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Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Good friar, let's hear it.
[ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward. 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. Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face, Until my husband bid me.
What, are you married?
Mari. No, my lord.
Duke. A widow, then?
Are you a maid?
No, my lord.
Neither, my lord.
Are nothing, then :-neither maid, widow, nor wife? Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Duke. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
Lucio. Well, my lord.
Mari. 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
Lucio. He was drunk, then, my lord: it can be no better.
Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo.
Mari. Now I come to 't, my lord:
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband;
Charges she more than me?
Mari. Not that I know.
No? you say, your husband.
Who thinks he knows that he ne'er knew my body;
Which once thou swor'st was worth the looking on;
Know you this woman?
Lucio. Carnally, she says.
Sirrah, no more!
Lucio. Enough, my lord.
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman :
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
In levity since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
As there comes light from heaven, and words from breath,
I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly
I did but smile till now:
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
A marble monument!
Compact with her that's gone, think'st thou thy oaths,
F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord! for he, indeed,
Your provost knows the place where he abides,
Duke. Go do it instantly.—
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Will leave you; but stir not you, till you have well
Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.
Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that friar
Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of the duke.
Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a notable fellow.
Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.
Escal. [To an Attendant.] Call that same Isabel here once again: I would speak with her. [Exit Attendant.] Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle her.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Escal. Say you?
Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess perchance, publicly she 'll be ashamed.
Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight.
Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA.
Escal. [To ISAB.] Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.
Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here, with the provost.
Escal. In very good time :-speak not you to him, till we call upon
Re-enter Duke, disguised as a Friar, and Provost.
Escal. Come, Sir: did you set these women on to slander lord Angelo they have confessed you did.
Duke. 'Tis false.
Escal. How know you where you are?
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Boldly, at least.-But, O, poor souls!
And put your trial in the villain's mouth
Which here you come to accuse.
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
Is 't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women
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 touze you
Duke. Be not so hot; the duke dare
No more stretch this finger of mine, than he
But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes
Escal. Slander to the state!-Away with him to prison!
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord.-Come hither, goodman bald-pate: do you know me?
Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.
Lucio. O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Duke. Most notedly, Sir.
Lucio. Do you so, Sir? And was the Duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
Duke. You must, Sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches?
Duke. I protest, I love the duke as I love myself.
Ang. Hark how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.
Escal. Such a fellow is not be talk'd 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!
[The Provost lays hands on the Duke.
Duke. Stay, Sir; stay a while.
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?
[Pulls off the Friar's hood, and discovers the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a duke.— First, provost, let me bail these gentle three.—
[To LUCIO.] Sneak not away, Sir; for the friar and you
Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging.
Duke. [To ESCALUS.] What you have spoke, I pardon; sit you down :
We'll borrow place of him.-[To ANGELO.] Sir, by your leave.
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
And hold no longer out.
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
O my dread lord,