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Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on
Prefixt by Angela: fee this be done,
And sent according to command; while I
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.

Prow. This shall be done, good father, presently.
But Barnardine must die this afternoon:
And how shall we continue Claudiot
To save me from the danger that might come,
If he were known alive?

Duke. Let this be done;
Put them in secret holds, 6'Claudia and Barnardine*
Ere twice the fun hath made his journal greeting
» 'To th' under generations you shall find
Your safety 8 'manifests

Prov. I am your free dependant.

Duke. 9 'Quick, quick,x and send the head to Angeh.

[Exit Prov.

Now will I write letters to Angelo,

The Provost he shall bear them, whose contents

Shall witness to him I am near at home;

And that by great injunctions I am bound

To enter publickly: him I'll desire

To meet me at the consecrated fount,

A league below the city; and from thence,

By cold gradation and well-ballanc'd form,

LW& shall proceed with Angelo.

Enter Provost.

Prov. Here is the head, I'll carry it my self.

Duke. Convenient is it: make a swift return j For I would commune with you of such things That want no ears but yours.

Prov. I'll make all speed, . [Exit.

6 both Barnarilnt and Cleutio: 7 To yonder generation, 8 manifested. 9 Quick, dispatch,


Isabel within.
Jsab. Peace, hoa, be here!

Duke. The tongue of Isabel. She comes to know
If yet her brother's pardon be come hither:
But I will keep her ign'rant of her good,
To make her heav'nly 1 'comfort of despair,
When it is kast expected.

Enter Isabel.
Jsab. By your leave.

Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

Jsab. The better, giv'n me by so holy a man: Hath yet the Deputy sent my brother's pardon?

Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the world; His head is off, and sent to Angela.

Isab. Nay, but it is not so.

Duke. It is no other.
Shew wisdom, daughter, in your closest patience.

Isab. Oh, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.

Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight.

Isab. Unhappy Claudia, wretched Isabel!
Injurious world, most damned Angelo!

Duke. This hurts not him, nor profits you a jot:
Forbear it therefore, give your cause to heav'n:
Mark what I fay, which you shall surely find
By ev'ry syllable a faithful verity.
The Duke comes home to-morrow; dry your eyes j
One of our convent, and his confeflbr
Gives me this news: already he hath carry'd
Notice to Escalus and Angelo
Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
There to give up their power. Pace your wisdom
In that good path that I would wish it go,
And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,


9 comfortJ

Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart,

^And gen'ral honour.

Jsab. I'm 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** house. Her cause and yours
I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you
Before the Duke i and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home and home. For my poor selfj
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 my holy order
If I pervert your course. Who's here }


Enter Lucip.

Lucio. Good even
Friar, where is the Provost?

Duke. Not within, Sir.

iMcio. Oh pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart fl> . fee 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 to't. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark comers had been at home, he had lived.

Duke. Sir, the Duke is marveKous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. 1 ■ ■

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do; he's a better woodman than thou tak'st 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 cold me too many of him already, Sur,

if they be true; if not, none were enough.

Lucio. s was once before him for getting a wench wirf» child.

Duke. Did you iuch a thing?

Lucio. Yes marry did I; but I was fain to fbrfttfear k 9 they would elfc have marry'd 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, Friary I am a kind of bur, I (hall stick. [Exeunt,

The Palace.

Enter Angelo and Efcalus.

Escal. T?Very letter he hath writ hath difvouch'd other.

A-' Aug. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions mew much like to madness: pray heav'n 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 entring, that if any crave redress of injustice, they lhould exhibit their petitions in the street?

Efcd. He Ifoews his reason for that; to have a dispatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which (naU then have no power to stand against us.

Ang. Well; I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd betimes : i' th' morn; I'll call you at your house: give notice to such men of fort and suit as are to meet him. . EJcd. I shall, Sir: fare you well {Exit.

Ang. Good night. This deed

Unshapes me quite, makes me * 'unpregnant, duliN

Tt> all proceedings. A defloured maid,

.And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

"The law against itl but that her tender shame

"Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,

How might she tongue me! yet reason dares her: 3 'no,

For my authorityv bears off all credence;

That no particular scandal once can touch,

But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd,

Save that his riotous youth, with dang'rous fense,

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.

Tie Fields without the Town.

: , Enter Duke in bis own habit, end Friar Peter.

Dafo.'T'Hese letters at fit time deliver me.

A The Provost knows our purpose and our plot: The matter being afoot, keep your instruction. And hold you ever to our special drift, Tho' sometimes you do blench from this to that, As cause doth minister: 4 'calP at Flavius' house, And tell him where I stay; give the like notice Unto Valenthis, Rowland, and to Crajsus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate: But fend me Flavius first.

Peter. It shall be speeded well. • [Exit*

Enter Varrius.

Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste:


2 tmpregnant and duIL

3 For my authority 4 go, call

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