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Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whore-master: if he be a whore-monger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.
Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, Free from all faults, “as faults from seeming free !"
« Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord,
Clown. I spy comfort; I cry bail ; here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine.
334 Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? whats at the heels of Cæsar ? art thou led in triumph ? What, is there none of Pigmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, " for putting the hand in the “ pocket and extracting it clutch’d? what reply ? 'ha? « what say'st thou to this tune, matter, and method ? “ Is't not drown'd i' the last rain ? ha? what say’st. oc thou, trot? is the world as it was, man? Which is 66-the way? is it sad, and few words? or how? the “ trick of its
“ Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse ! “ Lucio." How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress?
procures she still ? has
6. Clown. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, " and she is lierself in the tub.
349 “ Lucio, Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it 66 must be so: ever your fresh whore, and your
lis neck will come to your waist, a cord,
powder'd bawd: an unshun'd
it must be “50 :" Art going to prison, Pompey?
Clown. Yes, faith, sir,
Lucio. Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey: farewel : go ; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?
Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. 358
Lucio. Well, then imprison him : if, imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right : Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewel, good Pompey : Commend me to the prison, Pompey: You will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.
Clown. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.
Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to encrease your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more: Adieu, trusty Pompey.--Bless
Elb, Come your ways,, sir, come.
[Excunt ELBOW, Clown, and Officers. What news, friar, of the duke?
spy comfort; I cry bail; here's a gentles
of Pigmalion's images, newly made wo: had now, " for putting the hand in the id extracting it clutch'd? what reply ? lia? st thou to this tune, matter, and method? frown'd i' the last rain? ha? what say'st t? is the world as it was, man? Which is is it sad, and few words? or how the > till thus, and thus ! still worse ! How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? still ? has Iroth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, herself in the tub.
349 Vhy, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it
ever your fresh whore, and your
Duke. I know none; Can you tell me of any?
Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Russia ; other some, he is in Rome : But where is he, think you?
Duke. I know not where : but wheresoever, I wish him well.
Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to.
Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to't.
390 Duke, He does well in't. Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do no harın in himn : something too crabbed that, way, friar.
Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must
Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well ally'd : but it is impossible to extirp it quité, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo was not made by man and woman, after the downright way of creation ; Is it true, think you ?
409 Duke. How should he be made then
Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him :Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes: « But it is certain, that when he makes water, his urine " is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true: and he is “ a motion ungenerative, that's infallible."
Duke. You are pleasant; sir; and speak apace. Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him,
I know none; Can you tell me of any? Some say, he is with the emperor of Russia ; ie, he is in Rome : But where is he, think
know not where : but wheresoever, I wish
It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to
the state, and usurp the beggary he was i to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his e puts transgression to't.
390 does well in't. little more lenity to lechery would do him: something too crabbed that way,
is too general a vice, and sererity must
« for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the “life of a man?" Would the duke, that is absent, have done this ? cre he would have hang'd a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport; he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.
Duke. I never heard the absent duke inuch detected for women; he was not inclin'd that way.
Lucio. O, sir, you are deceiv'd.
Lucio. Whor not the duket yes, your beggar of fifty ;- and his use was, to put a ducket in her clack dish: the duke had crotchets in him :. He would be drunk too; that let me inform you.
Duke. You do him wrong, surely.
Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his: A shy fellow was the duke ; and, I believe, I know the cause of his withdrawing.
Duke. What, I pr'ythee, might be the cause? 430
Lucio. No--pardon ;-'tis a secret must be lock'd within the teeth and the lips : but this I can let you understand,-The greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.
Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was.
Lucid. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.
Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking; the very stream of his life, and the business he hath helmed, must, upon a warranted need, give hiin
's, in good sooth, the vice is of a great is well ally'd : but it is impossible to ex•
friar, till eating and drinking be put / say, this Angelo was not made by man after the downright way of creation ; Is
should he be made then? : report, a sea-maid spawn'd him : was begot between two stock -fishes :xin, that when he makes water, his urine ice; that I know to be true: and he is generative, that's infallible." re pleasant, sir; and speak apace. what a ruthless thing is this in him,
a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall appear, to the envious, a scholar, a statesman, and a soldier: Therefore, you speak unskilfully; or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd in your malice.
Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him.
Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.
Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know. 449
Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, (as our prayers are he máy)' let me desire you to make your answer before him : If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you;" and, I pray you, your name?
Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke.
Duke. He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you."
Lucio. I fear you not,
Duke. Oh, you hope, the duke will return no more; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But, indeed, I can do you little harm : "you'll forswear this again.
Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceiv'd in me, friar. But no more of this : Canst thou tell, if Claudio die to-morrow, or no? Duke. Why should he die, sir ?