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ay, bid come before us Angelo. hat figure of us think you he will bear? r you must know, we have with special soul Eted him our absence to supply; nt him our terror, drest him with our love ; d given his deputation all the organs our own power : What think
of it? Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth
undergo such ample grace and honour, s lord Angelo
To one that can my part in him advertise :
Duke. “ No more evasion :"
Our hastę from hence is of so quick condition,
Arig. Yet, give leave, my lord,
Duke, My haste may not admit it;.
Duke. Look where he comes. Ing. Always obedient to your grace's will, me to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, ere is a kind of character in thy life t, to the observer, doth thy history y unfold: Thyself and thy belongings not thine own so proper, as to waste self upon thy virtues, them on thee. ven doth with us, as we with torches do; light them for themselves : for if our virtues not go forth of us, 'twere all alike f we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, to fine issues : nor nature never lends smallest scruple of her excellence, like a thrifty goddess, she determines elf the glory of a creditor, thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
But do not like to stage me to their eyes :
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes !
79 Duke. I thank you: Fare you well. [Exit.
Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you ; “ and it concerns me " To look into the bottom of my place :" A power I have; but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.
Ang. 'Tis so with me :--Let us withdraw together, And we inay soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. Escal. I'll wait upon your honour.
" SCENE II.
" The Street, Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen.
“ Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukeš, come « not to composition with the king of Hungary, why, " then all the dukes fall upon the king.
1 Gent. Heaven grant tis its peace, but not the s king of Hungary's ! 2 Gent. Amend
t do not like to; stage me to their eyes :
we may soon our satisfaction liave
« Lucio. Thou conclud'st like the sanctimonious “ pirate, that went to sea with the ten command.' "ments, but scrap'd one out of the table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? “ Lucio. Ay, that he raz’d.
“ i Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command “ the captain and all the rest from their functions ; “ they put forth to steal : There's not a soldier of us
all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth " relish the petition well that prays for peace.
“2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.
" Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never " wast where grace was said.
2 Gent. No: a dozen times at least. « i Gent, What, in metre? « Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language.
Gent. I think, or in any religion.
Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despighit " of all controversy: As for example ; Thou thyself " art a wicked villain, despight of all grace.
“ i Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers be“tween us,
“ Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists 46 and the velvet : Thou art the list.
119 “ 1 Gent. And thou the velvet : thou art good vel“ vet; thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee : " I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be “ pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do " I speak feelingly now? “ Lucio, I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most
" SCENE II.
* The Street, Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen,
Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come ot to composition with the king of Hungary, why, en all the dukes fall upon the king, i Gent. Heaven grant is its peace, but not the ng of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen.
“ painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine “ own confession, learn to begin thy health'; . but; « whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
" i Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have $ I not?
130 2.Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art « tainted, or free.
“ Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation
comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under: «« her roof, as come to
2 Gent. To what, I pray?
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a year.
140 1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me : “ but thou art full of error; I am sound.
Lučżo. Nay, not, as one would say, healthy; but “so sound, as things that are hollow: thy bones are “ hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.
* Enter Bawd.
« 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the « most profound sciatica ?
“ Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested,
and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of ç you all.
150 Gent. Who's that, I pr’ythee? • Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio, *1 Gent, Claudio to prison ! 'tis not so.
painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health'; - but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
i Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have not?
130 6. Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art ainted, or free. * Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation omes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under er roof, as come to 12 Gent. To what, I pray?
1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me: ut thou art full of error; I am sound.
but Lucio. Nay, not, as one would say, healthy ; sound, as things that are hollow: thy bones are
“ Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw himn arrest“ ed ; saw him carry'd away; and, which is more, “ within these three days his head is to be chopp'd off.
“ Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have “ it so? Art thou sure of this?
“ Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting « madain Julietta with child.
160 • Lucio. Believe me, this may be : he promised to " meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise " in promise-keeping.
2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something " near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
66 i Gent. But most of all agreeing with the pro. " clamation. “ Lucio. Away ; let's go learn the truth of it.
“[Excunt. Manet Bawd.
« Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the “ sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty,
I am custom-shrunk, How now? what's " the news with you?
ollow; impiety has made a feast of thee,
“ Enter Bawa.
« Enter Clown.
1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the ost profound sciatica ? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, id carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of u all. 1 Gent.. Who's that, I pr'ythee? Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio. 1 Gent, Claudio to prison. 'tis not só.
" Clown. Yonder man is carry'd to prison. “ Bawd. Well; what has he done? 46 Clown. A woman. “ Bazd. But what's his offence? “ Clown. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him ?