Duke. Come hither, Mariana ; Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.— [Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and Provost. Escal. My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonor, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke. Come hither, Isabel: Your friar is now your prince: as I was then Advértising, and holy1 to your business, Not changing heart with habit, I am still Attorneyed at your service. Isab. O, give me pardon, That I, your vassal, have employed and pained Your unknown sovereignty. Duke. You are pardoned, Isabel: And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Which I did think with slower foot came on, That brained my purpose: but peace be with him! Than that which lives to fear: make it So happy is your brother. your comfort, Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and Provost. Isab. I do, my lord. Duke. For this new-married man, approaching here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wronged Your well-defended honor, you must pardon For Mariana's sake; but as he adjudged your brother, 1 Advertising and holy, attentive and faithful. 2 Perhaps we should read demonstrance. (Being criminal, in double violation Most audible, even from his proper tongue, Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Which, though thou would'st deny, denies thee vantage:1 We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stooped to death, and with like haste ;— Away with him. Mari. O, my most gracious lord, Duke. It is your husband mocked you with a husband: Consenting to the safeguard of your honor, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, We do instate and widow you withal, To buy you a better husband. Mari. O, my dear lord, Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. [Kneeling. Duke. Away with him to death.-Now, sir, [To LuCIO.] You do but lose your labor; to you. Mari. O, my good lord!-Sweet Isabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and, all my life to come, I'll lend you all my life to do you service. Duke. Against all sense you do impórtune her: Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, VOL. I. 1 i. e. "to deny which will avail thee nothing." 53 Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Mari. Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. Most bounteous sir, [Kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemned, Till he did look on me: since it is so, Let him not die: My brother had but justice, For Angelo, His act did not o'ertake his bad intent; And must be buried but as an intent That perished by the way: thoughts are no subjects; Intents but merely thoughts. Mari. Merely, my lord. Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded Prov. It was commanded so. Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed? Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private message. Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office : Give up your keys. Prov. Prov. His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio. Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure; Re-enter Provost, BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO, and JULIet. Duke. Which is that Barnardine? Prov. This, my lord. Duke. There was a friar told me of this man :- And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt condemned; I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that? That should have died when Claudio lost his head; [Unmuffles CLAUDIO. Duke. If he be like your brother, [To ISABELLA.] for his sake Is he pardoned; and, for your lovely sake, 1 i. e. so far as they are punishable on earth. Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth yours.'_ I find an apt remission in myself: And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;— You, sirrah, [To LUCIO.] that knew me for a fool, a coward, One all of luxury,2 an ass, a madman; 3 Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick: If you will hang me for it, you may, but I had rather it would please you I might be whipped. Duke. Whipped first, sir, and hanged after.Proclaim it, provost, round about the city; If any woman's wronged by this lewd fellow, Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore! Your highness said even now, I made you a duke; good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold. Duke. Upon mine honor, thou shalt marry her. Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits.-Take him to prison: And see our pleasure herein executed. Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging. Duke. Slandering a prince deserves it. She, Claudio, that you wronged, look you restore. I have confessed her, and I know her virtue.- 1 "Her worth worth yours;" that is, "her value is equal to yours; the match is not unworthy of you." 2 Incontinence. 3 Thoughtless practice. |