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That, to the observer, doth thy history
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched,
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 advértise:
Hold, therefore. - Angelo,
In our remove, be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,
Now, good my lord,
Be stamped upon it.
No more evasion:
We have with a leavened and prepared choice
Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. Duke. My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honor, 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;
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Nor do I think the
man of safe discretion,
That does affect it.
Once more, fare you well.
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes!
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,
Touching that point.
I'll wait upon your honor.
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 controversy: as for example; thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.
1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of shears 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-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.
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
2 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 more.
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
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, seignior 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 with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am customWhat's the news with you?
shrunk. How now?
Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Bawd. Well; what has he done?
Clo. A woman.
Bawd. But what's his offence?
Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by him: you have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
Bawd. What proclamation, man?
Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city? Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.
Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
Clo. To the ground, mistress.
Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the commonwealth! What shall become of me?
Clo. Come, fear not you; 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.
Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let's withdraw.
Clo. Here comes seignior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The same.
Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers: Lucio and two Gentlemen.
Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
Prov. I do it not in evil disposition, But from lord Angelo by special charge.
Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority,
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? Whence comes this restraint?
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty;
So every scope by the immoderate use
Lucio. If I 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?
Claud. What, but to speak of, would offend again. Lucio. What is it? Murder?
Claud. Call it so.
Prov. Away, sir; you must go.
Claud. One word, good friend:-Lucio, a word with you.
[Takes him aside.
Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so looked after?
upon a true contract,
Claud. Thus stands it with me:
Remaining in the coffer of her friends;
From whom we thought it meet to hide our love,
But it chances,
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment,
With character too gross, is writ on Juliet.
Claud. Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke,-
Or whether that the body public be
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,