The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek, with his head

broke.

So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; Which from the womb I did participate. send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is broke my head for nothing; and that did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. Fio. Why do you speak to me? I never

you:

You!

that I

hurt

You drew your sword upon me, without cause: But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I think you set nothing by bloody coxcomb.

Enter Sir Toby Belch, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman ? how is't with you?

Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot ?

Clo. O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone: his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures pavin; I hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together.

Sir To. Will you help ?-An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull?

Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Enter Sebastian.

Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your

kinsman:

But, had it been the brother of my blood,
1 must have done no less, with wit and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and
By that, I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth

Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, That I am Viola: which to confirin,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle
help

I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mis-
took :
[To Olivia.
But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amaz'd: right noble is his
blood.-

If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, shall have share in this most happy wreck: Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,

[To Viola.

Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.

Duke.

Give me thy hand; And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,

Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,

Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,

A gentleman and follower of my lady's.
Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio

hither:

And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown, with a letter.

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two A most extracting frenzy of mine own

persons;

A natural perspective, that is, and is not.
Seb. Antonio! O, my dear Antonio,

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee.

From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.How does he, sirrah?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you. should have given it you to-day morning; but as a Fear'st thou that, Antonio ? madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills Ant. How have you made division of your-not much when they are delivered." self 7

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Oli. Open it, and read it.

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:-By the lord, madam

Oli. How now! art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vor.

Oli. 'Pr'ythee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, iny princess, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [To Fabian. Fab. Reads. By the Lord, madam, you

wrong me, and the world shall know it: though Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge you have put me into darkness, and given your Of thine own cause. drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the be- Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; nefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. 1 And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, have your own letter that induced me to the "Taint the condition of this present hour, semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, but to do myself much right, or you much Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my Set this device against Malvolio here, duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts injury. The madly-used Malvolio. We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance; In recompense whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge: It that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides past.

Oli. Did he write this? Clo. Ay, madam. Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him delivered, Fabian; bring him hither. [Exit Fabian. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,

To think me as well a sister as a wife,

One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,

Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.

Your master quits you To Viola ;] and, for
your service done him,

So much against the mettle of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.
Oli.

A sister?-you are she..
Re-enter Fabian, with Malvolio.
Duke. Is this the madman ?
Oli.
How now,
Malvolio ?
Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,
Notorious wrong.

Oli.

Ay, my lord, this same:

Have I, Malvolio? no.

Mal. Lady, you have. 'Pray you, peruse that
letter:

You must not now deny it is your hand.
Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase ;|
Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this: Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of
favour;

Bade me come smiling, and cross-gartered to

you,

To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby. and the lighter people;
And, acting this an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck, and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on tell me why.
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink ine, it was she
Firs. told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in
smiling,

And a such forms which here were presuppos'd
Up hee in the letter. 'Pr'ythee, be content:
Thractice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon
hee;

when we know the grounds and authors! of it,

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!

Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, sir, in this interlude: one Sir Topas, sir, but that's all one :-By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.-But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace

you.

He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A solemn combination shall be made
Of our dear souls.-Mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come,
Fur so you shall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.

Clo.

SONG.

[Exeunt.

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their

gate,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas ! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my bed,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken head,
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world began,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day
[Exit.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

VICENTIO, Duke of Vienna.
ANGELO, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence.
ESCALUS, an ancient Lord, joined with An-
gelo in the Deputation.

CLAUDIO, a young Gentleman.
LUCIO, a Fantastick.

Two other like Gentlemen.

FROTH, a foolish Gentleman.
Clown, Servant to Mrs. Over-done.
ABHORSON, an Executioner.
BARNARDINE, a dissolute Prisoner.

ISABELLA, Sister to Claudio.
MARIANA, betrothed to Angelo.
JULIET, beloved by Claudio.

VARRIUS, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke. FRANCISCA, a Nun

PROVOST

THOMAS, Two Friars.
PETER, S

ELBOW, a simple Constable.

ACT I.

A Justice

MISTRESS OVER-DONE, a Bawd.

Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants.

SCENE-Vienna.

SCENE I An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords, and Attendants.
Duke. Escalus,-
Escal. My lord.

Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know, that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice

My strength can give you: Then no more remains
But that to your sufficiency, as your worth is able,
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you are as pregnant in,
As art and practice hath enriched any
That we remember: There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp.
Call hither,

I say, bid come before us Angelo.

[Exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: What think you of it? Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo.

Duke.

Enter Angelo.

Look, where he comes.

Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.

Duke. Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life, That, to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,

But to fine issues: nor nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advertise;
Hold therefore.-Angelo;

In our remove, be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and Mercy in Vienna

Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary:
Take thy commission.
Ang.

Now, good my lord,

Let there be some more test inade of iny metal,

Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamp'd upon it.
Duke.

No more evasion:

We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition,
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
As time and our concernings shall importune,
How it goes with us: and do look to know
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well:
To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commnissions.
Ang.
Yet, give leave, my lord,
That we may bring you something on the way.
Duke. My haste may not admit it;

Nor need you on mine honour have to do
With any scruple: your scope is as mine own;
So to enforce or qualify the laws,

As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand;
I'll privily away: I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes.
Escal. Lead forth, and bring you back in hap-
piness.

Duke. I thank you: Fare you well. [Erit. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place:

A power I have; but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.

Ang. 'Tis so with me:-Let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point.

Escal.

I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Street.

2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.

2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in metre?

him: You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?

Bawd. What proclamation, man?

Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down.

Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city?

Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone of all controversy: As for example; Thou thy-down too, but that a wise burgher put in for self art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.

Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list.

1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?

Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful teeling of thy speech; I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. 1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have 1 not?

2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted or free.

Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to

2 Gent. To what, I pray?

1 Gent. Judge.

2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year. 1 Gent. Ay, and more.

Lucio. A French crown more.

1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in

me: but thou art full of error; I am sound.

Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow: impiety has made a feast of thee.

Enter Bawd.

1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.

1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio.

1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so. Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so; I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped off.

Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: Art thou sure of this?

Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting madam Julietta with child.

Lucio. Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since; and he was ever! precise in promise-keeping.

2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose. 1 Gent But most of all, agreeing with the pro-j clamation.

Lucio. Away! let's go learn the truth of it. [Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you?

Enter Clown.

Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Bawd. Well: what has he done?
Clo. A woman.

Bawd. But what's his offence?

Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by

them.

Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pull'd down?

Clo. To the ground, mistress! Band. Why, here's a change, indeed, in th commonwealth! What shall become of me? Clo. Come, fear not you; good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place you need not change your trade; I'll be you tapster still. Courage; there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let's withdraw.

Clo. Fiere comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. The same.

Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers; Lucio, and two Gentlemen.

Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?

Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
Prov. I do it not in evil disposition,

But from lord Angelo by special charge.
Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority,
The words of heaven;-on whom it will, it will;
Make us pay down for our offence by weight.-
On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence
comes this restraint?
Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio,
liberty

As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint: Our natures do pursue
(Like rats that ravin down their proper bane)
A thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die.
Lucio. If I could speak so wisely under an ar
rest, I would send for certain of my creditors:
And yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the
foppery of freedom, as the morality of impri-
sonment.-What's thy offence, Claudio?
Claud. What, but to speak of would offend
again.

Lucio. What is it? murder?
Claud. No.
Lucio. Lechery?
Claud. Call it so.

Prov. Away, sir; you must go.
Claud. One word, good friend :-Lucio, a word

with you.

Takes him aside. Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.Is lechery so look'd after?

Claud. Thus stands it with me :-Upon a trus contract,

got possession of Julietta's bed; You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order: this we came not to, Only for propagation of a dower Remaining in the coffer of her friends; From whom we thought it meet to hide our love, Till time had made them for us. But it chances, The stealth of our most mutual entertainment, With character too gross, is writ on Juliet. Lucio. With child, perhaps?

Claud. Unhappily, even so.

And the new deputy now for the duke,-
Whether it be the fanlt and glimpse of newness;
Or whether that the body public be
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,

Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
He can command, lets it straight feel the spur:
Whether the tyranny be in his place,
Or in his eminence that fills it up,
I stagger in:-But this new governor
Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,
Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by
the wall

So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
And none of them been worn; and, for a name,
Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
Freshly on me :-'tis surely, for a name.
Lucio. I warrant, it is: and thy head stands so
tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she
be in love, may sigh it off-Send after the duke,
and appeal to him.

Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. I pr'ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service: This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her approbation: Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him; I have great hope in that: for in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous

art

SCENE IV. A Monastery. Enter Duke and Friar Thomas. Duke. No: holy father; throw away thought;

Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them For what 1 bid them do: For we bid this be done,

When evil deeds have their permissive pass, And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father,

1 have on Angelo in pos'd the office;
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike
home,

And yet my nature never in the sight,
To do it slander: And to behold his sway,
I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr'ythee
Supply ine with the habit, and instruct ine
How I may formally in person bear me
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action,
At our more leisure shall I render you;
Only this one:-Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite

Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see,
If power change purpose, what our seemers be
[Exeunt.

SCENE V. A Nunnery.

Enter Isabella and Francisca. Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges? Fran. Are not these large enough? Isab. Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare. Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within. Isab Who's that which calls? Fran. It is a man's voice: Gentle Isabella, Turn you the key, and know his business of him; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn: When you have vow'd, you must not speak with

men,

But in the presence of the prioress:

Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; that Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; pray you, answer him. [Exit Francisca. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? Enter Lucio.

Believe not that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a complete bosom: why I desire thee
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.
Fri.
May your grace speak of it?
Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you
How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd;
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies,
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery
keeps.

I have deliver'd to lord Angelo

(A man of stricture, and firm abstinence)
My absolute power and place here in Vienna,
And he supposes me travell'd to Poland;
For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,
And so it is receiv'd: Now, pious sir,
You will demand of me, why I do this?
Fri. Gladly, my lord.

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;
Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond fathers,
Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children's sight,
For terror, not to use; in time the rod

Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek

roses

Proclaim you are no less! Can yon so stead me
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A novice of this place, and the fair sister
To her unhappy brother Claudio ?

Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask;
The rather, for 1 now must make you know
I am that Isabella, and his sister.

Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:

Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Isab. Wo me! for what?

Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his
Judge,

He should receive his punishment in thanks:
He hath got his friend with child.

Isab. Sir, mock me not-your story.
Lucio. 'Tis true, I would not,-though 'tis any
familiar sin

With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so;
I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted;
By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.

Becomes more mock'd than fear'd: so our de- Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking

crees,

Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;

The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.

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,

me.

Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus:

Your brother and his lover have embrac'd:
As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To teeming foison; even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.

Isab. Some one with child by him?-My cousin
Juliet?

Lucio. Is she your cousin?

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