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ISABELLA: I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you awhile. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Son, I have overheard what hath passed between you 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 ... |
CLAUDIO: Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love with life that I will sue to be rid of it. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Hold you there: farewell. Provost, a word with you! |
Provost: What's your will, father |
DUKE VINCENTIO: That now you are come, you will be gone. Leave me awhile with the maid: my mind promises with my habit no loss shall touch her by my company. |
Provost: In good time. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good: 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 ... |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: That shall not be much amiss: Yet, as the matter 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 m... |
ISABELLA: Let me hear you speak farther. I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Have 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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: She should this Angelo have married; was affianced 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 gent... |
ISABELLA: Can this be so? did Angelo so leave her? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Left her in her tears, and dried not one of them 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? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: It is a rupture that you may easily heal: and the cure of it not only saves your brother, but keeps you from dishonour in doing it. |
ISABELLA: Show me how, good father. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: This forenamed maid hath yet in her the continuance 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... |
ISABELLA: The image of it gives me content already; and I trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: It lies much in your holding up. Haste you speedily 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... |
ISABELLA: I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father. |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: O heavens! what stuff is here |
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. |
ELBOW: Come your way, sir. 'Bless you, good father friar. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: And you, good brother father. What offence hath 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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd! 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 t... |
POMPEY: Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, sir, I would prove-- |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin, 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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: That we were all, as some would seem to be, From our faults, as faults from seeming, free! |
ELBOW: His neck will come to your waist,--a cord, sir. |
POMPEY: I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a friend of mine. |
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 ... |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Still thus, and thus; still worse! |
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? |
POMPEY: Yes, faith, sir. |
LUCIO: Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how? |
ELBOW: For being a bawd, for being a bawd. |
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. |
POMPEY: I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail. |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: And you. |
LUCIO: Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha? |
ELBOW: Come your ways, sir; come. |
POMPEY: You will not bail me, then, sir? |
LUCIO: Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar? what news? |
ELBOW: Come your ways, sir; come. |
LUCIO: Go to kennel, Pompey; go. What news, friar, of the duke? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: I know none. Can you tell me of any? |
LUCIO: Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well. |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: He does well in 't. |
LUCIO: A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it. |
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? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: How should he be made, then? |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace. |
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 ... |
DUKE VINCENTIO: I never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way. |
LUCIO: O, sir, you are deceived. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: 'Tis not possible. |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: You do him wrong, surely. |
LUCIO: Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the duke: and I believe I know the cause of his withdrawing. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: What, I prithee, might be the cause? |
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. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Wise! why, no question but he was. |
LUCIO: A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Either this is the envy in you, folly, or mistaking: 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. Ther... |
LUCIO: Sir, I know him, and I love him. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love. |
LUCIO: Come, sir, I know what I know. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: I can hardly believe that, since you know not what 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? |
LUCIO: Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you. |
LUCIO: I fear you not. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: O, you hope the duke will return no more; or 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? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Why should he die, sir? |
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 lig... |
DUKE VINCENTIO: No might nor greatness in mortality 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? |
ESCALUS: Go; away with her to prison! |
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. 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 no... |
Provost: So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death. |
ESCALUS: Good even, good father. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Bliss and goodness on you! |
ESCALUS: Of whence are you? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Not of this country, though my chance is now To use it for my time: I am a brother Of gracious order, late come from the See In special business from his holiness. |
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