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SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House.
Enter ANGELO and ESCAlus.
Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other. Ang. 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?
Escal. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.
Ang. 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.
I shall, sir: fare you well. [Exit.
The law against it!-But that her tender shame
How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her?
That no particular scandal once can touch,
But it confounds the breather. He should have lived!
With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet he had lived!
SCENE V. Fields without the Town.
Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.
The provost knows our purpose, and our plot.
Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste: Come, we will walk there's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.
SCENE VI. Street near the City Gate.
Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath;
Be ruled by him.
I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic
Mari. I would, friar Peter
O, peace; the friar is come.
Enter Friar PETER.
F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have such vantage on the duke, He shall not pass you: twice have the trumpets sounded; The generous and the gravest citizens
Have hent the gates, and very near upon
The duke is entering; therefore, hence, away. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. A public Place near the City Gate. MARIANA (veiled), ISABELLA, and PETER, at a distance. Enter, at opposite doors, Duke, VARRIUS, Lords; ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.
Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met:Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal grace! Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. 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.
Ang. You make my bonds still greater. Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it, 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.
PETER and ISABELLA come forward.
F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel before him.
Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard,
By throwing it on any other object,
Till you have heard me in my true complaint,
And given me, justice, justice, justice, justice!
Duke. Relate your wrongs: In what? By whom? Be
Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice!
Reveal yourself to him.
O, worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Or wring redress from you; hear me, O, hear me, here
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
By course of justice! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly and strange. Isab. 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?
Nay, ten times strange.
Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo,
Away with her :-poor soul
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isab. O prince, I cónjure thee, as thou believest There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touched with madness: make not impossible
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
By mine honesty,
If she be mad, (as I believe no other,)
As e'er I heard in madness.
To make the truth appear, where it seems hid,
Many that are not mad,
Have, sure, more lack of reason.-What would you say?
To lose his head; condemned by Angelo:
That's I, an't like your grace:
Was sent to by my brother: one Lucio
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
That's he, indeed.
Duke. You were not bid to speak.
Nor wished to hold my peace.
No, my good lord;
I wish you now, then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
Lucio. I warrant your honor.
Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed to it. Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Lucio. Right.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your time. - Proceed.
To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
The phrase is to the matter.
Duke. Mended again: the matter;-proceed.
(For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
And I did yield to him. But the next morn betimes,
For my poor brother's head.
This is most likely!
Isab. O, that it were as like as it is true!
Duke. By Heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st not what
Or else thou art suborned against his honor,
In hateful practice. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish: next, it imports no reason