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Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell theé pretty tales of the duke.

Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough. Lucio, I was once before him for getting a wench with child.

Duke. Did you such a thing?

Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to forswear it; they would else have marry'd me to her.

Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well.

Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end:-Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick. [Exeunt the Duke, and Lucio.

SCENE II.

Angelo's House.

Enter ESCALUS, and ANGELO, with letters.

Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd other.

Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness.-' Pray heaven, his wisdom be not tainted!-And why meet him at the gates, and deliver our authorities there?

Escal. I guess not.

Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?

Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.

Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd:I'll call you at your house:

Give notice to such men of sort and suit,
As are to meet him.

Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well.

[Exit ESCALUS. Ang. This deed unshapes me quite, makes me un

pregnant,

And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!
And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

The law against it!-But that her tender shame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me?-

He should have liv'd,

Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge,
By so receiving a dishonour'd life,

With ransom of such shame.-'Would yet he had liv'd!

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,

Nothing goes right!-we would, and we would not.

[Exit,

END OF ACT IV.

ACT V.

SCENE.

Before the Gates of Vienna.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

Enter, from the City, Guards, ANGELO, ESCALUS, Lucio, two Appari ́s, and Gentlemen :—towards the City, Guards, the Duke, FREDERICK, LEOPOLD, Provost, and Gentlemen.

[ANGELO and ESCALUS kneel, and deliver their com missions to the Duke.]

Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met :—
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
Ang. Happy return be to your royal grace!

Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to publick thanks,
Forerunning more requital.

Ang. You make my bonds still greater.

Duke. O, your desert speaks loud: Give me your
hand,

And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within.-Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand;—
And good supporters are you.

Enter Friar PETER, and ISABELLA, from the city.
Isab. Justice, O royal duke!-Vail your regard
Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid!
O, 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, justice, justice!
Duke. Relate your wrongs; In what? By whom?
Be brief:

Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice;
Reveal yourself to him.

Isab. O, worthy duke,

You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believ'd,

Or wring redress from you: hear me, O, 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,→→→

Isab. By course of justice!

Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange, Isab. Most strange, but yet most truely, will Į

speak:

That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange?

That Angelo's a murderer; is 't not strange
That Angelo is

A hypocrite, a virgin violator;
Is it not strange, and strange?

Duke. Nay, it is ten times strange.
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 the end of reckoning.

Duke. Away with her :-Poor soul !
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.

Isab. O, I conjure thee, prince, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world,

That thou neglect me not, with that opinion

That I am touch'd with madness: make not impos

'sible

That which but seems unlike: 't is not impossible,
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,

In all his dressings, characts, 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.

Duke. By mine honesty,

If she be mad, (as I believe no other,)
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,-~
Such a dependency of thing on thing,

As ne'er I heard in madness.

Isab. O, gracious duke,

Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason

For inequality: but let your reason serve

To make the truth appear.

Duke. Many that are not mad,

Have, sure, more lack of reason.-What would you say?

Isab. 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 sisterhood,

Was sent to by my brother: One Lucio

Was 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.

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 business for yourself, 'pray heaven, you then Be perfect.

Lucio. I warrant your honour.

Duke. The warrant 's for yourself; take heed to it. Isab. 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.

Isab. Pardon it;

The phrase is to the matter.

Duke. Mended again: The matter?-Proceed.
Isab. In brief,-to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd,
How he refell'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 my unchaste surrender,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,

And I did yield to him: But the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, 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 heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st not what thou speak'st;

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