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Clo. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the weart. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey.-Bless

you, friar.

Duke. And you.
Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha?
Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.
Clo. You will not bail me then, sir?

Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.What news abroad, friar? what news?

Elb. Come your ways, sir; come.
Lucio. Go,—to kennel, Pompey, go:

[Ereunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. What news, friar, of the duke?

Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?

Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Rus. sia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?

Duke. I know not where : but wheresoever, I wish him well.

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of hin, to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his ab. sence; he puts transgression to't.

Duke. He does well in't.

Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him : something too crabbed that way, friar.

Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it.

Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well ally'rl: but it is impossible to ex. tirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo was not made by man and woman, after the downright way of creation : is it true, think you?

Fashion.

Duke. How should be be made then?

Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him :Soine, that he was begot between two stock-fishes: but it is certain, that when he makes water, his urine is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion* ungenerative, that's infallible.

Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace.

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this iu hinn, for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, have done this? Ere he would have hang'd a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport; he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.

Duke. I never heard the absent duke much detectedt for women; he was not inclived that way. Lúcio. O, sir, you are deceived. Duke. 'Tis pot possible.

Lucio, Who? not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty ;-and his use was, to put a ducat in her clackdish: the duke had crotchets in him: he would be drunk too; that let me inform you.

Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his : a shy fellow was the duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of his withdrawing.

Duke. What, I pr’ythee, might be the cause?

Lucio. No, - pardon ;-'tis a secret must be lock'd within the teeth and the lips : but this I can let you understand,—The greater files of the subject held the duke to be wise.

Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was.

Lucio. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing $ fellow.

Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mis. taking; the very stream of his life, and the business

* Puppet. + Suspected,

The majority of lis subjects,
Inconsiderate.

he hath helmed", must, upon a warranted need, give him a better proclamation. Let him be but tes. timonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall appear to the envious, a scholar, a statesman, and a soldier: therefore, you speak unskilfully; or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd in

your malice.

Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him.

Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.

Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.

Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return (as our prayers are he may), let me desire you to make your answer before him : if it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?

Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke.

Duke. He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you.

Lucio. I fear you not.

Duke. O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you imagive me too unhurtful an oppositet. But, indeed, I can do you little harm: you'll forswear this again.

Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this : canst thou tell, if Claudio die to

morrow, or no? Duke. Why should he die, sir?

Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tun-dish. I would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd again: this ungenitur'd agent will unpeople the province with continency; sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answer'd; le would never bring them to light : would he were retara'd! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for un

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trussing. Farewell, good friar; I priythee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mut. ton* on Fridays. He's now past it; yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlick : say, that I said so. Farewell.

[Erit.
Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumay
The whitest virtue strikes : What king so strong,
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
But who comes here?

Enter Escalus, Provost, Bawd, and Oficers.
Escal. Go, away with her to prison.

Buwd. Good my lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted a merciful man: good my lord.

Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still forfeitt in the same kind? This would make mercy swear, and play the tyrant.

Proo. A bawd of eleven years continuance, may it please your honour.

Bawd. My lord, this is one Lucio's information against me: mistress Kate Keep down was with child by him in the duke's time, he promised her marriage; his child is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse ine.

Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much licence: --let him be called before us.-Away with her to prison: Go to; no more words. (Ereunt Bawd and Officers.] Provost, my brother Angelo will not be alter'd, Claudio must die to-morrow; let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable

pre. paration: if my brother wrought by my pity, it sliould not be so with him.

Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death.

Escal. Good even, good father.

• Have a wench.

+ Transgress.

Duke. Bliss and goodness on you?
Escal. Of whence are you.
Duke. Not of this country, though my chance is

Dow

To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the see,
In special business from his holiness.

Escal. What news abroad i' the world?

Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it; novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be constant in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive, to make societies secure; but security enough, to make fellowships accurs'd: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke?

Escal. One, that, above all other strifes, contend. ed especially to know himself.

Duke. Wbat pleasure was he given to ?

Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which profess’d to make him rejoice: a gentleman of all temperayce. But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous: and let me desire to know how you find Claudio prepared. I am made to understand, that you have lent him visitation.

Duke. He professes to have received no sinister measures from his judge, but most willingly hum. bles himself to the determination of justice : yet bad he frauied to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I, by my good leisure, have discredited to him, and now is he resolved* to die.

Escal. You have paid the heavens your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the ex.

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