I have delivered to lord Angelo Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs for headstrong steeds) Which for these fourteen years we have let sleep That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond fathers Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd; And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd, Than in lord Angelo. Duke. I do fear, too dreadful: Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, 'Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them For what I bid them do: For we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass, And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, I have on Angelo impos'd the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike bome, And yet my nature never in the sight, Supply me with the habit, and instruct me Enter LUCIO. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as theee cheer roses Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me A novice of this place, and the fair sister Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: Not to be weary with you, he's in prisou, Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks: Isab. Sir, make me not your story.⚫ I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth,+ 'tis thus: Your brother and his lover have embrac'd : Lucio. Is she your cousin? names, Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their Isab. Oh! let him marry her! The duke is very strangely gone from hence : ac- Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, At our more leisure shall I render you; SCENE V.-A Nunnery. In hand, and hope of action: but we do leara Fran. Are not these large enough? more; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Fran. It is a man's voice: Gentle Isabella, Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me Lucio. Assay the power you have. And make us lose the good we oft might win, Ang. How now, Sir ! What's your name? and what's the watter? 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 bere 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 bave. Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise officer. 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; parcel +-bawd; Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the one that serves a bad woman; whose house, Sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs ; Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I detest before heaven and your bonour, 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 unclean Whether you had not sometime in your life Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, What know the laws, That justice seizes. The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Prov. Here, if it like your honour. 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 80 Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it. Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces? Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing (saving your honour's reverence,) for stew'd prunes; Sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes. Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, Sir. Clo. No, indeed, Sir, not of a pin; you are there'n in the right: but, to the point; As I say, this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, pay[Exit PROVOST.ing for them very honestly;-for, as you know, master Froth, I cou'd not give you three-pence again. Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : Froth. No, indeed. Clo. Very well you being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes. Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, were past cure of the thing yon wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you. Froth. All this is true. Clo. Why, very well then. Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose.-What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her. Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Escal. No, Sir, nor I mean it not. Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into master Froth here, Sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas : -Was't not at Hallowmas, master Froth? Froth. All-hollond eve. Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths: He, Sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, Sir; 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to sit Have you not? Froth I have so; because it is an open room, and good for winter. Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be truths. Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Escal. I think no less: Good morrow to your lordship. [Exit ANGELO. Now, Sir, come on; What was done to Elbow's wife, once more? Clo. Once, Sir? there was nothing done to her once. Elb. I beseech you, Sir, ask him what this man did to my wife. Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. Escal. Well, Sir: What did this gentleman to her? Clo. I beseech you, Sir, look in this gentleman's face :-Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose: Doth your honour mark his face ? Escal. Ay, Sir, very well. Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? Escal. Why, no. Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him: Good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the constable's wife any harm ? I would know that of your honour. Escal. He's in the right: Constable, what say you to it? Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman. Clo. By this hand, Sir, his wife is a more respected person than any of us all. Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her. Escal Which is the wiser here? Justice or Iniquity? Is this true? Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! I respected with ber, before I was married to her? If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer:-Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. Escal. If he took you a box o' ear, you might have your action of slander too. Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: What is't your worship's pleasure I should do with this wicked caitiff? Escal. Truly, officer, because he bath some offences ly him, that thou wouldst discover if thon couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st what they are. Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it : Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou art to continue, Escal. Where were you born, friend? [TO FROTH. Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir. Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Froth. Yes, an't please you, Sir. Escal. So.-What trade are you of, Sir? [To the CLOWN. Clo. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster. Escal. Your mistress's name ? Clo. Mistress Over-done. Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband. Clo. Nine, Sir; Over-done by the last. Escal. Nine!-Come hither to me, master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapɛters: they will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them: Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you. Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in. Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: farewell. [Exit FROTH.-Come you hither to me, master tapster: what's your name, master tapster? Clo. Pompey. Escal. What else? Clo. Bum, Sir. Escal. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall be the better for you. Clo. Truly, Sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live. Escal. How would you live Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade? Clo. If the law would allow it, Sir. Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth in the city? Escal. No, Pompey. Clo. Truly, Sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: It is but heading and hanging. Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after threepence a bay: If you live to see this come to pass, say, Pompey told you so. Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you,-I advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you do if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this time, Pompey, fare you well. Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall better determine. Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade; The valiant heart's not whipt out his trade. Elb. And a half, Sir. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Elb. Faith, Sir, few of any wit in such matters as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all. Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Elb. To your worship's house, Sir ? Escal. To my bouse: Fare you well. [Exit. ELBOW.] What's o'clock, think you? Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost ? Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow ? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again? Prov. Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er bis doom. Ang. Go to; let that be mine: Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spar'd. Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour. Ang. Dispose of her Ang. Well; the matter? Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Isab. O just, but severe law ! I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring. Lucio. [To ISAB ] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Isab. Must be needs die? Ang. Maiden, no reusedy. Isub. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. Ang. I will not do't. Isab. But can you, if you would? Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse* As mine is to him? Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late, Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner. Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once, To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Found out the remedy: How would you be, Re-enter SERVANT. If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? Oh! think on that, Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Desires access to you. Like man new made. Ang. Hath he a sister? Ang. Be you content, fair maid; Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very, virtuous It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: maid, And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already. Ang. Well let her be admitted. [Exit SERV. See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for it. Enter LUCIO and ISABELLA. Prov. Save your honour ! You [Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.-To ISAB.] are welcome: What's your will? Isab, I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour bear me. Ang. Well; what's your suit? Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war 'twixt will and will not. Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him;-be must die to Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Are now to have no successive degrees, But, where they live, to end. Isab. Yet show some pity. From fasting maids, whose rainds are dedicate To nothing temporal. Ang. Well come to me To-morrow. Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to ISABELLA. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Ang. Amen: for I Am that way going to temptation, Ang. I show it most of all, when I show Where prayers cross. justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Isab. So, you must be the first that gives this sentence; And he, that suffers: Oh! it is excellent Lucio. That's well said. Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven ! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled + oak, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd- Lucio. Oh! to him, to him, wench: he will relent; He's coming, I perceive't. Prov. Pray heaven, she win him! Isab. At what hour to-morrow Shall I attend your lordship? Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour! [Aside [Exeunt LUCIO, ISABELLA, and PROVOST. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtne!— What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, Do, as the carrion does, not as the nower, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? () fie, fie, fle! What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good! Oh let her brother live: | Thieves for their robbery have authority. When judges steal themselves. love her, What? do I That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on ? [O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strum pet, With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our-Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know That's like my brother's fault: if it confess Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Ang. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.- Fare you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me :-Come again to morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, turn back. Ang. How! bribe me Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, When men were fond, I sinil'd, and wonder'd how. [Exit. SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison. Enter DUKE habited like a Friar, and Duke. Hail to you, provost ! so, I think you are. Prov. I am the provost : What's your will, good friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison: do me the common right Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter JULIET. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Who falling in the flames of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: She is with child. And he that got it, sentenc'd a young man More fit to do another such offence, Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that beaven shall Than die for this. |