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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,

Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means: but as she spit in his face, so she defied him.

Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it!

Escal. Do you hear, how he misplaces? [To Angelo. 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 The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two of some three-pence; your honours have seen such Guiltier, than him they try. What's open made to jus-dishes ;they are not China dishes, but very good dishes. That justice seizes. What know the laws, tice, Escal. Goto, go to; no matter for the dish, sir. That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, the right; but, to the point: As I say, this mistress Because we see it; but what we do not see, Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belWe tread upon, and never think of it. ly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes, and having but You may not so extenuate his offence, 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→ ing for them very honestly;-for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.

For I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that censure him, do so offend,
Let miue own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.
Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.

Ang. Where is the provost?

Prov. Here, if it like your honour.
Ang. See, that Claudio

Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:
Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd!
For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.[Exit Provost.
Escal. Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes ofvice, and answer none;
And some condemned for a fault alone.

Enter ELBOW, FROTH, Clown, Officers, etc.
Elb. Come, bring them away! If these be good people
in a common-weal, that do nothing but use their abu-
ses 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.

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.
Ang. What are you, sir?

Elb. He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-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?

Froth. No, indeed.

Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes.

Froth. Ay, soIdid, 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 you 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 nighţ 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?

Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face!


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?


- Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for
good purpose:- doth your honour mark his face?
Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well!
Escal. Well, I do so.

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 thea; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the con

stable's wife any harm? I would know that of your


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.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 mis-you: it is but heading and hanging.
tress is a respected woman.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell

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 her,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' the 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 hath some offences in him, that thou wouldst discover, if thou 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


Escal. Where were you born, friend? [To Froth.
Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.

Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year?
Froth. Yes, and'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 tapsters; 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 tap-
ster; 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 youths in the city?

Escal. No, Pompey.

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 Caesar 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 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 of his trade. [Exit.
Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come hi-
ther, master Constable! How long have you been in
this place of constable?

Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.

Escal. Ithought, by your readiness in the office, yon had continued in it some time: you say, seven years together?

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 house. Fare you well!— [Exit Elbow. What's o'clock, think you?

Just. Eleven, sir.

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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

To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Re-enter Servant.

Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Desires access to you.

Ang. Hath he a sister?

Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

If not already.

Ang. Well, let her be admitted!

See you, the fornicatress be remov'd;

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Why, all the souls, that were, were forfeit once;
And He, that might the vantage best have took,
Found oat the remedy: how would you be,
Ifhe, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are? O, think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.

Ang. Be you content, fair maid;

[Exit Servant. It is the law, not I, condemns your brother; Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for it.


Prov. Save your honour!

[Offering to retire.

It should be thus with him; - he must die to-morrow. Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him,

spare him!

He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens

Ang. Stay a little while. [To Isab.] You are wel-We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven

come. What's your will?

Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear 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.

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!

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done:
Mine were the very cypher of a function,

To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.

Isab. Ojust, but severe law!

I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour!


Lucio. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, intreat him;

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown!
You are too cold: if you should need a pin,

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say!

Isab. Must he needs die?

Ang. Maiden, no remedy!

Isab. 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, ifyou 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, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have slipt, like him; But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Ang. Pray you, begone!

Isab. I would to heaven, I had your potency, And you were Isabel! should it then be thus?

With less respect, than we do minister

To our gross selves? Good,good my lord, bethink
Who is it that hath died for this offence?
There's many have committed it.

Lucio. Ay, well said.


Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hathi slept:

Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,

If the first man, that did the edict infringe,
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!

Ang. I show it most of all, when I show 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;
Your brother dies to-morrow: be content!

Isab. So you must be the first,that gives this sentence, And he, that suffers. O, it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous,
To use it like a giant.

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 butthun-
Merciful heaven!


Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the soft myrtle: O, but man, proud man!
Drest in a little brief authorithy,

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence, - like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench! he will relent; He's coming, I perceive't.

Prov. Pray heaven, she win him!

Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.

Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o' that! Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't!

Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err, like others, 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

A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Against my brother's life!

Ang. She speaks, and 'tis

Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. well!

Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back!

I come to visit the afflicted spirits

Here in the prison: do me the common right
To let me see them; and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.

Prov.I would do more than that, if more were needful.

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;

Fare you And he, that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this!

Ang. I will bethink me:- come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back!

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Shall I attend your lordship? Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour!

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Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind, than his.
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, [Aside. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,

[Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost.
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue!
What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha!
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That lying by the violet, in the sun,

Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense,

Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,

Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy!
What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things
That make her good? O, let her brother live:
Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again,

And feast upon her eyes? Whast 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 strumpet,
With all her double vigour, art, and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite: -ever, till now,

When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how.


SCENE III. A room in a prison. Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. 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,

Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven; Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,

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SCENE IV. - A room in Angelo's house.

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,

As if I did but only chew his name;
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception: the state, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
'Tis not the devil's crest.-

Enter Servant.
How now, who's there?
Serv. One Isabel, a sister,

Desires access to you.

Ang. Teach her the way.— O heavens!

[Exit Servant.

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;

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Ang. Ha! fy, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
A man already made, as to remit

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made,

As to put mettle in restrained means,
To make a false one.

Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.
Ang. Say you so? then I shall poze you quickly.
Which had you rather, That the most just law
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,
As she that he hath stain'd?

Isab. Sir, believe this,

I had rather give my body, than my soul.

Ang. I talk not of your soul; our compell'd sins Stand more for number than accompt. Isab. How say you?

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Might there not be a charity in sin, To save this brother's life?

Isab. Please you to do't,

I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
It is no sin at all, but charity.

Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poize of sin and charity.

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your, answer.

Ang. Nay, but hear me :

Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seem so craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
But graciously to know, I am no better.

Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright,
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder,
Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me;
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:
Your brother is to die.

Isab. So.

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears

Accountant to the law upon that pain. Isab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister,
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let him suifer;
What would you do?

Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
That is, Were I under the terms of death,
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed,
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame.

Ang. Then must your brother die.
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:
Better it were, a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence, That you have slander'd so?

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Are of two houses: lawful mercy

Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother

A merriment than a vice.

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean :
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
For his advantage, that I dearly love.
Ang. We are all frail.

Isab. Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary, but only he,
Owe, and succeed by weakness.
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.

Isab. Ay, as the glasses, where they view themselves; Which are as easy broke, as they make forms. Women! Help heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft, as our complexions are,

And credulous to false prints.

Ang. I think it well:

And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames) let me be bold;—

I do arrest your words; be that you are,

That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
If you be one, (as you are well express'd
By all external warrants,) show it now,
By putting on the destin❜d livery.

Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
Let me entreat you speak the former language!
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, That he shall die for it.

Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.

Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.

Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And most pernicious purpose!--Seeming, seeming!

I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:

Sign me a present pardon for my brother,

Or, with an ontstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Aloud, what man thou art!

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