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By vain though apt affection.
She it is.
This is the point.
your poor brother.
Has censur'ds him Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath A warrant for his execution.
Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
4 Power of gaining favour.
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
Assay the power you have,
Our doubts are traitors,
Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Good sir, adieu.
Officers, and other Attendants.
one shape, till custom make it
And let it keep
Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death: Alas! this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know,9 (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 wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err’d in this point which now you censure 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, passing 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. What know the laws, That thieves do pass? on thieves ? 'Tis very preg.
I Suited. 4 Because.
2 Pass judgment.
Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
Where is the provost?
See that Claudio Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.
[Exit Provost. Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us all! Soine rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : Some run from brakes 6 of vice, and answer none; And some condemned for a fault alone.
Enter ELBOW, FROTH, Clown, Officers, &c.
Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a common-weal, that do nothing but use 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 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 sure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good christians ought to have.
6 Thickets, thorny paths of vice. VOL. II.
Escal. This comes off well; 8 here's a wise of-ficer.
Ang. Go to: What quality are they of ? Elbow is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.
Elb. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcelo-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she professes' a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.
Escal. How know you that ?
Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest? before heaven and your honour,
Escal. How! thy wife?
Elb. Ay, sir ; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,
Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore?
Elb. I say, sir, I will detest 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, constable ?
Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.
Escal. By the woman's means ?
Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Overdone's means : but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. 8 Well told.