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For's execution.

Ifab. Alas! what poor

Ability's in me, to do him good?

Lucio. Affay the power you have.
Ifab. My power? Alas! I doubt.
Lucio. Our doubts are traitors;

And make us lofe the good, we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt. Go to lord Angelo,
And let him learn to know, when maidens fue,
Men give like Gods; but when they weep and kneel,
All their petitions are as truly theirs,

As they themselves would owe them.
Ifab. I'll fee what I can do.
Lucio. But, fpeedily.

Ifab. I will about it ftrait;

No longer staying, but to give the mother 3
Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you;
Commend me to my brother: foon at night
I'll fend him certain word of my fuccefs.
Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Ifab. Good Sir, adieu.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

The PALACE.

Enter Angelo, Efcalus, a Juice, and Attendants.

WE

ANGELO.

É must not make a fcare crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one thape, 'till custom makes it Their perch and not their terror.

Efcal. Ay, but yet

Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,

3- the mother] The abbefs, or priorefs.

Than

Than fall, and bruife to death.

Alas! this gentleman,

Whom I would fave, had a most noble father;

Let but your honour know, s

Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time coher'd with place, or place with wifhing,
Or that the refolute acting of your blood

Could have attain'd th'effect of your own purpose;
Whether you had not fometime in your life
Err'd in this point, which now you cenfure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.

Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny,

The jury paffing on the prifoner's life,

May in the fworn twelve have a thief or two,
Gualtier than him they try. What's open made to
justice,

That juftice feizes on. What know the laws,
That thieves do pafs on thieves? 'tis very pregnant,
The jewel that we find, we ftoop and take't,
Becaufe we fee it; but what we do not fee,
We tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not fo extenuate his offence,

7 For I have had fuch faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that cenfure him, do so offend,
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he muft die,
Enter Provoft.

Efcal. Be'r, as your wifdom will.

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*Than FALL, and bruise to dratb.) I thould rather read e ftrike down. So in Timon of Athens, All, jave thee, I FELL with curjes. WARBURTON. Let your honour know.] To know is here to examine to take guifance. So in MidjummerNight's Dream, Terore, far Hermia, question faults. your defixes,

7 For I have had.} That is, becaufe, by reason that I have had

Ang. Where is the Provost?

Prov. Here, if it like your Honour.
Ang. See, that Claudio

Be executed by nine to morrow morning.
Bring him his confeffor, let him be prepar'd;
For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.-[Exit Prov.
Efcal. Well, heav'n forgive him! and forgive us all!
* Some rife by fin, and fome by virtue fall:

Some run through brakes of vice, and answer none;
And fome condemned for a fault alone.

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Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, and Officers.

Elb. Come, bring them away; if these be good people in a common-weal, that do nothing but ule their abuses in common houses, I know no law; bring them away.

Ang. How now, Sir, what's your name? and what's

the matter?

Elb. If it please your Honour, I am the poor Duke's conftable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon juftice, Sir, and do bring in here before your good Honour two notorious benefactors?

Ang. Benefactors? well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors?

Elb. If it please your Honour, I know not well what they are; but precife villains they are, that I am fure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good chriftians ought to have.

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Efcal. This comes off well; here's a wife officer. Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why doft thou not speak, Elbow ? Clown. He cannot, Sir? he's out at elbow.

8 Some rife, &c.] This line is in the first folio printed in ItaLicks as a quotation. All the folios read in the next line,

Some run from brakes of ice, and anfwer none.

* This comes off well.] This is nimbly fpoken; this is volu bly uttered. Ang.

Ang. What are you, Sir?

Elb. He, Sir? a tapfter, Sir; parcel-bawd; one that ferves a bad woman; whofe houfe, Sir, was, as they fay, pluckt-down in the fuburbs; and now fhe profeffes a hot-house; ? which, I think, is a very iH houfe too.

Efcal. How know you that?

Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I deteft before heav'n and your Honour,

Efcal. How! thy wife?

Elb. Ay, Sir; whom, I thank heav'n is an honeft

woman;-

Efcal. Doft thou deteft her therefore?

Elb. I fay, Sir, I will deteft myself also, as well as fhe, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.

Efcal. How doft thou know that, conftable?

Elb. Marry, Sir, by my wife; who, if fhe had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleannefs there, Efcal. By the woman's means?

Elb. Ay, Sir, by mistress Over-done's means, as the fpit in his face, fo fhe defy'd him.

* but

Clown. Sir, if it please your Honour, this is not fo. Elb. Prove it before thefe varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it.

Efcal. Do you hear how he misplaces?

Clown. Sir, fhe came in great with child; and longing (faving your Honour's reverence) for ftew'd prunes;

9-fhe profeffes a hot-house.] A hot-boufe is the English name for a bagnio.

Where lately harbour'd many a

famous whore. A purging bill now fix'd upon

the door,

Tells you it is a hot houfe, fo it

may,

And fill be a whore house.

JOHNSON.

*Here feems to have been fome mention made of Frothy who was to be accufed, and fome words therefore may have been lot, unless the irregularity of the narrative may be better imputed to the ignorance of the constable.

Sir, we had but two in the houfe, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-difh, a dish of fome three pence; your Honours have feen fuch dishes; they are not China difhes, but very good dishes.

Efcal. Go to, go to; no matter for the difh, Sir.

Clown. No, indeed, Sir, not of a pin; you are therein in the right. But to the point; as I fay, this mistress Elbow, being, as I fay, with child, and being great belly'd, and longing as I faid, for prunes; and having but two in the difb, as I faid; mafter Froth here, this very man, having eaten the reft, as I faid, and, as I fay, paying for them very honeftly; for, as you know, mafter Froth, I could not give you three pence again.

Froth. No, indeed.

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Clown. Very well; you being then, if you be remembered, cracking the ftones of the forefaid prunes. Froth. Ay, fo I did, indeed.

Clown. Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be remembered, that fuch a one, and fuch a one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you.

Froth. All this is true.

Clown. Why, very well then.

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Efcal. Come, you are a tedious fool; to the purpofe. What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? come to what was done to her. Clown. Sir, your Honour cannot come to that yet. Efcal. No, Sir, nor I mean it not.

Clown. Sir, but you fhall come to it, by your Honour's leave and, I befeech you, look into master Froth here, Sir, a man of fourfcore pound a year; whofe father dy'd at Hallowmas. Was't not at Hallowmas, mafter Froth?

Froth. All-bolland eve.

Clown. Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, Sir, fitting, as I fay, in a lower chair, Sir; 'twas

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