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To meet me at the consecrated fount,
A league below the city; and from thence,
By cold gradation and weal-balanced form,
We shall proceed with Angelo.

Re-enter PROVOST.
Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself.

Duke. Convenient is it: Make a swift return:
For I would commune with you of such things,
That want no ear but yours.
Prov. I'll make all speed.

[Exit. Isab. [within]. Peace, ho, be here!

Duke. The tongue of Isabel :-She's come to know,
If yet her brother's pardon be come hither :
But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
When it is least expected.

Enter ISABELLA.
Isab. Ho, by your leave.
Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

Isab. The better given me, by so holy a man.
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon ?

Duke. He hath released him, Isabel, from the world; His head is off, and sent to Angelo.

Isab. Nay, but it is not so.

Duke. It is no other:
Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience.

Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.
Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight.

Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel !
Injurious World ! Most damned Angelo!

Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot:
Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
Mark what I say; which you shall find
By every syllable, a faithful verity:
The duke comes home to-morrow; nay, dry your eyes ;
One of our convent, and his confessor,
Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried
Notice to Escalus and Angelo;
Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom
In that good path that I would wish it go ;
And you shall have your bosom* on this wretch,
Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
And general honour.

Isab. I am directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give;
Tis that he sent me of the duke's return:
Say, by this token, I desire his company
At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours,
I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you

* Your heart's desire.

Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self,
I am combined by a sacred vow,
And shall be absent. Wend* you with this letter:
Command these fretting waters from your eyes
With a light heart; trust not mine holy order,
If I pervert your course.-Who's here >

Enter LUCIO.
Lucio. Good even !
Friar, where is the provost ?

Duke. Not within, Sir.

Lucio. O, pretty Ísabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red : thou must be patient: I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me tot: But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.

[Exit ISABELLA. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.

Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.

Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell thee 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 was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.

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: If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it: Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick.

(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO's House.

Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS. Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'dt 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 re-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 bave 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:

+ Contradicted

* Go.

Betimes i' the morn, 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.
Ang. Good night.--
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant,
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid !
And by an eminent body, that enforced
The law against it !- But that her tender shame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me? Yet reason darest her?-no:
For my authority bears a credenti bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch,
But it confounds the breather. He should have lived,
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 lived !
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right;

we would, and we would not. [Exit. SCENE V.-Tields without the Town. Enter DUKE in his own habit, and Friar PETER. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. [Giving letters. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift; Though sometimes you do blench|| from this to that, As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house, And tell him where I stay: give the like notice, To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate; But send me Flavius first. F. Peter. It shall be speeded well.

T.Exit FRIAR. Enter VARRIUS. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste : Come, we will walk : There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Street near the City Gate.

Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath;
I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
That is your part: yet I'm advised to do it;
He says, to veil fullT purpose.

Mari. Be ruled by him.
Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse side,
* Figure and rank.

† Calls, challenges her to do it.
# Credit unquestionable.
1 Start ofi.

(Availful

& Utterer.

I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic,
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, friar Peter-
Isab. O, peace; the friar is come.

Enter Frar PETER.
F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
Where you may have such vantage* on the duke,
He shall not pass you; Twice have the trumpets sounded;
The generoust and gravest citizens
Have hentI the gates, and very near upon
The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away.

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.-A public Place near the City Gate. MARIANA (veiled), ISABELLA, and PETER, at a distance. Enter

at opposite doors, DUKE, VARRIUS, Lords ; ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, PROVOST, Officers and Citizens.

Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met:
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.

Ang. and Escal. 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 public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.
Ang. You make my bonds still greater.

Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of oblivion : 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.

PETER and ISABELLA come forward.
F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel before him.

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 give me justice, justice, justice, justice! Duke. Relate your wrongs : In what? By whom? Be brief: * Advantage

+ Most noble. # Seized.

s Lower.

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 believed,
Or wring redress from you: hear me, O, hear me, here.

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 truly, will I speak:
That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange ?
That Angelo's a murderer ; is't not strange ?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
Is it not strange, and strange?

Duke. Nay, 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 prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touched with madness : make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: 'tis 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 bath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'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, where it seems hid;
And hide the false, seems true.

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

* Habits and characters of office.

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