot; the duke
        Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
        Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
        Nor here provincial. My business in this state
        Made me a looker on here in Vienna,

Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble Till it o'er-run the stew; laws for all faults, But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark.

ANGELO

What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of?

LUCIO

'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate: do you know me?

met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.

LUCIO

Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?

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?

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 giglots too, and with the other confederate companion!

LUCIO

Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you bald-pated, 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?

[Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers DUKE VINCENTIO]

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.

We'll borrow place of him.
[To ANGELO]

                     Sir, by your leave.

Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.

ANGELO

O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, To think I can be undiscernible, When I perceive your grace, like power divine, Hath look'd upon my passes. Then, good prince, No longer session hold upon my shame, But let my trial be mine own confession: Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg.

Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?

Do you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
[Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, FRIAR PETER and Provost]

ESCALUS

My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.

Your friar is now your prince: as I was then Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney'd at your service.

ISABELLA        O, give me pardon,
        That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd
        Your unknown sovereignty!

And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart; And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on, That brain'd my purpose. But, peace be with him! That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, So happy is your brother.

ISABELLA        I do, my lord.

[Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, FRIAR PETER, and Provost]

Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
Your well defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudged your brother,-- Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,-- The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
'An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!'
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and MEASURE still FOR MEASURE. Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested;
Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage. We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste. Away with him!

MARIANA                   O my most gracious lord,
        I hope you will not mock me with a husband.

Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your life And choke your good to come; for his possessions, Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.

MARIANA

O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.

[Kneeling]

DUKE VINCENTIO                    You do but lose your labour.
        Away with him to death!

[To LUCIO]
Now, sir, to you.

MARIANA

O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I'll lend you all my life to do you service.

Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, And take her hence in horror.

MARIANA

Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad: so may my husband. O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?

ISABELLA        Most bounteous sir,

[Kneeling]
Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern'd his deeds,
Till he did look on me: since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died: For Angelo,
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects; Intents but merely thoughts.

I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?

Give up your keys.

Provost                   Pardon me, noble lord:
        I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
        Yet did repent me, after more advice;
        For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
        That should by private order else have died,

I have reserved alive.

Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
[Exit Provost]

ESCALUS

I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood. And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

ANGELO

I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart That I crave death more willingly than mercy; 'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

[Re-enter Provost, with BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO muffled, and JULIET]

Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul. That apprehends no further than this world, And squarest thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd: But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all; And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him; I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that?

Provost

This is another prisoner that I saved.
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head; As like almost to Claudio as himself.

[Unmuffles CLAUDIO]

Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine. He is my brother too: but fitter time for that. By this Lord Angelo perceives he's safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours. I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
[To LUCIO]
You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?

LUCIO

'Faith, my lord. I spoke it but according to the trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt.

Proclaim it, provost, round about the city. Is any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow,
As I have heard him swear himself there's one Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish'd, Let him be whipt and hang'd.

LUCIO

I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore. Your highness said even now, I made you a duke: good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold.

Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison; And see our pleasure herein executed.

LUCIO

Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging.

[Exit Officers with LUCIO]
She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore. Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
I have confess'd her and I know her virtue. Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness: There's more behind that is more gratulate. Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy:
We shill employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's:
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline,
What's mine is yours and what is yours is mine. So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know.
[Exeunt]