That thou neglect me not, with that Opinion, That I am touch'd with Madness. Make not impoffible In all his Dreffings, Caracts, Titles, Forms, Duke. By mine Honesty, If the be mad, as I believe no other, Ifab. O gracious Duke, Harp not on that; nor do not banish Reafon Duke. Many that are not mad Ifab. I am the Sifter of one Claudio, Was fent to by my Brother; one Lucio, Lucio. That's I, and't like your Grace: Ifab. That's he indeed. Duke. You were not bid to speak. Lucio. No, my good Lord, Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Pray you take note of it: And when you have VOL. I. S [To Lucio. Lucio, Lucio. I warrant your Honour. Duke. The Warrant's for your felf; take heed to't. Duke. It may be right, but you are i'th' wrong Ifab. I went To this pernicious Caitiff Deputy. Duke. That's fomewhat madly Ipoken. The Phrafe is to the Matter. Duke. Mended again: The Matter; proceed. For this was of much length; the vile Conclufion Release my Brother; and after much Debatement, And I did yield to him: But the next Morn betimes, For my poor Brother's Head. Duke. This is most likely. Ifab. Oh that it were as like as it is true. [fpeak'ft; Duke. By Heav'n, fond Wretch, thou know'st not what thou Or elfe thou art fuborn'd against his Honour In hateful Practice. Firft, his Integrity Stands without blemish; next, it imports no Reafon, Faults proper to himself: If he had so offended, Ifab. And is this all? Then oh you bleffed Minifters above, Keep me in Patience; and with ripen'd time, In countenance: Heav'n fhield your Grace from Wo. Duke. Duke. I know you'd fain be gone. An Officer; To Prison with her. Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous Breath to fall On him fo near us? This needs must be a Practice. Who knows that Lodowick? Lucio. My Lord, I know him; 'tis a medling Friar; Duke. Words against me? This is a good Friar belike, And to fet on this wretched Woman here Against our Substitute! Let this Friar be found. Lucio. But Yefternight, my Lord, the and that Friar, I saw them at the Prison: A fawcy Friar, A very scurvy Fellow. Peter. Bleffed be your Royal Grace! I have stood by, my Lord, and I have heard Who is as free from touch or foil with her, Duke. We did believe no less. Know you that Friar Lodowick which she speaks of? As he's reported by this Gentleman'; And, on my Truft, a Man that never yet Did, as he vouches, mifreport your Grace. Lucio. My Lord, moft villanously; believe it. Το To juftifie this worthy Nobleman, Duke. Good Friar, let's hear it. Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? Firft, let her fhew her Face, and after speak. Mari. Pardon, my Lord, I will not fhew my Face Until my Husband bid me. Duke. What, are you marry'd? Mari. No, my Lord. Duke. Are you a Maid? Mari. No, my Lord. Duke. A Widow then? Mari. Neither, my Lord. Dnke. Why, are you nothing then? Neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife? Lucio. My Lord, fhe may be a Punk; for many of them are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife. Duke. Silence that Fellow: I would he had fome Cause to prattle for himself. Lucio. Well, my Lord. Mari. My Lord, I do confefs I ne'er was marry'd, And I confefs befides, I am no Maid; I have known my Husband, yet my Husband Knows not that ever he knew me. Lucio. He was drunk then, my Lord; it can be no better. Duke. For the benefit of Silence, would thou wert fo too. Lucio. Well, my Lord. Duke. This is no Witness for Lord Angelo. Mari. Now I come to't, my Lord. She that accufes him of Fornication, In felf-fame manner doth accufe my Husband, Ang. Ang. Charges the more than me? Mari. Not that I know. Duke. No? you fay your Husband. To Mariana. Mari. Why, juft, my Lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks he knows, that he ne'er knew my Body; But knows, he thinks, that he knows Ifabel's. Ang. This is a ftrange Abuse: Let's fee thy Face. Mari. My Husband bids me; now I will unmask. [Unveiling. This is that Face, thou cruel Angelo, Which once thou fwor'ft was worth the looking on: Duke. Know you this Woman? Lucio. Carnally, she says. Duke. Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Enough, my Lord. Ang. My Lord, I muft confefs I know this Woman; I never spake with her, faw her, nor heard from her, Mari. Noble Prince, As there comes Light from Heav'n, and Words from Breath, As there is Senfe in Truth, and Truth in Virtue, I am affianc'd this Man's Wife as ftrongly As Words could make up Vows: And, my good Lord, He knew me as a Wife. As this is true, Let me in fafety raise me from my Knees; A Marble Monument. Ang. I did but smile 'till now. Now, good my Lord, give me the Scope of Justice; S 3 The |