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I do not like the man; had he been lay, my Lord,
Duke. Words againft me this is a good Friar, belike;
Lucio. But yesternight, my Lord, she and that Friar,
Peter. Blessed be your royal Grace !
Duke. We did believe no less.
Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy;
Lucio. My Lord, most villainously; believe it.
Peter. Well; he in time may come to clear himself;
Duke. Good Friar, let's hear it.
Give us fome feats; come, coufin Angelo, (29)
[Isabella is carried off, guarded.
Enter Mariana veiled.
First, let her shew her face, and after, speak.
Mari. Pardon, my Lord, I will not thew my face,
Duke. What are you marry'd?
Duke. Why are you nothing then ? neither maid, widow, nor wife!
Lucio. My Lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nòr 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 marry'd; And, I confess besides, I am no maid ; I've known my husband; yet my husband knows not, That ever he knew me.
come coufin Angelo, In this I'll be impartial : be you judge
of your own cause.] Surely, this Duke had odd notions of impartiality: to profess it, and then commit the decision of a cause to the perfon accus'd of being the criminal. He talks much more rationally on this affair, when he speaks in the character of the Friar,
- The Duke's unjust
Which here you come t'accuse.-
Lucie. He was drunk then, my Lord; it can be no better,
Duke. For the benefit of filence, would thou wert.fo BOO..
Lucio. Well, my Lord.
Mari. Now I come to't, my Lord.
depofe I had him in mine arms, With all the effect of love.
Ang Charges she more than me?
Ang. This is a strange abuse ; let's see thy face.
Duke. Know you this woman?
Ang. My Lord, I mult confess, I know this woman ;
time of five years - VOL.I.
I never fpake with her, faw, her, nor heard from her,
Mari. Noble Prince,
Ang. I did but smile 'till now.
Thou foolish Friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Peter. Would he were here, my Lord; for he, indeed,
Duke. Go, do itinftantly.
any chastisement: I for a while Will leave you ; but stir-not you, 'till you have well Determined upon these flanderers.
Exit. Escal. My Lord, we'll do it throughly; Signior Lucid, did not you say, you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest perfon
Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honest in nothing, but in his cloaths ; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke.
Escal. We shall intreat you to abide here 'till he come, and inforce them against him ; we hall find this Friar a notable fellow.
Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.
Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again: I wouli speak with her: pray you, my Lord, give me leave co quellion ; you hall see how I'll handle her.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, the should sooner confess ; perchance, publickly she'll be asham'd.
Enter Duke in the Friar's Habit, and Provost; Isabella
is brought in. Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight.
Escal. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewonnan denies all that
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.
Escal. Come, Sir, did you set these women on to Sander Lord Angelo ? they have confess'd
did. Duke. "Tis false. Escal. How ? know you where you are ? Duke. Respect to your great place ; and let the devil