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Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended,
In countenance!- Heaven shield your grace from woe,
Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick.
Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling friar;
Duke. Words against me? this a good friar belike!
Lucio. My lord, most villanously; believe it.
Of a strange fever: upon his mere request
(Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Good friar, let's hear it.
Of your own cause.Is this the witness, friar?
Duke. What, are you married?
Mari. No, my lord.
Are you a maid?
Duke. A widow then?
No, my lord.
Neither, my lord.
Are nothing then :-neither maid, widow, nor wife? Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Duke. Silence that fellow; I would he had some cause To prattle for himself.
Lucio. Well, my lord.
Mari. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married; And I confess, besides, I am no maid:
I have known my husband; yet my husband knows not That ever he knew me.
Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be no better. Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou wert so too. Lucio. Well, my lord:
Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo.
Mari. Now I come to't, my lord:
She, that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband;
When I'll depose I had him in mine arms,
Charges she more than me?
Mari. Not that I know.
No? you say, your husband.
Ang. This is a strange abuse:-let's see thy face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Lucio. Carnally, she says.
Know you this woman?
Sirrah, no more.
Lucio. Enough, my lord.
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman: And, five years since, there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Partly, for that her promised proportions Came short of composition; but, in chief, For that her reputation was disvalued In levity; since which time of five years,
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honor.
As there comes light from heaven, and words from breath,
As words could make up vows; and, my good lord,
A marble monument !
I did but smile till now;
That sets them on: let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice out.
Duke. Ay, with my heart; And punish them unto your height of pleasure.— Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman, Compact with her that's gone! Think'st thou thy oaths, Though they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies against his worth and credit, That's sealed in approbation?-You, lord Escalus, Sit with my cousin lend him your kind pains To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived.There is another friar that set them on; Let him be sent for.
F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, indeed, Hath set the women on to this complaint: Your provost knows the place where he abides, And he may fetch him.
Duke. Go, do it instantly.
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Will leave you; but stir not you, till you have well
Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.-[Exit Duke. Seignior Lucio, did you not say, you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that has spoke most villanous speeches of the duke.
Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a notable fellow.
Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.
Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again; [To an Attendant.] I would speak with her; pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle her Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Escal. Say you?
Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, publicly, she'll be ashamed.
Re-enter Officers, with ISABELLA, the Duke, in the friar's habit, and Provost.
Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.
Lucio. That's the way, for women are light at midnight. Escal. Come on, mistress; [To ISABELLA.] Here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.
Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with the provost.
Escal. In very good time:-speak not you to him, till we call upon you. Lucio. Mum.
Escal. Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander lord Angelo? They have confessed you did.
Duke. 'Tis false.
Escal. How! know you where you are?
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the devil Be sometimes honored for his burning throne:Where is the duke? "Tis he should hear me speak.
Escal. The duke's in us; and he will hear you speak; Look, you speak justly.
Duke. Boldly, at least:-but, O, poor souls,
And put your trial in the villain's mouth,
Lucio. This is the rascal: this is he I spoke of.
Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallowed friar!
To call him villain?
And then to glance from him to the duke himself;
Duke. Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he
But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
As much in mock as mark.
Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison.