Until husband bid me. my Duke. What, are you marry'd? Mari. No, my lord. Duke. Are you a maid ? Mari. No, my lord. Duke. A widow then? Duke. Why, are you nothing then? neither maid, widow, nor wife? Lucio. My lord, fhe may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. Duke. Silence that fellow: I would he had fome caufe to prattle for himself. Lucio. Well, my lord, Mari. My lord, I do confefs I ne'er was marry'd, I've known my husband, yet my husband knows not Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be no better. Duke. This is no witnefs for lord Angele In felf-fame manner doth accufe my husband, Ang. Charges fhe more Than me? Mari. Not that I know. Duke. You fay your husband, [To Mariana. Mari. Why, juft, my lord, and that is Angelo, [Unveiling. Was Was faft belock'd in thine: this is the body Duke. Know you this woman? Ang. My lord, I must confefs I know this woman; Mari. Noble Prince, As there comes light from heav'n, and words from breath, As there is fenfe in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, But Tuesday night laft gone, in's garden-house He knew me as a wife; as this is true, Let me in fafety raise me from my knees; A marble monument. Ang. I did but fmile 'till now. Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; Duke. Ay, with my heart; And punish them unto your height of pleasure. That's That's feal'd in approbation? You, lord Efcalus, Let him be fent for. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he indeed Hath fet the women on to this complaint: Your Provoft knows the place where he abides; Duke. Do it inftantly. And you, my noble and well-warranted coufin, Will leave you: but ftir not you, 'till you have SCENE IV. [Exit. Efcal. My lord, we'll do it throughly. Signior Lucio, did not you fay you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a difboneft perfon? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum ; honeft in nothing but in his cloaths, and one that hath spoke moft villainous fpeeches of the Duke. Efcal. We fhall intreat you to abide here till he come, and inforce them against him; we shall find this Friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Efcal. Call that fame Ifabel here once again: I would Speak with her pray you, my lord, give me leave to queftion; you shall fee how I'll handle her. : Lucio. Not better than he by her own report. Efcal. Say you? Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think if you handled her privately she should fooner confefs; perchance publickly fhe'd be afham'd. Enter Duke in the Friar's habit, and Provoft; Ifabella is brought in. Efcal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. Efcal. Efcal. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. Lucio. My lord, here comes the rafcal I spoke of, here with the Provoft. Efcal. In very good time: speak not you to him 'till we call upon you. Lucio. Mum. Efcal. Come, Sir, did you fet these women on to slander lord Angelo? they have confefs'd you did. Duke. 'Tis falfe. Efcal. How? know you where you are? Duke. Refpect to your great place! and let the devil Efcal. The Duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: Look you speak juftly. Duke. Boldly at leaft I'll fpeak. But oh, poor fouls, And put your tryal in the villain's mouth Lucio. This is the rafcal; this is he I spoke of. To call him villain; and then glance from him Take him hence; to the rack with him: we'll touze you (Ev'n joint by joint) but we will know this purpose: What? He unjust? Duke. Be not fo hot; the Duke Dare no more ftretch this finger of mine, than he Nor here provincial; my business in this state Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, "Till it o'er-run the ftew: laws for all faults, But faults fo countenanc'd, that the ftrong ftatutes As much in mock as mark. Efcal. Slander to th' ftate! away with him to prifon, Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of? Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. pate: Do you know me? Come hither, goodman bald Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the found of your voice: I met you at the prifon in the abfence of the Duke. Lucio. Oh, did you fo? and do you remember what you faid of the Duke? Duke. Moft notedly, Sir. Lucio. Do you fo, Sir? and was the Duke a flesh-monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? Duke. You muft, Sir, change perfons with me ere you make that my report: you indeed spoke fo of him, and much more, much worse. Lucio. Oh thou damnable fellow! did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches! Duke. I proteft, I love the Duke as I love my felf. Ang. Hark how the villain would clofe now after his treasonable abuses. Efcal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal: away with him to prifon: where is the Provoft? away with him to prifon; lay bolts enough upon him; let him fpeak no more; away with thofe giglets too, and with the other confederate companion. Duke. Stay, Sir, stay a while. Ang. What! refifts he? help him, Lucio. Lucio, Come, Sir, come, Sir, come, Sir; foh, Sir; why, you bald-pated lying rafcal; you must be hooded, It is a cuftom in the fhops of all mechanicks to make it a forfeiture for any ftranger to ufe or take up the tools of their trade: In a Barber's thop efpecially, when heretofore Barbers practis'd the under parts of Surgery, their inftruments being of a nice kind and their fhops generally full of idle people, there was hung up a table fhewing what particular forfeiture was required for meddling with each inftrument. |