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To call him villain ?
Duke, 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 countenanc'd, that the strong statutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark. Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to
prison. Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior
Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord.* Come hither, goodman bald-pate: Do you know me?
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prisou, in the absence of the duke.
Lucio. O, did you so ? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Duke. Most notedly, sir.
Lucio. Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be ?
Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of himn; and much more, much worse.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches ?
Duke. I protest I love the duke, as I love myself.
Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.
Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal: Away with him to prison :- Where is the provost? Away with him to prison ; lay bolts enqugh upon him; let him speak no more. Away with those giglots* too, and with the other confederate companiou.
[The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while. Ang. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio.
Lucio. Come, sir; conte, 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 hang'd an hour! Will't not off?
[Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers
the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a
duke. First, provost, let me bail these gentle three:Sneak not away, sir; [To Lucio.] for the friar and
Lucio, This may prove worse than hanging.
[To Escalus. We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave :
O my dread lord,
power divine, Hath looked upon my passes I: Then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
Come hither, Mariana :Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?
Ang. I was, my lord.
[Ereunt Angelo, Marikina, Peter, and Provost. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his disho.
nour, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke.
Come hither, Isabel:
O, give me pardon,
Yon are pardou'd, Isabel;
Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Isab.
I do, my lord. Duke. For this new-married man, approaching
here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well-defended honour, you must pardon For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd 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 would'st deny, denies thee van.
tage: We do condenin thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like
Away with him.
0, my most gracious lord,
husband mock'd you with a hus. band: 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. Mari.
O, my dear lord, I crave no other, nor no better man.
Duke. Never crave him ; we are definitive.
* Angelo's owo tongue.
Mari. Gentle my liege,
You do but lose your labour: Away with him to death.-Now, sir, (To Lacio.) to
you. Mari. 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.
Duke. Against all senseyou do importune her:
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death!
Most bounteous sir,
(Kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, As if my brother liv'd: 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. Mari.
Merely, my lord. Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say. I have bethought me of another fault:Provost, bow came it, Claudio was beheaded At an unusual hour?
# Reason and affection,