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a beggar, tho' the smelt of brown bread and garlick: say, that I said so, farewel.
[Exit. Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure scape: back-wounding calumny The whiteft virtue strikes. What King so strong Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue ? But who comes here?
Enter Escalus, Provost, and Bawd.
is a year
Escal. Go, away with her to prison.
Bawd. Good my Lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted a merciful man: good my Lord.
Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind?. this would make mercy swear, and play the tyrant.
Prov. A bawd of eleven years continuance, may it please your honour.
Barvd. My Lord, this is one Lucio's information against me: mistress Kate-Keep-down was with child by him in the Duke's time; he promis'd her marriage; his child
and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself; and see, how he goes about to abuse me.
Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much licence; let him be call'd before us. Away with her to prison: go to; no more words. [Exeunt with the Bawd.] Provoft, my brother Angelo will not be alter'd; Claudio muft die to-morrow: let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation. If my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with him.
Prov. So please you, this Friar hath been with him, and advis'd him for the entertainment of death.
Escal. Good even, good father.
Duke. Not of this country, tho' my chance is now to use it for my time: I am a brother Of gracious order, late come from the fee,
In special business from his holiness.
Escal. What news abroad i'th' world ?
Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever. on goodness, that the diffolution of it must cure it. Novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be conftant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive, to make societies fecure; but security enough, to make fellowships accurft. Much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world; this news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I pray you, Sir, of what difpofition was the Duke?
Escal, One, that, above all other strifes, Contended specially to know himself.
Duke. What pleasure was he giv'n to ?
Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which profest to make him rejoice. A gentlemanof all temperance. But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous; and let me desire to know, how you find Claudio prepar'd? I am made to understand, that you have lent him vifitation.
Duke. He professes to have received no finifter meafure from his judge, but most willingly humbles him'self to the determination of justice; yet had he fram’d to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I by my good leisure have difcredited to him, and now is he resolved to die.
Escal. You have paid the heav'ns your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the extremest shore of my modesty ; but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forc'd me to tell him, he is indeed Justice. Duke. If his own life answer the straitness of his
proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenc'd himself. Escal. I am going to visit the prisoner; fare you well
Duke. Peace be with you!
(20) How may liker.efs made in crimes,
Making practise on the times,
Mop pond'rous and fubftantial tbings?] This obscure and ungrammatical paflage Mr. Warburton has restor'd to its purity, only by adding one monosyllable, and throwing out another: as he has likewise made it intelligible by the following comment. “ much wickedness may a man hide witbin, tho' he appears like an « angel wirbout! How may ibat likeness, made in crimes, i. e. by " bypocrisy; [pretty paradoxical expression, of an angel made in “ crimes ] by impofing on the world, [thus emphatically express'd, “ making practise on the times) draw with its falfe and empty pretences “ (which Shakespeare finely calls, Spiders Arings;] the most ponde
rous and subtantial things of the world, as riches, honour, power, « reputation, &c."
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That so sweetly were forsworn ;
Lights that do mis-lead the morn;
Duke. 'Tis good; tho' music oft hath such a charma
(21) Take, ob, lake those lips away,] This song, which, no doubt was a great favourite in its time, is inserted'in Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brotber, with this additional stanza.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears;
Are of those that Aprilwears.
Bound in those icy chains by thee.
I pray you, tell me, hath any body enquir'd for me here to-day? much upon this time, have I promis'd here to meet.
Mari. You have not been enquir’d after: I have fate here all day.
Enter Isabel. Duke. I do constantly believe you: the time is come, even now. I shall crave your forbearance a little; may be, I will call upon you ànon for some advantage to yourself. Mari. I am always bound to you.
Isab. He hath a garden circummur'd with brick,
Duke. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?
Ifab. I've ta’n a due and wary note upon't;
Duke. Are there no other tokens
Isab. No: none, but only a repair i'th' dark;
Duke. ”Tis well born up.