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Duke. No? you say, 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 Isabel's.

Ang. This is a strange abufe; let's see thy face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask.

This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which, once thou swor'ft, was worth the looking on:
This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract,
Was fast belock'd in thine: this is the body,
That took away the match from Isabel;
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagin'd perfon.

Duke. Know you this woman?
Lucio. Carnally, she says.
Duke. 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
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly, for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition ; but, in chief,
For that her Reputation was disvalu'd
In levity; since which time of five

years I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honour. Mari. Noble Prince,

As there comes light from heav'n, and words from
As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue,
I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone, in's garden-house,
He knew me as a wife; as this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my

Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument !
Ang. I did but smile 'till now.

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Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
My patience here is touch'd; I do perceive,

informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member,
That sets them on. Let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice out.

Duke. Ay, with my heart;
And punish them unto your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish Friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that's gone; think'st thou, thy

Tho' they would swear down each particular faint,
Were testimonies 'gainst his worth and credit,
That's seal'd in approbation? You, lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv’d.
There is another Friar, that set them on;
Let him be sent for.

Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, in-
Hath set the woman on to this complaint:
Your Provojt knows the place, where he abides;
And he may fetch him.

Duke. Go, do it instantly.
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth;
Do with your injuries, as seems you best, ,
In any chastisement: I for a while
Will leave you ; but stir you, not ’till you have well

these flanderers.



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Escal. M Lucio, did not you say, you knew that

Y lord,
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest perfon?

Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honeft in nothing,


but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous fpeeches of the Duke.

Escal. We shall intreat you to abide here 'till he come, and inforce them against him; we shall find this Friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As

any in Vienna, on my word. Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again : I would speak with her: 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 should sooner confess; perchance, publicly she'll be asham'd. Enter Duke in the Friar's habit, and Provost; Isabella

is brought in. Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.

Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight.

Escal, Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that


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 you.

Lucio. Mum

Escal. Come, Sir, did you set these women on to sander lord Angelo? they have confess'd you did.

Duke. 'Tis false.
Escal. How? know you where you are ?

Duke. Respect to your great Place; and let the devil Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.

Escal. The Duke'sinus; and we will hear you speak: Look, you speak justly. Duke. Boldly, at leaft

. But oh, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ?

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Good night to your redress: is the Duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The Duke's unjust,
Thus to retort your manifeft appeal ;
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.

Escal. Why, thou unrev’rend andunhallow'd Friar, Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women T'accuse this worthy man, but with foul mouth, And in the witness of his proper ear, To call him villain; and then glance from him To th' duke himself, to tax him with injustice ? Take him hence; to th’rack with him: we'll touze you Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose: What? unjuft?

Duke. Be not so hot; the duke dare no more stretch This finger of mine, than he dare rack his own: His subject am I not, Nor here provincial; my business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna ; Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, 'Till it o'er-run the stew : laws, for all faults; But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong ftatutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark.

Escal. Slander to th' ftate! away with him to prison..

Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lucio? Is this the


did tell us of? [bald-pat; Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, good-man, 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 theduke. Lucio. Oh, did you so? and do you remember what

fo you said of the duke?

Dike. Níost notedly, Sir.
Lucio. Do

you fo, Sir? an was the duke a flesh-' monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?


man, that



Duke. You must, Sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you spoke so of him, and much more, much worse.

Lucio. Oh 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 to 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 giglets too, and with the other confederate companion.

Duke. Stay, Sir, stay a-while.
Ang. What! resists he? help him, Lucio.

Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir; why, you bald-pated lying rascal; you must be hooded, mult you? show your knave's visage, with a pox to you; show

your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour: will’t not off ?

[Pulls off the Friar's Hood, and discovers the Duke.
Duke. Thou art the first knave, that c'er mad'fta duke.
First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three.
Sneak not away, Sir; for the Friar and you
Must have a word anon: lay hold on him.

Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging.
Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; fit you

[To Escalus.
We'll borrow. place of him. Sir, by your leave :
Haft thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? if thou haft,
Rely upon it 'till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.

Ang. O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I cau be undiscernable,
When I perceive your Grace, like pow'r divine,
Hath look'd upon my passes: then, good prince,


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