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The city gate.
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The city gate.
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MARIANA veiled, ISABELLA , and FRIAR PETER , at their stand. Enter DUKE VINCENTIO , VARRIUS , Lords, ANGELO , ESCALUS , LUCIO , Provost, Officers, and Citizens, at several doors
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MARIANA veiled, ISABELLA , and FRIAR PETER , at their stand. Enter DUKE VINCENTIO , VARRIUS , Lords, ANGELO , ESCALUS , LUCIO , Provost, Officers, and Citizens, at several doors
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DUKE VINCENTIO My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
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DUKE VINCENTIO My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
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ANGELO, ESCALUS Happy return be to your royal grace!
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ANGELO, ESCALUS Happy return be to your royal grace!
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DUKE VINCENTIO Many and hearty thankings to you both.
5 We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Many and hearty thankings to you both.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.
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ANGELO You make my bonds still greater.
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ANGELO You make my bonds still greater.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 10 O, 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 forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
15 And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
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DUKE VINCENTIO O, 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 forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
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FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward
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FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward
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FRIAR PETER 20 Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
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FRIAR PETER Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
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ISABELLA Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d, I would fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object
25 Till you have heard me in my true complaint
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!
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ISABELLA Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d, I would fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object
Till you have heard me in my true complaint
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!
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DUKE VINCENTIO Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief.
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice:
Reveal yourself to him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief.
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice:
Reveal yourself to him.
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ISABELLA 30 O worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believed,
Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here!
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ISABELLA O worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believed,
Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here!
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ANGELO 35 My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice,—
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ANGELO My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice,—
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ISABELLA By course of justice!
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ISABELLA By course of justice!
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ANGELO And she will speak most bitterly and strange.
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ANGELO And she will speak most bitterly and strange.
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ISABELLA 40 Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
That Angelo’s forsworn; is it not strange?
That Angelo’s a murderer; is ’t not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
45 Is it not strange and strange?
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ISABELLA Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
That Angelo’s forsworn; is it not strange?
That Angelo’s a murderer; is ’t not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
Is it not strange and strange?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Nay, it is ten times strange.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Nay, it is ten times strange.
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ISABELLA It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
50 To the end of reckoning.
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ISABELLA It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Away with her! Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Away with her! Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
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ISABELLA O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
55 That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch’d with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: ’tis not impossible
But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
60 As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he’s nothing; but he’s more,
Had I more name for badness.
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ISABELLA O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch’d with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: ’tis not impossible
But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he’s nothing; but he’s more,
Had I more name for badness.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 65 By mine honesty,
If she be mad,—as I believe no other,—
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e’er I heard in madness.
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DUKE VINCENTIO By mine honesty,
If she be mad,—as I believe no other,—
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e’er I heard in madness.
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ISABELLA 70 O gracious duke,
Harp not on that, nor do not banish reason
For inequality; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
And hide the false seems true.
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ISABELLA O gracious duke,
Harp not on that, nor do not banish reason
For inequality; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
And hide the false seems true.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 75 Many that are not mad
Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Many that are not mad
Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?
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ISABELLA I am the sister of one Claudio,
Condemn’d upon the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn’d by Angelo:
80 I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio
As then the messenger,—
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ISABELLA 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; one Lucio
As then the messenger,—
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LUCIO That’s I, an’t like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
85 To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother’s pardon.
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LUCIO That’s I, an’t like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother’s pardon.
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ISABELLA That’s he indeed.
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ISABELLA That’s he indeed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You were not bid to speak.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You were not bid to speak.
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LUCIO No, my good lord;
90 Nor wish’d to hold my peace.
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LUCIO No, my good lord;
Nor wish’d to hold my peace.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I wish you now, then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven you then
Be perfect.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I wish you now, then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven you then
Be perfect.
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LUCIO 95 I warrant your honour.
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LUCIO I warrant your honour.
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DUKE VINCENTIO The warrants for yourself; take heed to’t.
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DUKE VINCENTIO The warrants for yourself; take heed to’t.
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ISABELLA This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,—
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ISABELLA This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,—
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LUCIO Right.
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LUCIO Right.
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DUKE VINCENTIO It may be right; but you are i’ the wrong
100 To speak before your time. Proceed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO It may be right; but you are i’ the wrong
To speak before your time. Proceed.
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ISABELLA I went
To this pernicious caitiff deputy,—
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ISABELLA I went
To this pernicious caitiff deputy,—
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DUKE VINCENTIO That’s somewhat madly spoken.
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DUKE VINCENTIO That’s somewhat madly spoken.
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ISABELLA Pardon it;
105 The phrase is to the matter.
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ISABELLA Pardon it;
The phrase is to the matter.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Mended again. The matter; proceed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Mended again. The matter; proceed.
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ISABELLA In brief, to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray’d, and kneel’d,
How he refell’d me, and how I replied,—
110 For this was of much length,—the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
115 My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother’s head.
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ISABELLA In brief, to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray’d, and kneel’d,
How he refell’d me, and how I replied,—
For this was of much length,—the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother’s head.
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is most likely!
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is most likely!
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ISABELLA 120 O, that it were as like as it is true!
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ISABELLA O, that it were as like as it is true!
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DUKE VINCENTIO By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honour
In hateful practise. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish. Next, it imports no reason
125 That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so 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 say by whose advice
130 Thou camest here to complain.
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DUKE VINCENTIO By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honour
In hateful practise. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish. Next, it imports no reason
That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so 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 say by whose advice
Thou camest here to complain.
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ISABELLA And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripen’d time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
135 In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go!
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ISABELLA And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripen’d time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go!
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DUKE VINCENTIO I know you’ld fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
140 On him so near us? This needs must be a practise.
Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?
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DUKE VINCENTIO I know you’ld fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
On him so near us? This needs must be a practise.
Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?
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ISABELLA One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
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ISABELLA One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
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DUKE VINCENTIO A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?
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DUKE VINCENTIO A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?
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LUCIO My lord, I know him; ’tis a meddling friar;
145 I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord
For certain words he spake against your grace
In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.
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LUCIO My lord, I know him; ’tis a meddling friar;
I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord
For certain words he spake against your grace
In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Words against me? this is a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
150 Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Words against me? this is a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
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LUCIO But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.
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LUCIO But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.
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FRIAR PETER Blessed be your royal grace!
155 I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Your royal ear abused. First, hath this woman
Most wrongfully accused your substitute,
Who is as free from touch or soil with her
As she from one ungot.
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FRIAR PETER Blessed be your royal grace!
I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Your royal ear abused. First, hath this woman
Most wrongfully accused your substitute,
Who is as free from touch or soil with her
As she from one ungot.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 160 We did believe no less.
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?
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DUKE VINCENTIO We did believe no less.
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?
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FRIAR PETER I know him for a man divine and holy;
Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
As he’s reported by this gentleman;
165 And, on my trust, a man that never yet
Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
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FRIAR PETER I know him for a man divine and holy;
Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
As he’s reported by this gentleman;
And, on my trust, a man that never yet
Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
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LUCIO My lord, most villanously; believe it.
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LUCIO My lord, most villanously; believe it.
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FRIAR PETER Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
But at this instant he is sick my lord,
170 Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither,
To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true and false; and what he with his oath
175 And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman.
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accused,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
180 Till she herself confess it.
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FRIAR PETER Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
But at this instant he is sick my lord,
Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither,
To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true and false; and what he with his oath
And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman.
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accused,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Good friar, let’s hear it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Good friar, let’s hear it.
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ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward
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ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward
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Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
185 In this I’ll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
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Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
In this I’ll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
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MARIANA Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.
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MARIANA Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 190 What, are you married?
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DUKE VINCENTIO What, are you married?
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Are you a maid?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Are you a maid?
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO A widow, then?
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DUKE VINCENTIO A widow, then?
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MARIANA 195 Neither, my lord.
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MARIANA Neither, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
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LUCIO My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.
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LUCIO My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
200 To prattle for himself.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
To prattle for himself.
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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MARIANA My lord; I do confess I ne’er was married;
And I confess besides I am no maid:
I have known my husband; yet my husband
205 Knows not that ever he knew me.
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MARIANA My lord; I do confess I ne’er was married;
And I confess besides I am no maid:
I have known my husband; yet my husband
Knows not that ever he knew me.
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LUCIO He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better.
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LUCIO He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better.
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DUKE VINCENTIO For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
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DUKE VINCENTIO For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
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MARIANA 210 Now I come to’t my lord
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband,
And charges him my lord, with such a time
When I’ll depose I had him in mine arms
215 With all the effect of love.
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MARIANA Now I come to’t my lord
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband,
And charges him my lord, with such a time
When I’ll depose I had him in mine arms
With all the effect of love.
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ANGELO Charges she more than me?
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ANGELO Charges she more than me?
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MARIANA Not that I know.
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MARIANA Not that I know.
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DUKE VINCENTIO No? you say your husband.
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DUKE VINCENTIO No? you say your husband.
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MARIANA Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
220 Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.
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MARIANA Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.
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ANGELO This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
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ANGELO This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
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MARIANA My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
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MARIANA My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
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Unveiling
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This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
225 Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow’d contract,
Was fast belock’d in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
230 In her imagined person.
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This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow’d contract,
Was fast belock’d in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Know you this woman?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Know you this woman?
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LUCIO Carnally, she says.
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LUCIO Carnally, she says.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Sirrah, no more!
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DUKE VINCENTIO Sirrah, no more!
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LUCIO Enough, my lord.
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LUCIO Enough, my lord.
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ANGELO 235 My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
240 For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.
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ANGELO My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.
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MARIANA Noble prince,
245 As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man’s wife as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in’s garden-house
250 He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!
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MARIANA Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man’s wife as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in’s garden-house
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!
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ANGELO I did but smile till now:
255 Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice.
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceive
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on: let me have way, my lord,
260 To find this practise out.
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ANGELO I did but smile till now:
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice.
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceive
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on: let me have way, my lord,
To find this practise out.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Ay, with my heart
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,
265 Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s seal’d in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived.
270 There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Ay, with my heart
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s seal’d in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived.
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
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FRIAR PETER Would he were here, my lord! for he indeed
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides
275 And he may fetch him.
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FRIAR PETER Would he were here, my lord! for he indeed
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides
And he may fetch him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go do it instantly.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go do it instantly.
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Exit Provost
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Exit Provost
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And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,
280 In any chastisement: I for a while will leave you;
But stir not you till you have well determined
Upon these slanderers.
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And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,
In any chastisement: I for a while will leave you;
But stir not you till you have well determined
Upon these slanderers.
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ESCALUS My lord, we’ll do it throughly.
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ESCALUS My lord, we’ll do it throughly.
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Exit DUKE
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Exit DUKE
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Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
285 Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
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Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
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LUCIO ‘Cucullus non facit monachum:’ honest in nothing
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
villanous speeches of the duke.
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LUCIO ‘Cucullus non facit monachum:’ honest in nothing
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
villanous speeches of the duke.
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ESCALUS We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and
290 enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
notable fellow.
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ESCALUS We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and
enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
notable fellow.
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LUCIO As any in Vienna, on my word.
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LUCIO As any in Vienna, on my word.
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ESCALUS Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
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ESCALUS Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
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Exit an Attendant
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Exit an Attendant
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Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
295 shall see how I’ll handle her.
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Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
shall see how I’ll handle her.
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LUCIO Not better than he, by her own report.
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LUCIO Not better than he, by her own report.
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ESCALUS Say you?
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ESCALUS Say you?
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LUCIO Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately,
she would sooner confe perchance, publicly,
300 she’ll be ashamed.
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LUCIO Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately,
she would sooner confe perchance, publicly,
she’ll be ashamed.
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ESCALUS I will go darkly to work with her.
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ESCALUS I will go darkly to work with her.
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LUCIO That’s the way; for women are light at midnight.
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LUCIO That’s the way; for women are light at midnight.
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Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA ; and Provost with the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar’s habit
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Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA ; and Provost with the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar’s habit
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ESCALUS Come on, mistre here’s a gentlewoman denies all
that you have said.
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ESCALUS Come on, mistre here’s a gentlewoman denies all
that you have said.
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LUCIO 305 My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with
the provost.
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LUCIO My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with
the provost.
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ESCALUS In very good time: speak not you to him till we
call upon you.
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ESCALUS In very good time: speak not you to him till we
call upon you.
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LUCIO Mum.
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LUCIO Mum.
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ESCALUS 310 Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
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ESCALUS Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
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DUKE VINCENTIO ’Tis false.
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DUKE VINCENTIO ’Tis false.
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ESCALUS How! know you where you are?
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ESCALUS How! know you where you are?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Respect to your great place! and let the devil
315 Be sometime honour’d for his burning throne!
Where is the duke? ’tis he should hear me speak.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Be sometime honour’d for his burning throne!
Where is the duke? ’tis he should hear me speak.
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ESCALUS The duke’s in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.
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ESCALUS The duke’s in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls,
320 Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke’s unjust,
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain’s mouth
325 Which here you come to accuse.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls,
Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke’s unjust,
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain’s mouth
Which here you come to accuse.
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LUCIO This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
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LUCIO This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
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ESCALUS Why, thou unreverend and unhallow’d friar,
Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth
330 And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain? and then to glance from him
To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to the rack with him! We’ll touse you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
335 What ‘unjust’?
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ESCALUS Why, thou unreverend and unhallow’d friar,
Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth
And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain? and then to glance from him
To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to the rack with him! We’ll touse you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
What ‘unjust’?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
340 Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble
Till it o’er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop,
345 As much in mock as mark.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble
Till it o’er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop,
As much in mock as mark.
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ESCALUS Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!
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ESCALUS Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!
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ANGELO What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio?
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
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ANGELO What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio?
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
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LUCIO ’Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate:
350 do you know me?
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LUCIO ’Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate:
do you know me?
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DUKE VINCENTIO I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I
met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I
met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
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LUCIO O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
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LUCIO O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Most notedly, sir.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Most notedly, sir.
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LUCIO 355 Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a
fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
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LUCIO Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a
fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
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DUKE VINCENTIO You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make
that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and
much more, much worse.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make
that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and
much more, much worse.
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LUCIO 360 O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the
nose for thy speeches?
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LUCIO O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the
nose for thy speeches?
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DUKE VINCENTIO I protest I love the duke as I love myself.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I protest I love the duke as I love myself.
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ANGELO Hark, how the villain would close now, after his
treasonable abuses!
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ANGELO Hark, how the villain would close now, after his
treasonable abuses!
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ESCALUS 365 Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!
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ESCALUS Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!
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DUKE VINCENTIO 370 (To Provost) Stay, sir; stay awhile.
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DUKE VINCENTIO (To Provost) Stay, sir; stay awhile.
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ANGELO What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.
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ANGELO What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.
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LUCIO Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must
you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you!
375 show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
Will’t not off?
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LUCIO Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must
you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you!
show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
Will’t not off?
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Pulls off the friar’s hood, and discovers DUKE VINCENTIO
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Pulls off the friar’s hood, and discovers DUKE VINCENTIO
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DUKE VINCENTIO Thou art the first knave that e’er madest a duke.
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. (To LUCIO) Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Thou art the first knave that e’er madest a duke.
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. (To LUCIO) Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.
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LUCIO 380 This may prove worse than hanging.
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LUCIO This may prove worse than hanging.
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DUKE VINCENTIO (To ESCALUS) What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:
We’ll borrow place of him. (To ANGELO) Sir, by your leave.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
385 Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.
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DUKE VINCENTIO (To ESCALUS) What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:
We’ll borrow place of him. (To ANGELO) Sir, by your leave.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.
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ANGELO O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
390 When I perceive your grace, like power divine,
Hath look’d upon my passes. Then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
But let my trial be mine own confession:
Immediate sentence then and sequent death
395 Is all the grace I beg.
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ANGELO O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
When I perceive your grace, like power divine,
Hath look’d upon my passes. Then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
But let my trial be mine own confession:
Immediate sentence then and sequent death
Is all the grace I beg.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Mariana.
Say, wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Mariana.
Say, wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?
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ANGELO I was, my lord.
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ANGELO I was, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
400 Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
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Exeunt ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER and Provost
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Exeunt ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER and Provost
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ESCALUS My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.
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ESCALUS My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Isabel.
405 Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney’d at your service.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Isabel.
Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney’d at your service.
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ISABELLA O, give me pardon,
410 That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty!
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ISABELLA O, give me pardon,
That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty!
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DUKE VINCENTIO You are pardon’d, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother’s death, I know, sits at your heart;
415 And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
420 Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain’d my purpose. But, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You are pardon’d, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother’s death, I know, sits at your heart;
And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain’d my purpose. But, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
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ISABELLA 425 I do, my lord.
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ISABELLA I do, my lord.
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Re-enter ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER , and Provost
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Re-enter ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER , and Provost
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DUKE VINCENTIO For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake: but as he adjudged your brother,—
430 Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
Thereon dependent, for your brother’s life,—
The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
435 ‘An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!’
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
Like doth quit like, and
MEASURE still FOR MEASUREMatthew 7:1-2: “Judge not, that ye be not judged...with what measure you mete, it shall be measured to you again.” Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested;
Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
440 We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop’d to death, and with like haste.
Away with him!
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DUKE VINCENTIO For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake: but as he adjudged your brother,—
Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
Thereon dependent, for your brother’s life,—
The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
‘An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!’
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
Like doth quit like, and
MEASURE still FOR MEASUREMatthew 7:1-2: “Judge not, that ye be not judged...with what measure you mete, it shall be measured to you again.” Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested;
Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop’d to death, and with like haste.
Away with him!
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MARIANA O my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
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MARIANA O my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 445 It is your husband mock’d you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life
And choke your good to come; for his possessions,
450 Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.
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DUKE VINCENTIO It is your husband mock’d you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life
And choke your good to come; for his possessions,
Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.
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MARIANA O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.
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MARIANA O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 455 Never crave him; we are definitive.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Never crave him; we are definitive.
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MARIANA Gentle my liege,—
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MARIANA Gentle my liege,—
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Kneeling
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Kneeling
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DUKE VINCENTIO You do but lose your labour.
Away with him to death!
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DUKE VINCENTIO You do but lose your labour.
Away with him to death!
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(To LUCIO )
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(To LUCIO )
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Now, sir, to you.
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Now, sir, to you.
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MARIANA 460 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.
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MARIANA 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.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Against all sense you do importune her:
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
465 Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Against all sense you do importune her:
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.
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MARIANA Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I’ll speak all.
470 They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
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MARIANA Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I’ll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
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DUKE VINCENTIO He dies for Claudio’s death.
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DUKE VINCENTIO He dies for Claudio’s death.
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ISABELLA 475 (Kneeling) Most bounteous sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d,
As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
Till he did look on me: since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
480 In that he did the thing for which he died:
For Angelo,
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
485 Intents but merely thoughts.
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ISABELLA (Kneeling) Most bounteous sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d,
As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
Till he did look on me: since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
In that he did the thing for which he died:
For Angelo,
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Intents but merely thoughts.
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MARIANA Merely, my lord.
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MARIANA Merely, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Your suit’s unprofitable; stand up, I say.
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
490 At an unusual hour?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Your suit’s unprofitable; stand up, I say.
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?
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PROVOST It was commanded so.
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PROVOST It was commanded so.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Had you a special warrant for the deed?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Had you a special warrant for the deed?
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PROVOST No, my good lord; it was by private message.
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PROVOST No, my good lord; it was by private message.
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DUKE VINCENTIO For which I do discharge you of your office:
495 Give up your keys.
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DUKE VINCENTIO For which I do discharge you of your office:
Give up your keys.
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PROVOST Pardon me, noble lord:
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
Yet did repent me, after more advice;
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
500 That should by private order else have died,
I have reserved alive.
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PROVOST Pardon me, noble lord:
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
Yet did repent me, after more advice;
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
That should by private order else have died,
I have reserved alive.
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DUKE VINCENTIO What’s he?
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DUKE VINCENTIO What’s he?
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PROVOST His name is Barnardine.
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PROVOST His name is Barnardine.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
505 Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
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Exit Provost
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Exit Provost
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ESCALUS I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear’d,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper’d judgment afterward.
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ESCALUS I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear’d,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper’d judgment afterward.
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ANGELO 510 I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
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ANGELO I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
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Re-enter Provost, with BARNARDINE , CLAUDIO muffled, and JULIET
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Re-enter Provost, with BARNARDINE , CLAUDIO muffled, and JULIET
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DUKE VINCENTIO Which is that Barnardine?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Which is that Barnardine?
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PROVOST 515 This, my lord.
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PROVOST This, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d:
520 But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow’s that?
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DUKE VINCENTIO There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d:
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow’s that?
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PROVOST This is another prisoner that I saved.
525 Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
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PROVOST This is another prisoner that I saved.
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
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Unmuffles CLAUDIO
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Unmuffles CLAUDIO
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DUKE VINCENTIO [To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
530 He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.
535 I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. [To LUCIO] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?
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DUKE VINCENTIO [To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
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. [To LUCIO] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?
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LUCIO 540 ’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 whipt.
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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 whipt.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
545 Is any woman wrong’d by this lewd fellow,
As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipt and hang’d.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
Is any woman wrong’d by this lewd fellow,
As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipt and hang’d.
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LUCIO 550 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.
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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.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
555 Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison;
And see our pleasure herein executed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison;
And see our pleasure herein executed.
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LUCIO Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death,
whipping, and hanging.
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LUCIO Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death,
whipping, and hanging.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Slandering a prince deserves it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Slandering a prince deserves it.
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Exit Officers with LUCIO
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560 She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
I have confess’d her and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodne
There’s more behind that is more gratulate.
565 Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy:
We shill employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s:
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
570 I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours and what is yours is mine.
So, bring us to our palace; where we’ll show
What’s yet behind, that’s meet you all should know.
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She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
I have confess’d her and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodne
There’s more behind that is more gratulate.
Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy:
We shill employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s:
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours and what is yours is mine.
So, bring us to our palace; where we’ll show
What’s yet behind, that’s meet you all should know.
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MARIANA veiled, ISABELLA , and FRIAR PETER , at their stand. Enter DUKE VINCENTIO , VARRIUS , Lords, ANGELO , ESCALUS , LUCIO , Provost, Officers, and Citizens, at several doors
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DUKE VINCENTIO My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
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DUKE VINCENTIO My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
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ANGELO, ESCALUS Happy return be to your royal grace!
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ANGELO, ESCALUS Happy return be to your royal grace!
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DUKE VINCENTIO Many and hearty thankings to you both.
5 We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Many and hearty thankings to you both.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.
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ANGELO You make my bonds still greater.
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ANGELO You make my bonds still greater.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 10 O, 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 forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
15 And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
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DUKE VINCENTIO O, 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 forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
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FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward
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FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward
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FRIAR PETER 20 Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
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FRIAR PETER Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
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ISABELLA Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d, I would fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object
25 Till you have heard me in my true complaint
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!
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ISABELLA Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d, I would fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object
Till you have heard me in my true complaint
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!
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DUKE VINCENTIO Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief.
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice:
Reveal yourself to him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief.
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice:
Reveal yourself to him.
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ISABELLA 30 O worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believed,
Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here!
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ISABELLA O worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believed,
Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here!
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ANGELO 35 My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice,—
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ANGELO My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice,—
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ISABELLA By course of justice!
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ISABELLA By course of justice!
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ANGELO And she will speak most bitterly and strange.
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ANGELO And she will speak most bitterly and strange.
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ISABELLA 40 Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
That Angelo’s forsworn; is it not strange?
That Angelo’s a murderer; is ’t not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
45 Is it not strange and strange?
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ISABELLA Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
That Angelo’s forsworn; is it not strange?
That Angelo’s a murderer; is ’t not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
Is it not strange and strange?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Nay, it is ten times strange.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Nay, it is ten times strange.
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ISABELLA It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
50 To the end of reckoning.
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ISABELLA It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Away with her! Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Away with her! Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
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ISABELLA O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
55 That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch’d with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: ’tis not impossible
But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
60 As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he’s nothing; but he’s more,
Had I more name for badness.
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ISABELLA O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch’d with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: ’tis not impossible
But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he’s nothing; but he’s more,
Had I more name for badness.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 65 By mine honesty,
If she be mad,—as I believe no other,—
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e’er I heard in madness.
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DUKE VINCENTIO By mine honesty,
If she be mad,—as I believe no other,—
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e’er I heard in madness.
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ISABELLA 70 O gracious duke,
Harp not on that, nor do not banish reason
For inequality; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
And hide the false seems true.
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ISABELLA O gracious duke,
Harp not on that, nor do not banish reason
For inequality; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
And hide the false seems true.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 75 Many that are not mad
Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Many that are not mad
Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?
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ISABELLA I am the sister of one Claudio,
Condemn’d upon the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn’d by Angelo:
80 I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio
As then the messenger,—
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ISABELLA 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; one Lucio
As then the messenger,—
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LUCIO That’s I, an’t like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
85 To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother’s pardon.
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LUCIO That’s I, an’t like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother’s pardon.
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ISABELLA That’s he indeed.
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ISABELLA That’s he indeed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You were not bid to speak.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You were not bid to speak.
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LUCIO No, my good lord;
90 Nor wish’d to hold my peace.
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LUCIO No, my good lord;
Nor wish’d to hold my peace.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I wish you now, then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven you then
Be perfect.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I wish you now, then;
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven you then
Be perfect.
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LUCIO 95 I warrant your honour.
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LUCIO I warrant your honour.
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DUKE VINCENTIO The warrants for yourself; take heed to’t.
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DUKE VINCENTIO The warrants for yourself; take heed to’t.
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ISABELLA This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,—
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ISABELLA This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,—
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LUCIO Right.
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LUCIO Right.
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DUKE VINCENTIO It may be right; but you are i’ the wrong
100 To speak before your time. Proceed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO It may be right; but you are i’ the wrong
To speak before your time. Proceed.
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ISABELLA I went
To this pernicious caitiff deputy,—
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ISABELLA I went
To this pernicious caitiff deputy,—
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DUKE VINCENTIO That’s somewhat madly spoken.
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DUKE VINCENTIO That’s somewhat madly spoken.
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ISABELLA Pardon it;
105 The phrase is to the matter.
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ISABELLA Pardon it;
The phrase is to the matter.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Mended again. The matter; proceed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Mended again. The matter; proceed.
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ISABELLA In brief, to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray’d, and kneel’d,
How he refell’d me, and how I replied,—
110 For this was of much length,—the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
115 My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother’s head.
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ISABELLA In brief, to set the needless process by,
How I persuaded, how I pray’d, and kneel’d,
How he refell’d me, and how I replied,—
For this was of much length,—the vile conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother’s head.
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is most likely!
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is most likely!
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ISABELLA 120 O, that it were as like as it is true!
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ISABELLA O, that it were as like as it is true!
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DUKE VINCENTIO By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honour
In hateful practise. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish. Next, it imports no reason
125 That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so 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 say by whose advice
130 Thou camest here to complain.
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DUKE VINCENTIO By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honour
In hateful practise. First, his integrity
Stands without blemish. Next, it imports no reason
That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so 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 say by whose advice
Thou camest here to complain.
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ISABELLA And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripen’d time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
135 In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go!
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ISABELLA And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripen’d time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go!
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DUKE VINCENTIO I know you’ld fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
140 On him so near us? This needs must be a practise.
Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?
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DUKE VINCENTIO I know you’ld fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
On him so near us? This needs must be a practise.
Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?
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ISABELLA One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
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ISABELLA One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
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DUKE VINCENTIO A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?
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DUKE VINCENTIO A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?
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LUCIO My lord, I know him; ’tis a meddling friar;
145 I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord
For certain words he spake against your grace
In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.
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LUCIO My lord, I know him; ’tis a meddling friar;
I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord
For certain words he spake against your grace
In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Words against me? this is a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
150 Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Words against me? this is a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
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LUCIO But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.
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LUCIO But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.
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FRIAR PETER Blessed be your royal grace!
155 I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Your royal ear abused. First, hath this woman
Most wrongfully accused your substitute,
Who is as free from touch or soil with her
As she from one ungot.
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FRIAR PETER Blessed be your royal grace!
I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Your royal ear abused. First, hath this woman
Most wrongfully accused your substitute,
Who is as free from touch or soil with her
As she from one ungot.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 160 We did believe no less.
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?
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DUKE VINCENTIO We did believe no less.
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?
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FRIAR PETER I know him for a man divine and holy;
Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
As he’s reported by this gentleman;
165 And, on my trust, a man that never yet
Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
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FRIAR PETER I know him for a man divine and holy;
Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
As he’s reported by this gentleman;
And, on my trust, a man that never yet
Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
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LUCIO My lord, most villanously; believe it.
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LUCIO My lord, most villanously; believe it.
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FRIAR PETER Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
But at this instant he is sick my lord,
170 Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither,
To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true and false; and what he with his oath
175 And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman.
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accused,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
180 Till she herself confess it.
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FRIAR PETER Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
But at this instant he is sick my lord,
Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither,
To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true and false; and what he with his oath
And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman.
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accused,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Good friar, let’s hear it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Good friar, let’s hear it.
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ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward
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ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward
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Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
185 In this I’ll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
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Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
In this I’ll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
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MARIANA Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.
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MARIANA Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 190 What, are you married?
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DUKE VINCENTIO What, are you married?
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Are you a maid?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Are you a maid?
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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MARIANA No, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO A widow, then?
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DUKE VINCENTIO A widow, then?
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MARIANA 195 Neither, my lord.
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MARIANA Neither, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
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LUCIO My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.
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LUCIO My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
200 To prattle for himself.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
To prattle for himself.
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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MARIANA My lord; I do confess I ne’er was married;
And I confess besides I am no maid:
I have known my husband; yet my husband
205 Knows not that ever he knew me.
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MARIANA My lord; I do confess I ne’er was married;
And I confess besides I am no maid:
I have known my husband; yet my husband
Knows not that ever he knew me.
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LUCIO He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better.
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LUCIO He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better.
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DUKE VINCENTIO For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
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DUKE VINCENTIO For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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LUCIO Well, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
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DUKE VINCENTIO This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
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MARIANA 210 Now I come to’t my lord
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband,
And charges him my lord, with such a time
When I’ll depose I had him in mine arms
215 With all the effect of love.
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MARIANA Now I come to’t my lord
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband,
And charges him my lord, with such a time
When I’ll depose I had him in mine arms
With all the effect of love.
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ANGELO Charges she more than me?
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ANGELO Charges she more than me?
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MARIANA Not that I know.
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MARIANA Not that I know.
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DUKE VINCENTIO No? you say your husband.
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DUKE VINCENTIO No? you say your husband.
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MARIANA Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
220 Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.
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MARIANA Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.
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ANGELO This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
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ANGELO This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
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MARIANA My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
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MARIANA My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
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Unveiling
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Unveiling
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This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
225 Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow’d contract,
Was fast belock’d in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
230 In her imagined person.
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This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow’d contract,
Was fast belock’d in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Know you this woman?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Know you this woman?
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LUCIO Carnally, she says.
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LUCIO Carnally, she says.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Sirrah, no more!
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DUKE VINCENTIO Sirrah, no more!
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LUCIO Enough, my lord.
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LUCIO Enough, my lord.
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ANGELO 235 My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
240 For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.
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ANGELO My lord, I must confess I know this woman:
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.
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MARIANA Noble prince,
245 As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man’s wife as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in’s garden-house
250 He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!
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MARIANA Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man’s wife as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in’s garden-house
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!
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ANGELO I did but smile till now:
255 Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice.
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceive
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on: let me have way, my lord,
260 To find this practise out.
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ANGELO I did but smile till now:
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice.
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceive
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on: let me have way, my lord,
To find this practise out.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Ay, with my heart
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,
265 Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s seal’d in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived.
270 There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Ay, with my heart
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s seal’d in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived.
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
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FRIAR PETER Would he were here, my lord! for he indeed
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides
275 And he may fetch him.
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FRIAR PETER Would he were here, my lord! for he indeed
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides
And he may fetch him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go do it instantly.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go do it instantly.
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Exit Provost
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Exit Provost
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And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,
280 In any chastisement: I for a while will leave you;
But stir not you till you have well determined
Upon these slanderers.
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And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,
In any chastisement: I for a while will leave you;
But stir not you till you have well determined
Upon these slanderers.
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ESCALUS My lord, we’ll do it throughly.
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ESCALUS My lord, we’ll do it throughly.
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Exit DUKE
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Exit DUKE
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Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
285 Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
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Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
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LUCIO ‘Cucullus non facit monachum:’ honest in nothing
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
villanous speeches of the duke.
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LUCIO ‘Cucullus non facit monachum:’ honest in nothing
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
villanous speeches of the duke.
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ESCALUS We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and
290 enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
notable fellow.
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ESCALUS We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and
enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
notable fellow.
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LUCIO As any in Vienna, on my word.
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LUCIO As any in Vienna, on my word.
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ESCALUS Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
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ESCALUS Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
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Exit an Attendant
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Exit an Attendant
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Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
295 shall see how I’ll handle her.
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Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
shall see how I’ll handle her.
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LUCIO Not better than he, by her own report.
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LUCIO Not better than he, by her own report.
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ESCALUS Say you?
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ESCALUS Say you?
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LUCIO Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately,
she would sooner confe perchance, publicly,
300 she’ll be ashamed.
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LUCIO Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately,
she would sooner confe perchance, publicly,
she’ll be ashamed.
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ESCALUS I will go darkly to work with her.
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ESCALUS I will go darkly to work with her.
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LUCIO That’s the way; for women are light at midnight.
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LUCIO That’s the way; for women are light at midnight.
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Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA ; and Provost with the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar’s habit
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Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA ; and Provost with the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar’s habit
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ESCALUS Come on, mistre here’s a gentlewoman denies all
that you have said.
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ESCALUS Come on, mistre here’s a gentlewoman denies all
that you have said.
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LUCIO 305 My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with
the provost.
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LUCIO My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with
the provost.
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ESCALUS In very good time: speak not you to him till we
call upon you.
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ESCALUS In very good time: speak not you to him till we
call upon you.
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LUCIO Mum.
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LUCIO Mum.
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ESCALUS 310 Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
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ESCALUS Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
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DUKE VINCENTIO ’Tis false.
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DUKE VINCENTIO ’Tis false.
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ESCALUS How! know you where you are?
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ESCALUS How! know you where you are?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Respect to your great place! and let the devil
315 Be sometime honour’d for his burning throne!
Where is the duke? ’tis he should hear me speak.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Be sometime honour’d for his burning throne!
Where is the duke? ’tis he should hear me speak.
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ESCALUS The duke’s in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.
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ESCALUS The duke’s in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls,
320 Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke’s unjust,
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain’s mouth
325 Which here you come to accuse.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls,
Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke’s unjust,
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain’s mouth
Which here you come to accuse.
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LUCIO This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
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LUCIO This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
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ESCALUS Why, thou unreverend and unhallow’d friar,
Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth
330 And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain? and then to glance from him
To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to the rack with him! We’ll touse you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
335 What ‘unjust’?
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ESCALUS Why, thou unreverend and unhallow’d friar,
Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth
And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain? and then to glance from him
To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to the rack with him! We’ll touse you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
What ‘unjust’?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
340 Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble
Till it o’er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop,
345 As much in mock as mark.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble
Till it o’er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop,
As much in mock as mark.
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ESCALUS Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!
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ESCALUS Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!
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ANGELO What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio?
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
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ANGELO What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio?
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
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LUCIO ’Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate:
350 do you know me?
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LUCIO ’Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate:
do you know me?
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DUKE VINCENTIO I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I
met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I
met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
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LUCIO O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
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LUCIO O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Most notedly, sir.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Most notedly, sir.
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LUCIO 355 Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a
fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
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LUCIO Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a
fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
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DUKE VINCENTIO You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make
that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and
much more, much worse.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make
that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and
much more, much worse.
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LUCIO 360 O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the
nose for thy speeches?
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LUCIO O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the
nose for thy speeches?
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DUKE VINCENTIO I protest I love the duke as I love myself.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I protest I love the duke as I love myself.
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ANGELO Hark, how the villain would close now, after his
treasonable abuses!
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ANGELO Hark, how the villain would close now, after his
treasonable abuses!
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ESCALUS 365 Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!
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ESCALUS Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!
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DUKE VINCENTIO 370 (To Provost) Stay, sir; stay awhile.
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DUKE VINCENTIO (To Provost) Stay, sir; stay awhile.
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ANGELO What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.
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ANGELO What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.
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LUCIO Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must
you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you!
375 show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
Will’t not off?
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LUCIO Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must
you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you!
show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
Will’t not off?
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Pulls off the friar’s hood, and discovers DUKE VINCENTIO
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Pulls off the friar’s hood, and discovers DUKE VINCENTIO
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DUKE VINCENTIO Thou art the first knave that e’er madest a duke.
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. (To LUCIO) Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Thou art the first knave that e’er madest a duke.
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. (To LUCIO) Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.
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LUCIO 380 This may prove worse than hanging.
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LUCIO This may prove worse than hanging.
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DUKE VINCENTIO (To ESCALUS) What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:
We’ll borrow place of him. (To ANGELO) Sir, by your leave.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
385 Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.
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DUKE VINCENTIO (To ESCALUS) What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:
We’ll borrow place of him. (To ANGELO) Sir, by your leave.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.
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ANGELO O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
390 When I perceive your grace, like power divine,
Hath look’d upon my passes. Then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
But let my trial be mine own confession:
Immediate sentence then and sequent death
395 Is all the grace I beg.
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ANGELO O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
When I perceive your grace, like power divine,
Hath look’d upon my passes. Then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
But let my trial be mine own confession:
Immediate sentence then and sequent death
Is all the grace I beg.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Mariana.
Say, wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Mariana.
Say, wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?
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ANGELO I was, my lord.
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ANGELO I was, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
400 Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
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Exeunt ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER and Provost
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Exeunt ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER and Provost
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ESCALUS My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.
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ESCALUS My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Isabel.
405 Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney’d at your service.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Come hither, Isabel.
Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney’d at your service.
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ISABELLA O, give me pardon,
410 That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty!
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ISABELLA O, give me pardon,
That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty!
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DUKE VINCENTIO You are pardon’d, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother’s death, I know, sits at your heart;
415 And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
420 Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain’d my purpose. But, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
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DUKE VINCENTIO You are pardon’d, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother’s death, I know, sits at your heart;
And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain’d my purpose. But, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
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ISABELLA 425 I do, my lord.
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ISABELLA I do, my lord.
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Re-enter ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER , and Provost
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Re-enter ANGELO , MARIANA , FRIAR PETER , and Provost
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DUKE VINCENTIO For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake: but as he adjudged your brother,—
430 Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
Thereon dependent, for your brother’s life,—
The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
435 ‘An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!’
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
Like doth quit like, and
MEASURE still FOR MEASUREMatthew 7:1-2: “Judge not, that ye be not judged...with what measure you mete, it shall be measured to you again.” Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested;
Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
440 We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop’d to death, and with like haste.
Away with him!
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DUKE VINCENTIO For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake: but as he adjudged your brother,—
Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
Thereon dependent, for your brother’s life,—
The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
‘An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!’
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
Like doth quit like, and
MEASURE still FOR MEASUREMatthew 7:1-2: “Judge not, that ye be not judged...with what measure you mete, it shall be measured to you again.” Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested;
Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop’d to death, and with like haste.
Away with him!
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MARIANA O my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
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MARIANA O my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 445 It is your husband mock’d you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life
And choke your good to come; for his possessions,
450 Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.
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DUKE VINCENTIO It is your husband mock’d you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life
And choke your good to come; for his possessions,
Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.
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MARIANA O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.
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MARIANA O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.
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DUKE VINCENTIO 455 Never crave him; we are definitive.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Never crave him; we are definitive.
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MARIANA Gentle my liege,—
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MARIANA Gentle my liege,—
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Kneeling
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Kneeling
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DUKE VINCENTIO You do but lose your labour.
Away with him to death!
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DUKE VINCENTIO You do but lose your labour.
Away with him to death!
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(To LUCIO )
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(To LUCIO )
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Now, sir, to you.
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Now, sir, to you.
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MARIANA 460 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.
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MARIANA 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.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Against all sense you do importune her:
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
465 Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Against all sense you do importune her:
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.
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MARIANA Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I’ll speak all.
470 They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
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MARIANA Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I’ll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
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DUKE VINCENTIO He dies for Claudio’s death.
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DUKE VINCENTIO He dies for Claudio’s death.
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ISABELLA 475 (Kneeling) Most bounteous sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d,
As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
Till he did look on me: since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
480 In that he did the thing for which he died:
For Angelo,
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
485 Intents but merely thoughts.
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ISABELLA (Kneeling) Most bounteous sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d,
As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
Till he did look on me: since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
In that he did the thing for which he died:
For Angelo,
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Intents but merely thoughts.
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MARIANA Merely, my lord.
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MARIANA Merely, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Your suit’s unprofitable; stand up, I say.
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
490 At an unusual hour?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Your suit’s unprofitable; stand up, I say.
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?
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PROVOST It was commanded so.
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PROVOST It was commanded so.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Had you a special warrant for the deed?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Had you a special warrant for the deed?
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PROVOST No, my good lord; it was by private message.
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PROVOST No, my good lord; it was by private message.
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DUKE VINCENTIO For which I do discharge you of your office:
495 Give up your keys.
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DUKE VINCENTIO For which I do discharge you of your office:
Give up your keys.
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PROVOST Pardon me, noble lord:
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
Yet did repent me, after more advice;
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
500 That should by private order else have died,
I have reserved alive.
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PROVOST Pardon me, noble lord:
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
Yet did repent me, after more advice;
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
That should by private order else have died,
I have reserved alive.
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DUKE VINCENTIO What’s he?
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DUKE VINCENTIO What’s he?
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PROVOST His name is Barnardine.
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PROVOST His name is Barnardine.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
505 Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
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DUKE VINCENTIO I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
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Exit Provost
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Exit Provost
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ESCALUS I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear’d,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper’d judgment afterward.
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ESCALUS I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear’d,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper’d judgment afterward.
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ANGELO 510 I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
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ANGELO I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
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Re-enter Provost, with BARNARDINE , CLAUDIO muffled, and JULIET
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Re-enter Provost, with BARNARDINE , CLAUDIO muffled, and JULIET
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DUKE VINCENTIO Which is that Barnardine?
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DUKE VINCENTIO Which is that Barnardine?
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PROVOST 515 This, my lord.
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PROVOST This, my lord.
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DUKE VINCENTIO There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d:
520 But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow’s that?
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DUKE VINCENTIO There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d:
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow’s that?
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PROVOST This is another prisoner that I saved.
525 Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
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PROVOST This is another prisoner that I saved.
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
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Unmuffles CLAUDIO
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Unmuffles CLAUDIO
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DUKE VINCENTIO [To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
530 He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.
535 I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. [To LUCIO] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?
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DUKE VINCENTIO [To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
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. [To LUCIO] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?
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LUCIO 540 ’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 whipt.
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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 whipt.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
545 Is any woman wrong’d by this lewd fellow,
As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipt and hang’d.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
Is any woman wrong’d by this lewd fellow,
As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipt and hang’d.
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LUCIO 550 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.
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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.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
555 Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison;
And see our pleasure herein executed.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison;
And see our pleasure herein executed.
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LUCIO Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death,
whipping, and hanging.
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LUCIO Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death,
whipping, and hanging.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Slandering a prince deserves it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO Slandering a prince deserves it.
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Exit Officers with LUCIO
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Exit Officers with LUCIO
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560 She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
I have confess’d her and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodne
There’s more behind that is more gratulate.
565 Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy:
We shill employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s:
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
570 I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours and what is yours is mine.
So, bring us to our palace; where we’ll show
What’s yet behind, that’s meet you all should know.
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She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
I have confess’d her and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodne
There’s more behind that is more gratulate.
Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy:
We shill employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s:
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours and what is yours is mine.
So, bring us to our palace; where we’ll show
What’s yet behind, that’s meet you all should know.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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