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leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle her.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her pri.
is brought in.
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight.
Escal. Come on, mistress; here's a gentlewoman denies all that you 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. Lucío. Mum.
311 Escal. Come, sir; did you set these women on to slander lord Angelo ? they have confess’d you did.
Duke. Tis false.
· Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak:
320 Duke. Boldly, at least :-But, oh, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress : Is the duke gone ?
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he, I spoke of.
Duke. Be not solaot; the duke i
Is this the man, that you did tell us of?.
bald-pate : Do you know me? 351 Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice : I met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
Lucio. Oh, did you so ?. And do you remember -what you said of the duke ?
Duke. Most notedly, sir.
Lucio. Vo you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be ?
360 . Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him ; and much more, much worse.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches ?
Duke. I protest, I love the duke, as I love myself,
Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.
Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :. Away with him to prison :mo" Where is the provost ? “ -Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon « him: let him speak no more:”-away with those giglots too, and with the other confederate compa.. nion.
[The Provost lays hands on the Dyke. Duke Stay, sir; stay a while.
375 Ang. What! resists he ? Help him, Lucio.
Lucio. Come, sir ; come, şir; come, sir: foh, sir s. Wliy, you bald-pated, lying rascall you must be
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hooded, must you ? show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sleep-biting' face, and be hang'd an hour! Will’t not ofta.
[Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers the Duke. · Duke. Thou art the first knave, tiiat e'er niad'st a duke.
Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging.
[To Escalus. We'll borrow place of 'him :-Sir, by your leave :
Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her ina
[Exeunt Angelo, MARIANA, Peter, and Prevost.
Duke. Come hither, Isabel :
Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel :