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And let them be recall'd from their exile:
Duke. Thou hast prevail'd: I pardon then and thee;
Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
SCENE I-An apartment in the DUKE's Palace.
Duke. Of government the properties to unfold,
My strength can give you: Then no more remains
For common justice, you are as pregnantt in,
That we remember: There is our commission,
[Exit an Attendant.
+ Full of.
What figure of us think you he will bear?
Duke. Look, where he comes.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
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
Both thanks and use.§ But I do bend my speech
In our remove, be thou at full ourself;
Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus,
Ang. Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my metal
Be stamp'd upon it.
Duke. No more evasion:
We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice
For high purposes.
+ So much thy own proper :
Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord,
That we may bring you something on the way.
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand;
Escal. I shall desire you, Sir, to give me leave
A power I have; but of what strength and nature
Ang. "Tis so with me:-Let us withdraw together,
Escal. I'll wait upon your honour.
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.
1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Amen.
Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal?
Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and 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, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace.
2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
1 Gent. What? in metre?
Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language.
1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.
Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all contro
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versy: As for example; Thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.
1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us.* Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list.
1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, 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.
1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not? 2 Gent. 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 to2 Gent. To what, I pray?
1 Gent. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a year.
1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown
1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me: but thou 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.
1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica ?
Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.
1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee?
Bawd. Marry, Sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio.
1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so.
Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: Art thou sure of this?
Bawd. 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.
2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it.
[Exeunt LUCIO and GENTLEMEN. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat,§ what
*A cut of the same cloth.
† A jest on the loss of hair by the French disease.
The sweating sickness.