pointment, go in your place; if the encounter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may compel him to her recompence; and here by this is your brother fayed, your honour untainted, the poor Mariana advantáged, and the corrupt deputy fcaled. The maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt: if you think well to carry this as you may, the doublenefs of the benefit defends the deceit and reproof. What think you of it?

Ifab. The image of it gives me content already, and I trust it will grow to a moft profperous perfection.

Duke. It.lyes much in your holding up; hafte you fpeedily to Angelo; if for this night he intreat you to his bed, give him promife of fatisfaction. I will prefently to St. Luke's; there at the moated grange refides this dejected Mariana; at that place call upon me, and dispatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly. Ifab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well, good father.

[Exit.

Elb.

SCENE IV.

The S TRE E T.

Enter Duke, Elbow, Clown and Officers.

NAY

JAY, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and fell men and women like beafts, we fhall have all the world drink brown and white baftard.

Duke. Oh heav'ns! what ftuff is here?

Clown. 'Twas never merry world fince of two u furies the merrieft was put down, and the worfer allow'd by order of law. A furr'd gown to keep him warm, and furr'd with fox and lambs-skins too, to fignifie, that craft being richer than innocency ftands for the facing.

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Elb.

Elb. Come your way, Sir: blefs you, good father Friar.

Duke. And you, good brother father; what offence hath this man made you, Sir?

Elb. Marry Sir, he hath offended the law; and Sir, we take him to be a Thief too, Sir; for we have found upon him, Sir, a ftrange pick-lock, which we have fent to the deputy.

Duke. Fie, Sirrah, a bawd, a wicked bawd;
The evil that thou caufeft to be done,

That is thy means to live. Do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or cloath a back
From fuch a filthy vice: fay to thy felf,
From their abominable and beaftly touches
I drink, I eat away my felf, and live.
Canft thou believe thy living is a life,
So ftinkingly depending? go mend, mend.

Clown. Indeed it doth ftink in fome fort, Sir; but yet, Sir, I would prove

Duke. Nay, if the devil have giv'n thee proofs for fin, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prifon, officer; Correction and instruction must both work,

Ere this rude beaft will profit.

Elb. He muft before the deputy, Sir; he has given him warning; the deputy cannot abide a whore-mafter; if he be a whore-monger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.

Dike. That we were all, as fome would feem to be, Free from all faults, as faults from feeming free!

SCENE IV.

Enter Lucio.

Elb. His neck will come to your wafte, a cord, Sir.

Clown, I fpy comfort; I cry bail: here's a gentlemand, and a friend of mine.

Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? what, at the wheels of Cafar? art thou led in triumph? what, is there none of Pigmalion's images newly made woman

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to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting it clutch'd? what reply? ha what fay'ft thou to this tune, matter and method? is't not drown'd i'th' last rain? ha? what fay'ft thou, trot? is the world as it was, man? which is the way? is it fad and few words or how the trick of it?

Duke. Still thus and thus ; ftill worfe?

Lucio. How doth my dear morfel, thy miftrefs? procures fhe ftill? ha?

Clown. Troth Sir, fhe hath eaten up all the beef, and fhe is her felf in the tub.

Lucio. Why 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be fo. Ever your fresh whore, and your powder'd baw'd, an unfhunn'd confequence, it must be fo. Art going to prifon, Pompey?

Clown. Yes, faith Sir.

Lucio. Why, 'tis not amifs, Pompey: farewel: go fay I fent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how? Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

Lucio. Well, then imprifo him; if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right. Bawd is he doubtlefs, and of antiquit too; bawd born. Farewel, good Pompey: commend me to the prifon, Pompey; you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.

Clown. I hope, Sir, your good worship will be my bail.

Lucie. No indeed will I not Pompey; it is not the wear; I will pray, Pompey, to encrease your bondage, you take it not patiently why, your mettle is the more: adieu, trufty Pompey. Blefs you, Friar.

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Duke. And you.

Lucio. Does Bridget paint ftill, Pompey? ha?

Elb. Come your ways, Sir, come.

Clown. You will not bail me then, Sir?
Lucio. Then, Pompey, nor now.

broad, Friar? what news?

Elb. Come your ways, Sir, come.
Lucie. Go to kennel, Pompey, go:

What news a

[Exeunt Elbow, Clown and Officers. SCENE

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SCENE VI.

What news, Friar, of the Duke? Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any! Lucio. Some fay he is with the Emperor of Ruffia other fome, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?

Duke. I know not where; but wherefoever, I with him well.

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the state, and ufurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his abfence; he puts Tranfgreffion to't.

Duke. He does well in't.

Lucio. A little more lenity to leachery would do no harm in him; fomething too crabbed that way, Friar.

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

Lucio. Yes in good footh, the vice is of great kin dred; it is well ally'd; but it is impoffible to extirp it quite, Friar, 'till eating and drinking be put down. They fay, this Angelo was not made by man and wo man after the downright way of creation; is it true, think you?

Duke. How fhould he be made then?

Lucio. Some report, a fea-maid spawn'd him. Some, that he was begot between two ftock-fifhes. 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 generative; that's infallible.

Duke. You are pleafant, Sir, and fpeak apace.

Lucio. Why, what a ruthlefs thing is this in him, 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 baftards, he would have paid for the nurfing a thoufand. He had fome feeling of the fport, he knew the fervice, and that inftructed him to mercy. Duke.

Duke. I never heard the abfent Duke much detected for women; he was not inclin'd that way.

Lucio. Oh Sir, you are deceiv'd.

Duke. 'Tis not poffible.

Lucio. Who, not the Duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his ufe was, to put a ducket in her clackdifh; the Duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too, that let me inform you.

Duke. You do him wrong furely. Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his : was the Duke; and I believe I know the withdrawing.

fhy fellow cause of his

Duke. What pr'ythee might be the caufe?

Lucio. No; pardon: 'tis a fecret must be lockt with in the teeth and the lips; but this I can let you understand, the greater file of the fubject held the Duke to be wife.

Duke. Wife? why no queftion but he was.

Lucio. A very fuperficial, ignorant, unweighing

fellow.

Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking the very ftream of his life, and the business he hath helmed, muft upon a warranted need give him a better proclamation. Let him be but teftimonied in his own bringings forth, and he fhall appear to the envious, a fcholar, a ftatefman, and a foldier. 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 know" ledge with dear love.

Lucio. Come, Sir, I know what I know.

Duke. I can hardly believe that, fince you know not what you speak. But if ever the Duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me defire you to make your anfwer before him: if it be honeft you have fpoke 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.

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Duke,