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Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends

"Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. SJLxcwtt.


Enter Isabella and Mariana.

Isab. To speak, so indirectly I am loth: I'd say the truth; but to accuse him so, That is your part; yet I'm advis'd to do it* He fays 5 'to VailfulN purpose.

Mart. Be rul'd by him.

Isab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse side,
1 mould not think it strange; for 'tis a physick
That's bitter to sweet end.-

Mari. I would Friar Peter

Isab. Oh, peace j the Friar is come.

Enter Peter.

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 generous and gravest citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away. [Exeunt.

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Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, and Citizens, at several doors.


MY very worthy cousin, fairly met;
Our old and faithful friend, we're glad to see you.
Ang. and Esc. Happy return be to your royal Grace!
Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both:
We've made enquiry of you, and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to publick thanks,
Forerunning more requital.

Ang. You make my bonds still greater.
Duke. Oh, 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 sorted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand
And let the subjects fee, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other liand j
And good supporters are you.


Enter Peter and Isabella.

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:

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Oh 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:
Here is lord. Angelo shall give you justice:
Reveal your self to him.

Isab. Oh worthy Duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the'devil:
Hear me your self; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believ'd,
Or wring redress from you: oh, hear me here!

Aug. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
Sh' 'ath been a suitor to me for her brother,
Cut off by course of justice.

Isab. Course of justice!

Ang. And lhe will speak most bitterly, and strange.

Isab. Most strange but yet most truly will I speak j
That Angela's forsworn: is it not strange?
That Angelo's a murth'rer: is't not strange?
That Angela is an adult'rous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violater;
Is it not strange and strange?

Duke. Nay, ten times strange.

Isab. It is not truer he \s Angelo,
Than this is all as true as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To th' end of reckoning.

Duke. Away with her: poor soul,
She speaks this in th' infirmity of sense.

Isab. Oh, I conjure thee, Prince, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness. Make not impoffiblc That which but seems unlike; 'tis not impoffiblc But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute As Angela; ev'n so may Angelo,

In all his dressings, caracts, tides, forms,
Be an arch-villain: trust me, royal Prince,
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.

Duke. By mine 6'honours
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath die oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.

Jsab. Gracious Duke,
Harp not on that; and do not banish reason
For inequality; but let your reason
Serve to make truth appear •where it seems hid}
Not hide the false seems true.

Duke. Many 7 'not madx
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,
To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo:
I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother 5 * 'one Lucio beings
As then the messenger, —

Lucio. That's I, an't like your Grace:
I came to her from Claudia, and desiYd her
To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelot
For her poor brother's pardon.

Isab. That's he indeed.

Duke. You were not bid to ipeak. [To Lucio.

Lucio. No, my good lord, nor wilh'd to hold my peace.

Duke. I wish you now then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for your self, pray heav'n you then
Be perfect.

Lucio. I warrant your honour, Sir.

Duke .The Warrant's for your self; 9'be jure take heed to't.N

Jsab. This gendeman told something of my tale.

Lucio. Right.

Bb 2 Duke. 6 honesty, 7 that are not mad 8 on* Luc it 9 Cake heed to't.

Duke. It may be right, but you are in the wrong To speak before your time. Proceed.

Isab. I went _;

To this pernicious caitiff Deputy.

Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Isab. Pardon it:
The phrase is to the matter.

Duke. Mend again: 1 'the matter then; proceed.x
Isab. In brief; (to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray'd and kneel'd,
How he repell'd me, and how I reply'd,
For this was of much kngth) the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter.
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscent intemp'rate lust,
Release my brother after much debasement,
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: next morn betimes,
His purpose forfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother's head.
Duke. This is most likely!

Isab. Oh that it were as like as it is true! [thou speak'st •,
Duke. By heav'n, fond wretch, thou know'st not what
Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour
In hateful practice. His integrity
Stands without blemish; it imports no reason,
That with such vehemence he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had lb
Offended, he would have weigh'd thy brother by
Himself, and not have cut him off. Some one
Hath set you on, confess the truth, and fay
By whose advice thou cam'st here to complain.

Isab. And is this all? Then oh you blessed ministers^bove, Keep me in patience; and with ripeu'd time, Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up In countenance! Heav'n shield your Grace from woe,


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