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Isab. Alas! what poor
Lucio. Afsay the power you have.
Lucio. Our doubts are traitors;
Jfab. l'll see what I can do.
Isab. I will about it strait ;
Lucio, I take my leave of you.
The PAL ACE.
Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Jusice, and Attendants.
É must not make a scare.crow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
Escal. Ay, but yet
the mother. ] The albess, or prioress.
Than fall, and bruise to death. 4 Alas! this gentleman,
had not sometime in your life Errid in this point, which now you censure him, And pulld the law upon you.
sing. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury palling on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two, Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to
justice, That justice seizes on. What know the laws, That thieves do pass on thieves ? \ 'tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take', Because we see it ; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not fo extenuate his offence, 7 For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, tha censure bim, do so offend, Let nine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing cone in partial. Sir, he must die,
Enter Provoft. Escal. Be'', as your wisdom will.
Ang. * Than Faik, and bruise to. Know of your youth, examine darb.] | Bhouli racher read well your blood. FELL, i e strike down. So in
-- tis very pregnant.) 'Tis Timon of Athens,
plain that we must not act with All, jave thee, I FELT with bad as with good; we punish the <br/es. WARBURTON. faults, as we take the advantages,
* Let ycur honour know.] To thai lie in our way, and what we krome is bele to examine to take do not see we cannot note. fralunce. So in Midjummer. 7 For I have had. That is, Mots Drean,
because, by reason that I have had horftore, fair Hermia, quefhion fault.
Ang. Where is the Provost ?
Ang. See, that Claudio
Escal. Well, heav'n forgive him! and forgive us all! * Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run through brakes of vice, and answer none; And some condemned for a fault alone.
Enter Elbow, Froch, 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
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 constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon justice, 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 precise villains they are, that I am fure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good christians ought to have.
Escal. * 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 ac elbow.
8 Some rife, &c.] This line is in the first fulio printed in Italicks as a quotation. All the folios read in the next line,
Some run from brakes of ice, and
This comes off well.s This is nimbly spoken ; this is volu. bly uttered,
Ang. What are you, Sir?
Eb. He, Sir ? a tapfter, Sir ; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, Sir, was, as they say, pluckt-down in the fuburbs, and now the professes a hot-house ; ? which, I think, is a very ilt house too.
Escal. How know you that?
Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I dereft before heav'n and your Honour,
Escal. How ! thy wife?
Elb. Ay, Sir; whom, I thank heav'n is an honest woman ;
Escal, Dost thou deteft her therefore?
Elb, I say, Sir, I will deteft myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.
Escal. How dost thou know that, conftable ?
Elb. Marry, Sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanness there;
Escal. By the woman's means ?
E!b. Ay, Sir, by mistress Over-done's means, bot as the fpic in his face, so she defy'd him.
Clown. Sir, if it please your Honour, this is not fo.
Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it.
Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ?
Clown. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing (saving your Honour’s reverence) for stew'd prunes;
9 - The profilles a hot-house.) And fill be a whore heufe. A hot-house is the English name
JOHNSON. for a bagnio.
* Here seems to have been
some mention made of Frothy Where lately harbour'd many a who was to be accused, and some famous whore.
words therefore may have been A purging bill not fix'd upon lolt, unless the irregularity of the door,
the narrative may be better imI ells you it is a hot house, so it puted to the ignorance of the conmay, Itable.
Sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very diftant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three pence ; your Honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes.
Escal. Go to, go to; no matter for the dish, Sir.
Clown. No, indeed, Sir, not of a pin ; you are therein in the right. But to the point ; as I say, this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belly'd, and longing as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said ; mafter Frotb here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give you three pence again.
Froth. No, indeed.
Clown. Very well; you being then, if you be remembered, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes.
Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.
Clown. Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be remembered, that such a one, and fuch a one, were paft cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you.
Froth. All this is true.
Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool; to the pur. pose. 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.
Clown. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your Honour's leave: and, I beseech you, look into master Frotb here, Sir, a man of fourscore pound a year ; whose father dy'd at Hallowmas. Was't not at Hallowmas, master Froth?
Froib. All-bolland eve.
Clown. Why, very well ; I hope here be truths. He, Sir, fitting, as I say, in a lower chair, Sir ; 'was