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Enter Peter Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand moft fit, Where you may have such vantage on the Duke, He hall not pafs you. Twice have the trumpets

founded: The generous and graveft citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon (27) The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away. (Exeunt.

A c T v. SCENE, a public Place near the City. Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Efcalus, Lucio,

and Citizens at several Doors.

DUKE.

M

Y very worthy cousin, fairly met;
Our old and

faithful friend, we're glad to see you. Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal Grace !

(27) Have hent tbe gates, - ) An anonymous correspondent advis’d me to read;

Have bemm'd the gates, But, I apprehend, there is no occafion for any change. To bend, SKINNER and some other glossaries tell us, fignifies, to seize, lay hold on with the hand; but we find by Spenser, in his Colin Clout, that it likewise fignifies, to surround, encircle ; (in which senses it is used here.)

From thence another world of land we kend,

Floating amid the sea in jeopardy;
And round about with mighty white rocks bend,

Against the sea's encroaching cruelty.
We meet with the word again, in its first acceptation, in our Au-
Chor's Winter's Tale.

Jog'on, jog on, the foot-path way,

And merrily bent the stile-a :
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your fad tires in a mile-a.

Duke.

Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both:
We've made enquiry 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. Oh 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 refidence, 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand, And let the subjects fee, to make them know That outward courtefies would fain proclaim Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus į You must walk by us on our other hand: And good supporters are you. (As the Duke is going out

Enter Peter and Isabella. Peter. Now is your time : speak loud, and kneel

before him. Ifab. Justice, O royal Duke; vail your regard Upon a wrong'd, I'd 'fain have said, a maid ; oh, worthy Prince, dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other object, "Till

you have heard me in my true complaint, And given me justice, justice, juftice, justice. Duke. Relate your wrongs ; in what, by whom? be

brief:
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice;
Reveal yourself to him.

Isab. Oh, worthy Duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Muft either punish me, not being believ'd,
Or wring redress from you: oh, hear me, hear me.

Ang. My Lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother,
Cut off by course of justice.

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Ijab. Course of justice!
Ang. And she will speak moft bitterly, and strange.(28)

Ifab. Moft ftrange, but yet most truly, will I speak;
That Angelo's forfworn : is it not strange ?
That Angelo's a murd'rer : is't not ftrange?
That Angelo is an adult'rous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violater:
Is it not strange and strange?

Duke. Nay, it is ten times ftrange.

Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true, as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true ; for truth is truth
To th' end of reckoning.

Duke. Away with her : poor soul,
She speaks this in th' infirmity of sense.

Isab. O Prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'ft
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not; with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness. Make not impoflible
That, which but seems unlike ; 'tis not impossible,
But one, the wicked'it caitiff on the ground,
May seem as fhy, as grave, as juft, as absolute,
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, caracts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal Prince,
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.
5. Duke. By mine honesty,
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddeft frame of fense;
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.

(28) And she will speak most bitterly.] Thus is the verse left imperfed by Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope ; tho' the old copies all fill it up, as I have done. I have restor'd an infinite number of such passages recitly from the first impressions : but I thought proper to take notice once for all, here, that as Mr. Pope follows Mr. Rowe's edition in his errors and omissions, it gives great fufpicion, notwithstanding the pretended collation of copies, that Mr. Pope, for the generality, took Mr. Rowe's edition as his guide,

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Isab. Gracious Duke,
Harp not on that ; nor do not banish reason
For inequality ; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear, where it seems hid;
Not hide the false, seems true.

Duke. Many, that are not mad,
Have, sure, more lack of reason.
What would you say?

Ifab. I am the sister of one Claudio,
Condemn'd

upon

the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn’d by Angelo :
I, in probation of a fisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother, one Lucio,
As then the messenger,
Lucio. That's I, an't like your

Grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord. Angelo,
For her poor brother's pardon.

Isab. That's he, indeed.
Duke. You were not bid to speak. [T. Lucio
Lucio. No, my good Lord, nor wish'd to hold my

peace.
Duke. I wish you now then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when

you

have
A bufiness for yourself, pray heav'n, you then
Be perfect.

Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed to't.
Ijab. 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.

Isab. I went
To this pernicious caitiff Deputy.

Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.

Jab. Pardon it:
The phrase is to the matter.

Duke. Mended again: the matter ; - proceed.
Ijab. In brief; (to set the needless process by,

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How I persuaded, how I pray'd and kneelid,
How he repell’d me, and how I reply'd;
For this was of much length) the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter.
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscent intemp'rate luft,
Release my brother; and after much debatement,
My fifterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: But the next morn betimes,
His purpose furfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother's head.

Duke. This is most likely!
Isab. Oh, that it were as like, as it is true !
Duke. By heav'n, fond wretch, thou know'ft not

what thou fpeak'it;
Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour
In hateful practice. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish ; next, it imports no reason,
That with such vehemence he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended,
He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself,
And not have cut him off. Some one hath set you on;
Confess the truth, and say, by whose advice
Thou cam'ft here to complain.

Ifab. And is this all ?
Then, oh, you blessed ministers above !
Keep me in patience ; and with ripen'd time,
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance: heav'n fhield your Grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go.

Duke. I know you'd fain be gone. An officer;
To prison with her. Shall we thus permit
A blafting and a scandalous breath to fall
On him to near us ? this needs must be a practice.
Who knew of your intent, and coming hither?

Isab. One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.

Duke. A ghostly father, belike: Who knows that Lodowick? Lucie. My Lord, I know him ; 'tis a meddling Friar;

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