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Human nature and the law often collide in
Measure for Measure
. As the play begins, the Duke of Vienna announces he is going away and puts his deputy Angelo in charge of the state. Angelo immediately enforces a law prohibiting sex outside of marriage, sentencing Claudio to death for sleeping with Juliet, Claudio’s now-pregnant fiancée.
Claudio’s sister Isabella, a novice nun, appeals to Angelo to save her brother. But the supposedly pure Angelo demands that Isabella sleep with him to save Claudio. To Claudio’s dismay, Isabella refuses.
The duke, who has remained in Vienna disguised as a friar, suggests that Angelo’s jilted fiancée, Mariana, could take Isabella’s place. Although the trick succeeds, Angelo orders Claudio beheaded anyway. The duke saves Claudio, but he tells Isabella that Claudio is dead.
The duke, resuming his identity, sentences Angelo to wed Mariana and then be put to death. But Mariana and Isabella plead for Angelo’s life. Revealing that Claudio is alive, the duke pardons Angelo and proposes to Isabella.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Duke
,
Escalus
,
Lords
,
and
Attendants
.
Escalus
.
My
lord
.
Of
government
the
properties
to
unfold
Would
seem
in
me
t’
affect
speech
and
discourse
,
Since
I
am
put
to
know
that
your
own
science
Exceeds
,
in
that
,
the
lists
of
all
advice
My
strength
can
give
you
.
Then
no
more
remains
But
that
,
to
your
sufficiency
,
as
your
worth
is
able
,
And
let
them
work
.
The
nature
of
our
people
,
Our
city’s
institutions
,
and
the
terms
For
common
justice
,
you’re
as
pregnant
in
As
art
and
practice
hath
enrichèd
any
That
we
remember
.
There
is
our
commission
,
He
hands
Escalus
a
paper
.
From
which
we
would
not
have
you
warp
.
—
Call
hither
,
I
say
,
bid
come
before
us
Angelo
.
An
Attendant
exits
.
What
figure
of
us
think
you
he
will
bear
?
For
you
must
know
,
we
have
with
special
soul
Elected
him
our
absence
to
supply
,
Lent
him
our
terror
,
dressed
him
with
our
love
,
ACT 1. SC. 1
And
given
his
deputation
all
the
organs
Of
our
own
power
.
What
think
you
of
it
?
If
any
in
Vienna
be
of
worth
To
undergo
such
ample
grace
and
honor
,
It
is
Lord
Angelo
.
Enter
Angelo
.
Look
where
he
comes
.
Always
obedient
to
your
Grace’s
will
,
I
come
to
know
your
pleasure
.
Angelo
,
There
is
a
kind
of
character
in
thy
life
That
to
th’
observer
doth
thy
history
Fully
unfold
.
Thyself
and
thy
belongings
Are
not
thine
own
so
proper
as
to
waste
Thyself
upon
thy
virtues
,
they
on
thee
.
Heaven
doth
with
us
as
we
with
torches
do
,
Not
light
them
for
themselves
;
for
if
our
virtues
Did
not
go
forth
of
us
,
’twere
all
alike
As
if
we
had
them
not
.
Spirits
are
not
finely
touched
But
to
fine
issues
,
nor
nature
never
lends
The
smallest
scruple
of
her
excellence
But
,
like
a
thrifty
goddess
,
she
determines
Herself
the
glory
of
a
creditor
,
Both
thanks
and
use
.
But
I
do
bend
my
speech
To
one
that
can
my
part
in
him
advertise
.
Hold
,
therefore
,
Angelo
.
In
our
remove
be
thou
at
full
ourself
.
Mortality
and
mercy
in
Vienna
Live
in
thy
tongue
and
heart
.
Old
Escalus
,
Though
first
in
question
,
is
thy
secondary
.
Take
thy
commission
.
He
hands
Angelo
a
paper
.
Now
,
good
my
lord
,
Let
there
be
some
more
test
made
of
my
mettle
ACT 1. SC. 1
Before
so
noble
and
so
great
a
figure
Be
stamped
upon
it
.
No
more
evasion
.
We
have
with
a
leavened
and
preparèd
choice
Proceeded
to
you
.
Therefore
,
take
your
honors
.
Our
haste
from
hence
is
of
so
quick
condition
That
it
prefers
itself
and
leaves
unquestioned
Matters
of
needful
value
.
We
shall
write
to
you
,
As
time
and
our
concernings
shall
importune
,
How
it
goes
with
us
,
and
do
look
to
know
What
doth
befall
you
here
.
So
fare
you
well
.
To
th’
hopeful
execution
do
I
leave
you
Of
your
commissions
.
Yet
give
leave
,
my
lord
,
That
we
may
bring
you
something
on
the
way
.
My
haste
may
not
admit
it
.
Nor
need
you
,
on
mine
honor
,
have
to
do
With
any
scruple
.
Your
scope
is
as
mine
own
,
So
to
enforce
or
qualify
the
laws
As
to
your
soul
seems
good
.
Give
me
your
hand
.
I’ll
privily
away
.
I
love
the
people
,
But
do
not
like
to
stage
me
to
their
eyes
.
Though
it
do
well
,
I
do
not
relish
well
Their
loud
applause
and
aves
vehement
,
Nor
do
I
think
the
man
of
safe
discretion
That
does
affect
it
.
Once
more
,
fare
you
well
.
The
heavens
give
safety
to
your
purposes
.
Lead
forth
and
bring
you
back
in
happiness
.
I
thank
you
.
Fare
you
well
.
He
exits
.
,
to
Angelo
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
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
A
power
I
have
,
but
of
what
strength
and
nature
I
am
not
yet
instructed
.
’Tis
so
with
me
.
Let
us
withdraw
together
,
And
we
may
soon
our
satisfaction
have
Touching
that
point
.
I’ll
wait
upon
your
Honor
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Lucio
and
two
other
Gentlemen
.
If
the
Duke
,
with
the
other
dukes
,
come
not
to
composition
with
the
King
of
Hungary
,
why
then
all
the
dukes
fall
upon
the
King
.
Heaven
grant
us
its
peace
,
but
not
the
King
of
Hungary’s
!
Amen
.
Thou
conclud’st
like
the
sanctimonious
pirate
that
went
to
sea
with
the
ten
commandments
but
scraped
one
out
of
the
table
.
Thou
shalt
not
steal
?
Ay
,
that
he
razed
.
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
do
relish
the
petition
well
that
prays
for
peace
.
I
never
heard
any
soldier
dislike
it
.
I
believe
thee
,
for
I
think
thou
never
wast
where
grace
was
said
.
No
?
A
dozen
times
at
least
.
What
?
In
meter
?
In
any
proportion
or
in
any
language
.
I
think
,
or
in
any
religion
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Ay
,
why
not
?
Grace
is
grace
,
despite
of
all
controversy
;
as
,
for
example
,
thou
thyself
art
a
wicked
villain
,
despite
of
all
grace
.
Well
,
there
went
but
a
pair
of
shears
between
us
.
I
grant
,
as
there
may
between
the
lists
and
the
velvet
.
Thou
art
the
list
.
And
thou
the
velvet
.
Thou
art
good
velvet
;
thou
’rt
a
three-piled
piece
,
I
warrant
thee
.
I
had
as
lief
be
a
list
of
an
English
kersey
as
be
piled
,
as
thou
art
piled
,
for
a
French
velvet
.
Do
I
speak
feelingly
now
?
I
think
thou
dost
,
and
indeed
with
most
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
think
I
have
done
myself
wrong
,
have
I
not
?
Yes
,
that
thou
hast
,
whether
thou
art
tainted
or
free
.
Enter
Mistress
Overdone
,
a
Bawd
.
Behold
,
behold
,
where
Madam
Mitigation
comes
!
I
have
purchased
as
many
diseases
under
her
roof
as
come
to
—
To
what
,
I
pray
?
Judge
.
To
three
thousand
dolors
a
year
.
Ay
,
and
more
.
A
French
crown
more
.
Thou
art
always
figuring
diseases
in
me
,
but
thou
art
full
of
error
.
I
am
sound
.
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
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
,
to
Bawd
How
now
,
which
of
your
hips
has
the
most
profound
sciatica
?
Well
,
well
.
There’s
one
yonder
arrested
and
carried
to
prison
was
worth
five
thousand
of
you
all
.
Who’s
that
,
I
pray
thee
?
Marry
,
sir
,
that’s
Claudio
,
Signior
Claudio
.
Claudio
to
prison
?
’Tis
not
so
.
Nay
,
but
I
know
’tis
so
.
I
saw
him
arrested
,
saw
him
carried
away
;
and
,
which
is
more
,
within
these
three
days
his
head
to
be
chopped
off
.
But
,
after
all
this
fooling
,
I
would
not
have
it
so
!
Art
thou
sure
of
this
?
I
am
too
sure
of
it
.
And
it
is
for
getting
Madam
Julietta
with
child
.
Believe
me
,
this
may
be
.
He
promised
to
meet
me
two
hours
since
,
and
he
was
ever
precise
in
promise-keeping
.
Besides
,
you
know
,
it
draws
something
near
to
the
speech
we
had
to
such
a
purpose
.
But
most
of
all
agreeing
with
the
proclamation
.
Away
.
Let’s
go
learn
the
truth
of
it
.
Lucio
and
Gentlemen
exit
.
Thus
,
what
with
the
war
,
what
with
the
sweat
,
what
with
the
gallows
,
and
what
with
poverty
,
I
am
custom-shrunk
.
Enter
Pompey
.
How
now
?
What’s
the
news
with
you
?
Yonder
man
is
carried
to
prison
.
Well
,
what
has
he
done
?
A
woman
.
But
what’s
his
offense
?
Groping
for
trouts
in
a
peculiar
river
.
What
?
Is
there
a
maid
with
child
by
him
?
ACT 1. SC. 2
No
,
but
there’s
a
woman
with
maid
by
him
.
You
have
not
heard
of
the
proclamation
,
have
you
?
What
proclamation
,
man
?
All
houses
in
the
suburbs
of
Vienna
must
be
plucked
down
.
And
what
shall
become
of
those
in
the
city
?
They
shall
stand
for
seed
.
They
had
gone
down
too
,
but
that
a
wise
burgher
put
in
for
them
.
But
shall
all
our
houses
of
resort
in
the
suburbs
be
pulled
down
?
To
the
ground
,
mistress
.
Why
,
here’s
a
change
indeed
in
the
commonwealth
!
What
shall
become
of
me
?
Come
,
fear
not
you
.
Good
counselors
lack
no
clients
.
Though
you
change
your
place
,
you
need
not
change
your
trade
.
I’ll
be
your
tapster
still
.
Courage
.
There
will
be
pity
taken
on
you
.
You
that
have
worn
your
eyes
almost
out
in
the
service
,
you
will
be
considered
.
Enter
Provost
,
Claudio
,
Juliet
,
and
Officers
.
What’s
to
do
here
,
Thomas
Tapster
?
Let’s
withdraw
.
Here
comes
Signior
Claudio
,
led
by
the
Provost
to
prison
.
And
there’s
Madam
Juliet
.
Bawd
and
Pompey
exit
.
,
to
Provost
Fellow
,
why
dost
thou
show
me
thus
to
th’
world
?
Bear
me
to
prison
,
where
I
am
committed
.
I
do
it
not
in
evil
disposition
,
But
from
Lord
Angelo
by
special
charge
.
Thus
can
the
demigod
Authority
Make
us
pay
down
for
our
offense
,
by
weight
,
ACT 1. SC. 2
The
words
of
heaven
:
on
whom
it
will
,
it
will
;
On
whom
it
will
not
,
so
;
yet
still
’tis
just
.
Enter
Lucio
and
Second
Gentleman
.
Why
,
how
now
,
Claudio
?
Whence
comes
this
restraint
?
From
too
much
liberty
,
my
Lucio
,
liberty
.
As
surfeit
is
the
father
of
much
fast
,
So
every
scope
by
the
immoderate
use
Turns
to
restraint
.
Our
natures
do
pursue
,
Like
rats
that
raven
down
their
proper
bane
,
A
thirsty
evil
,
and
when
we
drink
,
we
die
.
If
I
could
speak
so
wisely
under
an
arrest
,
I
would
send
for
certain
of
my
creditors
.
And
yet
,
to
say
the
truth
,
I
had
as
lief
have
the
foppery
of
freedom
as
the
mortality
of
imprisonment
.
What’s
thy
offense
,
Claudio
?
What
but
to
speak
of
would
offend
again
.
What
,
is
’t
murder
?
No
.
Lechery
?
Call
it
so
.
Away
,
sir
.
You
must
go
.
One
word
,
good
friend
.
—
Lucio
,
a
word
with
you
.
A
hundred
,
if
they’ll
do
you
any
good
.
Is
lechery
so
looked
after
?
Thus
stands
it
with
me
:
upon
a
true
contract
I
got
possession
of
Julietta’s
bed
.
You
know
the
lady
.
She
is
fast
my
wife
,
Save
that
we
do
the
denunciation
lack
Of
outward
order
.
This
we
came
not
to
ACT 1. SC. 2
Only
for
propagation
of
a
dower
Remaining
in
the
coffer
of
her
friends
,
From
whom
we
thought
it
meet
to
hide
our
love
Till
time
had
made
them
for
us
.
But
it
chances
The
stealth
of
our
most
mutual
entertainment
With
character
too
gross
is
writ
on
Juliet
.
With
child
,
perhaps
?
Unhappily
,
even
so
.
And
the
new
deputy
now
for
the
Duke
—
Whether
it
be
the
fault
and
glimpse
of
newness
,
Or
whether
that
the
body
public
be
A
horse
whereon
the
governor
doth
ride
,
Who
,
newly
in
the
seat
,
that
it
may
know
He
can
command
,
lets
it
straight
feel
the
spur
;
Whether
the
tyranny
be
in
his
place
Or
in
his
eminence
that
fills
it
up
,
I
stagger
in
—
but
this
new
governor
Awakes
me
all
the
enrollèd
penalties
Which
have
,
like
unscoured
armor
,
hung
by
th’
wall
So
long
that
nineteen
zodiacs
have
gone
round
,
And
none
of
them
been
worn
;
and
for
a
name
Now
puts
the
drowsy
and
neglected
act
Freshly
on
me
.
’Tis
surely
for
a
name
.
I
warrant
it
is
.
And
thy
head
stands
so
tickle
on
thy
shoulders
that
a
milkmaid
,
if
she
be
in
love
,
may
sigh
it
off
.
Send
after
the
Duke
and
appeal
to
him
.
I
have
done
so
,
but
he’s
not
to
be
found
.
I
prithee
,
Lucio
,
do
me
this
kind
service
:
This
day
my
sister
should
the
cloister
enter
And
there
receive
her
approbation
.
Acquaint
her
with
the
danger
of
my
state
;
Implore
her
,
in
my
voice
,
that
she
make
friends
To
the
strict
deputy
;
bid
herself
assay
him
.
I
have
great
hope
in
that
,
for
in
her
youth
ACT 1. SC. 3
There
is
a
prone
and
speechless
dialect
Such
as
move
men
.
Besides
,
she
hath
prosperous
art
When
she
will
play
with
reason
and
discourse
,
And
well
she
can
persuade
.
I
pray
she
may
,
as
well
for
the
encouragement
of
the
like
,
which
else
would
stand
under
grievous
imposition
,
as
for
the
enjoying
of
thy
life
,
who
I
would
be
sorry
should
be
thus
foolishly
lost
at
a
game
of
tick-tack
.
I’ll
to
her
.
I
thank
you
,
good
friend
Lucio
.
Within
two
hours
.
Come
,
officer
,
away
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Duke
and
Friar
Thomas
.
No
,
holy
father
,
throw
away
that
thought
.
Believe
not
that
the
dribbling
dart
of
love
Can
pierce
a
complete
bosom
.
Why
I
desire
thee
To
give
me
secret
harbor
hath
a
purpose
More
grave
and
wrinkled
than
the
aims
and
ends
Of
burning
youth
.
May
your
Grace
speak
of
it
?
My
holy
sir
,
none
better
knows
than
you
How
I
have
ever
loved
the
life
removed
,
And
held
in
idle
price
to
haunt
assemblies
Where
youth
and
cost
witless
bravery
keeps
.
I
have
delivered
to
Lord
Angelo
,
A
man
of
stricture
and
firm
abstinence
,
My
absolute
power
and
place
here
in
Vienna
,
And
he
supposes
me
traveled
to
Poland
,
For
so
I
have
strewed
it
in
the
common
ear
,
ACT 1. SC. 3
And
so
it
is
received
.
Now
,
pious
sir
,
You
will
demand
of
me
why
I
do
this
.
Gladly
,
my
lord
.
We
have
strict
statutes
and
most
biting
laws
,
The
needful
bits
and
curbs
to
headstrong
weeds
,
Which
for
this
fourteen
years
we
have
let
slip
,
Even
like
an
o’ergrown
lion
in
a
cave
That
goes
not
out
to
prey
.
Now
,
as
fond
fathers
,
Having
bound
up
the
threat’ning
twigs
of
birch
Only
to
stick
it
in
their
children’s
sight
For
terror
,
not
to
use
—
in
time
the
rod
More
mocked
than
feared
—
so
our
decrees
,
Dead
to
infliction
,
to
themselves
are
dead
,
And
liberty
plucks
justice
by
the
nose
,
The
baby
beats
the
nurse
,
and
quite
athwart
Goes
all
decorum
.
It
rested
in
your
Grace
To
unloose
this
tied-up
justice
when
you
pleased
,
And
it
in
you
more
dreadful
would
have
seemed
Than
in
Lord
Angelo
.
I
do
fear
,
too
dreadful
.
Sith
’twas
my
fault
to
give
the
people
scope
,
’Twould
be
my
tyranny
to
strike
and
gall
them
For
what
I
bid
them
do
;
for
we
bid
this
be
done
When
evil
deeds
have
their
permissive
pass
And
not
the
punishment
.
Therefore
,
indeed
,
my
father
,
I
have
on
Angelo
imposed
the
office
,
Who
may
in
th’
ambush
of
my
name
strike
home
,
And
yet
my
nature
never
in
the
fight
To
do
in
slander
.
And
to
behold
his
sway
I
will
,
as
’twere
a
brother
of
your
order
,
Visit
both
prince
and
people
.
Therefore
I
prithee
Supply
me
with
the
habit
,
and
instruct
me
How
I
may
formally
in
person
bear
ACT 1. SC. 4
Like
a
true
friar
.
More
reasons
for
this
action
At
our
more
leisure
shall
I
render
you
.
Only
this
one
:
Lord
Angelo
is
precise
,
Stands
at
a
guard
with
envy
,
scarce
confesses
That
his
blood
flows
or
that
his
appetite
Is
more
to
bread
than
stone
.
Hence
shall
we
see
,
If
power
change
purpose
,
what
our
seemers
be
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Isabella
and
Francisca
,
a
Nun
.
And
have
you
nuns
no
farther
privileges
?
Are
not
these
large
enough
?
Yes
,
truly
.
I
speak
not
as
desiring
more
,
But
rather
wishing
a
more
strict
restraint
Upon
the
sisterhood
,
the
votarists
of
Saint
Clare
.
,
within
Ho
,
peace
be
in
this
place
!
Who’s
that
which
calls
?
It
is
a
man’s
voice
.
Gentle
Isabella
,
Turn
you
the
key
and
know
his
business
of
him
.
You
may
;
I
may
not
.
You
are
yet
unsworn
.
When
you
have
vowed
,
you
must
not
speak
with
men
But
in
the
presence
of
the
Prioress
.
Then
,
if
you
speak
,
you
must
not
show
your
face
;
Or
if
you
show
your
face
,
you
must
not
speak
.
He
calls
again
.
I
pray
you
answer
him
.
Peace
and
prosperity
!
Who
is
’t
that
calls
?
Enter
Lucio
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
Hail
,
virgin
,
if
you
be
,
as
those
cheek-roses
Proclaim
you
are
no
less
.
Can
you
so
stead
me
As
bring
me
to
the
sight
of
Isabella
,
A
novice
of
this
place
and
the
fair
sister
To
her
unhappy
brother
,
Claudio
?
Why
her
unhappy
brother
?
Let
me
ask
,
The
rather
for
I
now
must
make
you
know
I
am
that
Isabella
,
and
his
sister
.
Gentle
and
fair
,
your
brother
kindly
greets
you
.
Not
to
be
weary
with
you
,
he’s
in
prison
.
Woe
me
,
for
what
?
For
that
which
,
if
myself
might
be
his
judge
,
He
should
receive
his
punishment
in
thanks
:
He
hath
got
his
friend
with
child
.
Sir
,
make
me
not
your
story
.
’Tis
true
.
I
would
not
,
though
’tis
my
familiar
sin
With
maids
to
seem
the
lapwing
and
to
jest
,
Tongue
far
from
heart
,
play
with
all
virgins
so
.
I
hold
you
as
a
thing
enskied
and
sainted
,
By
your
renouncement
an
immortal
spirit
,
And
to
be
talked
with
in
sincerity
As
with
a
saint
.
You
do
blaspheme
the
good
in
mocking
me
.
Do
not
believe
it
.
Fewness
and
truth
,
’tis
thus
:
Your
brother
and
his
lover
have
embraced
;
As
those
that
feed
grow
full
,
as
blossoming
time
That
from
the
seedness
the
bare
fallow
brings
ACT 1. SC. 4
To
teeming
foison
,
even
so
her
plenteous
womb
Expresseth
his
full
tilth
and
husbandry
.
Someone
with
child
by
him
?
My
cousin
Juliet
?
Is
she
your
cousin
?
Adoptedly
,
as
schoolmaids
change
their
names
By
vain
though
apt
affection
.
She
it
is
.
O
,
let
him
marry
her
!
This
is
the
point
.
The
Duke
is
very
strangely
gone
from
hence
;
Bore
many
gentlemen
,
myself
being
one
,
In
hand
,
and
hope
of
action
;
but
we
do
learn
,
By
those
that
know
the
very
nerves
of
state
,
His
givings-out
were
of
an
infinite
distance
From
his
true-meant
design
.
Upon
his
place
,
And
with
full
line
of
his
authority
,
Governs
Lord
Angelo
,
a
man
whose
blood
Is
very
snow-broth
;
one
who
never
feels
The
wanton
stings
and
motions
of
the
sense
,
But
doth
rebate
and
blunt
his
natural
edge
With
profits
of
the
mind
:
study
and
fast
.
He
—
to
give
fear
to
use
and
liberty
,
Which
have
for
long
run
by
the
hideous
law
As
mice
by
lions
—
hath
picked
out
an
act
Under
whose
heavy
sense
your
brother’s
life
Falls
into
forfeit
.
He
arrests
him
on
it
,
And
follows
close
the
rigor
of
the
statute
To
make
him
an
example
.
All
hope
is
gone
Unless
you
have
the
grace
by
your
fair
prayer
To
soften
Angelo
.
And
that’s
my
pith
of
business
’Twixt
you
and
your
poor
brother
.
Doth
he
so
Seek
his
life
?
ACT 1. SC. 4
Has
censured
him
already
,
And
,
as
I
hear
,
the
Provost
hath
a
warrant
For
’s
execution
.
Alas
,
what
poor
ability’s
in
me
To
do
him
good
?
Assay
the
power
you
have
.
My
power
?
Alas
,
I
doubt
—
Our
doubts
are
traitors
And
makes
us
lose
the
good
we
oft
might
win
By
fearing
to
attempt
.
Go
to
Lord
Angelo
And
let
him
learn
to
know
,
when
maidens
sue
Men
give
like
gods
;
but
when
they
weep
and
kneel
,
All
their
petitions
are
as
freely
theirs
As
they
themselves
would
owe
them
.
I’ll
see
what
I
can
do
.
But
speedily
!
I
will
about
it
straight
,
No
longer
staying
but
to
give
the
Mother
Notice
of
my
affair
.
I
humbly
thank
you
.
Commend
me
to
my
brother
.
Soon
at
night
I’ll
send
him
certain
word
of
my
success
.
I
take
my
leave
of
you
.
Good
sir
,
adieu
.
They
exit
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
Angelo
,
Escalus
,
Servants
,
and
a
Justice
.
We
must
not
make
a
scarecrow
of
the
law
,
Setting
it
up
to
fear
the
birds
of
prey
,
And
let
it
keep
one
shape
till
custom
make
it
Their
perch
and
not
their
terror
.
Ay
,
but
yet
Let
us
be
keen
and
rather
cut
a
little
Than
fall
and
bruise
to
death
.
Alas
,
this
gentleman
Whom
I
would
save
had
a
most
noble
father
.
Let
but
your
Honor
know
,
Whom
I
believe
to
be
most
strait
in
virtue
,
That
,
in
the
working
of
your
own
affections
,
Had
time
cohered
with
place
,
or
place
with
wishing
,
Or
that
the
resolute
acting
of
your
blood
Could
have
attained
th’
effect
of
your
own
purpose
,
Whether
you
had
not
sometime
in
your
life
Erred
in
this
point
which
now
you
censure
him
,
And
pulled
the
law
upon
you
.
’Tis
one
thing
to
be
tempted
,
Escalus
,
Another
thing
to
fall
.
I
not
deny
The
jury
passing
on
the
prisoner’s
life
May
in
the
sworn
twelve
have
a
thief
or
two
Guiltier
than
him
they
try
.
What’s
open
made
to
justice
,
ACT 2. SC. 1
That
justice
seizes
.
What
knows
the
laws
That
thieves
do
pass
on
thieves
?
’Tis
very
pregnant
,
The
jewel
that
we
find
,
we
stoop
and
take
’t
Because
we
see
it
;
but
what
we
do
not
see
,
We
tread
upon
and
never
think
of
it
.
You
may
not
so
extenuate
his
offense
For
I
have
had
such
faults
;
but
rather
tell
me
,
When
I
that
censure
him
do
so
offend
,
Let
mine
own
judgment
pattern
out
my
death
,
And
nothing
come
in
partial
.
Sir
,
he
must
die
.
Enter
Provost
.
Be
it
as
your
wisdom
will
.
Where
is
the
Provost
?
Here
,
if
it
like
your
Honor
.
See
that
Claudio
Be
executed
by
nine
tomorrow
morning
.
Bring
him
his
confessor
,
let
him
be
prepared
,
For
that’s
the
utmost
of
his
pilgrimage
.
Provost
exits
.
Well
,
heaven
forgive
him
and
forgive
us
all
.
Some
rise
by
sin
and
some
by
virtue
fall
.
Some
run
from
brakes
of
ice
and
answer
none
,
And
some
condemnèd
for
a
fault
alone
.
Enter
Elbow
and
Officers
,
with
Froth
and
Pompey
.
,
to
Officers
Come
,
bring
them
away
.
If
these
be
good
people
in
a
commonweal
that
do
nothing
but
use
their
abuses
in
common
houses
,
I
know
no
law
.
Bring
them
away
.
How
now
,
sir
,
what’s
your
name
?
And
what’s
the
matter
?
ACT 2. SC. 1
If
it
please
your
Honor
,
I
am
the
poor
duke’s
constable
,
and
my
name
is
Elbow
.
I
do
lean
upon
justice
,
sir
,
and
do
bring
in
here
before
your
good
Honor
two
notorious
benefactors
.
Benefactors
?
Well
,
what
benefactors
are
they
?
Are
they
not
malefactors
?
If
it
please
your
Honor
,
I
know
not
well
what
they
are
,
but
precise
villains
they
are
,
that
I
am
sure
of
,
and
void
of
all
profanation
in
the
world
that
good
Christians
ought
to
have
.
,
to
Angelo
This
comes
off
well
.
Here’s
a
wise
officer
.
,
to
Elbow
Go
to
.
What
quality
are
they
of
?
Elbow
is
your
name
?
Why
dost
thou
not
speak
,
Elbow
?
He
cannot
,
sir
.
He’s
out
at
elbow
.
What
are
you
,
sir
?
He
,
sir
?
A
tapster
,
sir
,
parcel
bawd
;
one
that
serves
a
bad
woman
,
whose
house
,
sir
,
was
,
as
they
say
,
plucked
down
in
the
suburbs
,
and
now
she
professes
a
hothouse
,
which
I
think
is
a
very
ill
house
too
.
How
know
you
that
?
My
wife
,
sir
,
whom
I
detest
before
heaven
and
your
Honor
—
How
?
Thy
wife
?
Ay
,
sir
,
whom
I
thank
heaven
is
an
honest
woman
—
Dost
thou
detest
her
therefore
?
I
say
,
sir
,
I
will
detest
myself
also
,
as
well
as
she
,
that
this
house
,
if
it
be
not
a
bawd’s
house
,
it
is
pity
of
her
life
,
for
it
is
a
naughty
house
.
How
dost
thou
know
that
,
constable
?
Marry
,
sir
,
by
my
wife
,
who
,
if
she
had
been
a
woman
cardinally
given
,
might
have
been
accused
ACT 2. SC. 1
in
fornication
,
adultery
,
and
all
uncleanliness
there
.
By
the
woman’s
means
?
Ay
,
sir
,
by
Mistress
Overdone’s
means
;
but
as
she
spit
in
his
face
,
so
she
defied
him
.
,
to
Escalus
Sir
,
if
it
please
your
Honor
,
this
is
not
so
.
Prove
it
before
these
varlets
here
,
thou
honorable
man
,
prove
it
.
,
to
Angelo
Do
you
hear
how
he
misplaces
?
Sir
,
she
came
in
great
with
child
,
and
longing
,
saving
your
Honor’s
reverence
,
for
stewed
prunes
.
Sir
,
we
had
but
two
in
the
house
,
which
at
that
very
distant
time
stood
,
as
it
were
,
in
a
fruit
dish
,
a
dish
of
some
threepence
three
pence
;
your
Honors
have
seen
such
dishes
;
they
are
not
china
dishes
,
but
very
good
dishes
—
Go
to
,
go
to
.
No
matter
for
the
dish
,
sir
.
No
,
indeed
,
sir
,
not
of
a
pin
;
you
are
therein
in
the
right
.
But
to
the
point
:
as
I
say
,
this
Mistress
Elbow
,
being
,
as
I
say
,
with
child
,
and
being
great-bellied
,
and
longing
,
as
I
said
,
for
prunes
;
and
having
but
two
in
the
dish
,
as
I
said
,
Master
Froth
here
,
this
very
man
,
having
eaten
the
rest
,
as
I
said
,
and
,
as
I
say
,
paying
for
them
very
honestly
—
for
,
as
you
know
,
Master
Froth
,
I
could
not
give
you
threepence
three
pence
again
—
No
,
indeed
.
Very
well
.
You
being
then
,
if
you
be
remembered
,
cracking
the
stones
of
the
foresaid
prunes
—
Ay
,
so
I
did
indeed
.
Why
,
very
well
.
I
telling
you
then
,
if
you
be
remembered
,
that
such
a
one
and
such
a
one
were
past
cure
of
the
thing
you
wot
of
,
unless
they
kept
very
good
diet
,
as
I
told
you
—
All
this
is
true
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Why
,
very
well
then
—
Come
,
you
are
a
tedious
fool
.
To
the
purpose
:
what
was
done
to
Elbow’s
wife
that
he
hath
cause
to
complain
of
?
Come
me
to
what
was
done
to
her
.
Sir
,
your
Honor
cannot
come
to
that
yet
.
No
,
sir
,
nor
I
mean
it
not
.
Sir
,
but
you
shall
come
to
it
,
by
your
Honor’s
leave
.
And
I
beseech
you
,
look
into
Master
Froth
here
,
sir
,
a
man
of
fourscore
pound
a
year
,
whose
father
died
at
Hallowmas
—
was
’t
not
at
Hallowmas
,
Master
Froth
?
All-hallond
Eve
.
Why
,
very
well
.
I
hope
here
be
truths
.
—
He
,
sir
,
sitting
,
as
I
say
,
in
a
lower
chair
,
sir
—
To
Froth
.
’Twas
in
the
Bunch
of
Grapes
,
where
indeed
you
have
a
delight
to
sit
,
have
you
not
?
I
have
so
,
because
it
is
an
open
room
,
and
good
for
winter
.
Why
,
very
well
then
.
I
hope
here
be
truths
.
,
to
Escalus
This
will
last
out
a
night
in
Russia
When
nights
are
longest
there
.
I’ll
take
my
leave
,
And
leave
you
to
the
hearing
of
the
cause
,
Hoping
you’ll
find
good
cause
to
whip
them
all
.
I
think
no
less
.
Good
morrow
to
your
Lordship
Angelo
exits
.
Now
,
sir
,
come
on
.
What
was
done
to
Elbow’s
wife
,
once
more
?
Once
,
sir
?
There
was
nothing
done
to
her
once
.
,
to
Escalus
I
beseech
you
,
sir
,
ask
him
what
this
man
did
to
my
wife
.
,
to
Escalus
I
beseech
your
Honor
,
ask
me
.
Well
,
sir
,
what
did
this
gentleman
to
her
?
I
beseech
you
,
sir
,
look
in
this
gentleman’s
ACT 2. SC. 1
face
.
—
Good
Master
Froth
,
look
upon
his
Honor
.
’Tis
for
a
good
purpose
.
—
Doth
your
Honor
mark
his
face
?
Ay
,
sir
,
very
well
.
Nay
,
I
beseech
you
,
mark
it
well
.
Well
,
I
do
so
.
Doth
your
Honor
see
any
harm
in
his
face
?
Why
,
no
.
I’ll
be
supposed
upon
a
book
,
his
face
is
the
worst
thing
about
him
.
Good
,
then
,
if
his
face
be
the
worst
thing
about
him
,
how
could
Master
Froth
do
the
Constable’s
wife
any
harm
?
I
would
know
that
of
your
Honor
.
He’s
in
the
right
,
constable
.
What
say
you
to
it
?
First
,
an
it
like
you
,
the
house
is
a
respected
house
;
next
,
this
is
a
respected
fellow
,
and
his
mistress
is
a
respected
woman
.
By
this
hand
,
sir
,
his
wife
is
a
more
respected
person
than
any
of
us
all
.
Varlet
,
thou
liest
;
thou
liest
,
wicked
varlet
!
The
time
is
yet
to
come
that
she
was
ever
respected
with
man
,
woman
,
or
child
.
Sir
,
she
was
respected
with
him
before
he
married
with
her
.
Which
is
the
wiser
here
,
Justice
or
Iniquity
?
Is
this
true
?
,
to
Pompey
O
thou
caitiff
!
O
thou
varlet
!
O
thou
wicked
Hannibal
!
I
respected
with
her
before
I
was
married
to
her
?
—
If
ever
I
was
respected
with
her
,
or
she
with
me
,
let
not
your
Worship
think
me
the
poor
duke’s
officer
.
—
Prove
this
,
thou
wicked
Hannibal
,
or
I’ll
have
mine
action
of
batt’ry
on
thee
.
If
he
took
you
a
box
o’
th’
ear
,
you
might
have
your
action
of
slander
too
.
Marry
,
I
thank
your
good
Worship
for
it
.
What
ACT 2. SC. 1
is
’t
your
Worship’s
pleasure
I
shall
do
with
this
wicked
caitiff
?
Truly
,
officer
,
because
he
hath
some
offenses
in
him
that
thou
wouldst
discover
if
thou
couldst
,
let
him
continue
in
his
courses
till
thou
know’st
what
they
are
.
Marry
,
I
thank
your
Worship
for
it
.
To
Pompey
.
Thou
seest
,
thou
wicked
varlet
,
now
,
what’s
come
upon
thee
.
Thou
art
to
continue
now
,
thou
varlet
,
thou
art
to
continue
.
,
to
Froth
Where
were
you
born
,
friend
?
Here
in
Vienna
,
sir
.
Are
you
of
fourscore
pounds
a
year
?
Yes
,
an
’t
please
you
,
sir
.
So
.
To
Pompey
.
What
trade
are
you
of
,
sir
?
A
tapster
,
a
poor
widow’s
tapster
.
Your
mistress’
name
?
Mistress
Overdone
.
Hath
she
had
any
more
than
one
husband
?
Nine
,
sir
.
Overdone
by
the
last
.
Nine
?
—
Come
hither
to
me
,
Master
Froth
.
Master
Froth
,
I
would
not
have
you
acquainted
with
tapsters
;
they
will
draw
you
,
Master
Froth
,
and
you
will
hang
them
.
Get
you
gone
,
and
let
me
hear
no
more
of
you
.
I
thank
your
Worship
.
For
mine
own
part
,
I
never
come
into
any
room
in
a
taphouse
but
I
am
drawn
in
.
Well
,
no
more
of
it
,
Master
Froth
.
Farewell
.
Froth
exits
.
Come
you
hither
to
me
,
Master
Tapster
.
What’s
your
name
,
Master
Tapster
?
Pompey
.
What
else
?
Bum
,
sir
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Troth
,
and
your
bum
is
the
greatest
thing
about
you
,
so
that
in
the
beastliest
sense
you
are
Pompey
the
Great
.
Pompey
,
you
are
partly
a
bawd
,
Pompey
,
howsoever
you
color
it
in
being
a
tapster
,
are
you
not
?
Come
,
tell
me
true
.
It
shall
be
the
better
for
you
.
Truly
,
sir
,
I
am
a
poor
fellow
that
would
live
.
How
would
you
live
,
Pompey
?
By
being
a
bawd
?
What
do
you
think
of
the
trade
,
Pompey
?
Is
it
a
lawful
trade
?
If
the
law
would
allow
it
,
sir
.
But
the
law
will
not
allow
it
,
Pompey
,
nor
it
shall
not
be
allowed
in
Vienna
.
Does
your
Worship
mean
to
geld
and
splay
all
the
youth
of
the
city
?
No
,
Pompey
.
Truly
,
sir
,
in
my
poor
opinion
,
they
will
to
’t
then
.
If
your
Worship
will
take
order
for
the
drabs
and
the
knaves
,
you
need
not
to
fear
the
bawds
.
There
is
pretty
orders
beginning
,
I
can
tell
you
.
It
is
but
heading
and
hanging
.
If
you
head
and
hang
all
that
offend
that
way
but
for
ten
year
together
,
you’ll
be
glad
to
give
out
a
commission
for
more
heads
.
If
this
law
hold
in
Vienna
ten
year
,
I’ll
rent
the
fairest
house
in
it
after
threepence
three
pence
a
bay
.
If
you
live
to
see
this
come
to
pass
,
say
Pompey
told
you
so
.
Thank
you
,
good
Pompey
.
And
in
requital
of
your
prophecy
,
hark
you
:
I
advise
you
let
me
not
find
you
before
me
again
upon
any
complaint
whatsoever
;
no
,
not
for
dwelling
where
you
do
.
If
I
do
,
Pompey
,
I
shall
beat
you
to
your
tent
and
prove
a
shrewd
Caesar
to
you
.
In
plain
dealing
,
Pompey
,
I
shall
have
you
whipped
.
So
,
for
this
time
,
Pompey
,
fare
you
well
.
I
thank
your
Worship
for
your
good
counsel
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Aside
.
But
I
shall
follow
it
as
the
flesh
and
fortune
shall
better
determine
.
Whip
me
?
No
,
no
,
let
carman
whip
his
jade
.
The
valiant
heart’s
not
whipped
out
of
his
trade
.
He
exits
.
Come
hither
to
me
,
Master
Elbow
.
Come
hither
,
Master
Constable
.
How
long
have
you
been
in
this
place
of
constable
?
Seven
year
and
a
half
,
sir
.
I
thought
,
by
the
readiness
in
the
office
,
you
had
continued
in
it
some
time
.
You
say
seven
years
together
?
And
a
half
,
sir
.
Alas
,
it
hath
been
great
pains
to
you
.
They
do
you
wrong
to
put
you
so
oft
upon
’t
.
Are
there
not
men
in
your
ward
sufficient
to
serve
it
?
Faith
,
sir
,
few
of
any
wit
in
such
matters
.
As
they
are
chosen
,
they
are
glad
to
choose
me
for
them
.
I
do
it
for
some
piece
of
money
and
go
through
with
all
.
Look
you
bring
me
in
the
names
of
some
six
or
seven
,
the
most
sufficient
of
your
parish
.
To
your
Worship’s
house
,
sir
?
To
my
house
.
Fare
you
well
.
Elbow
and
Officers
exit
.
To
Justice
.
What’s
o’clock
,
think
you
?
Eleven
,
sir
.
I
pray
you
home
to
dinner
with
me
.
I
humbly
thank
you
.
It
grieves
me
for
the
death
of
Claudio
,
But
there’s
no
remedy
.
Lord
Angelo
is
severe
.
It
is
but
needful
.
Mercy
is
not
itself
that
oft
looks
so
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Pardon
is
still
the
nurse
of
second
woe
.
But
yet
,
poor
Claudio
.
There
is
no
remedy
.
Come
,
sir
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Provost
and
a
Servant
.
He’s
hearing
of
a
cause
.
He
will
come
straight
.
I’ll
tell
him
of
you
.
Pray
you
do
.
Servant
exits
.
I’ll
know
His
pleasure
.
Maybe
he
will
relent
.
Alas
,
He
hath
but
as
offended
in
a
dream
.
All
sects
,
all
ages
smack
of
this
vice
,
and
he
To
die
for
’t
?
Enter
Angelo
.
Now
,
what’s
the
matter
,
provost
?
Is
it
your
will
Claudio
shall
die
tomorrow
?
Did
not
I
tell
thee
yea
?
Hadst
thou
not
order
?
Why
dost
thou
ask
again
?
Lest
I
might
be
too
rash
.
Under
your
good
correction
,
I
have
seen
When
,
after
execution
,
judgment
hath
Repented
o’er
his
doom
.
Go
to
.
Let
that
be
mine
.
Do
you
your
office
,
or
give
up
your
place
And
you
shall
well
be
spared
.
I
crave
your
Honor’s
pardon
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
What
shall
be
done
,
sir
,
with
the
groaning
Juliet
?
She’s
very
near
her
hour
.
Dispose
of
her
To
some
more
fitter
place
,
and
that
with
speed
.
Enter
Servant
.
Here
is
the
sister
of
the
man
condemned
Desires
access
to
you
.
Hath
he
a
sister
?
Ay
,
my
good
lord
,
a
very
virtuous
maid
,
And
to
be
shortly
of
a
sisterhood
,
If
not
already
.
,
to
Servant
Well
,
let
her
be
admitted
.
Servant
exits
.
See
you
the
fornicatress
be
removed
.
Let
her
have
needful
but
not
lavish
means
.
There
shall
be
order
for
’t
.
Enter
Lucio
and
Isabella
.
,
beginning
to
exit
Save
your
Honor
.
Stay
a
little
while
.
To
Isabella
.
You’re
welcome
.
What’s
your
will
?
I
am
a
woeful
suitor
to
your
Honor
,
Please
but
your
Honor
hear
me
.
Well
,
what’s
your
suit
?
There
is
a
vice
that
most
I
do
abhor
,
And
most
desire
should
meet
the
blow
of
justice
,
For
which
I
would
not
plead
,
but
that
I
must
;
ACT 2. SC. 2
For
which
I
must
not
plead
,
but
that
I
am
At
war
’twixt
will
and
will
not
.
Well
,
the
matter
?
I
have
a
brother
is
condemned
to
die
.
I
do
beseech
you
let
it
be
his
fault
And
not
my
brother
.
,
aside
Heaven
give
thee
moving
graces
.
Condemn
the
fault
,
and
not
the
actor
of
it
?
Why
,
every
fault’s
condemned
ere
it
be
done
.
Mine
were
the
very
cipher
of
a
function
To
fine
the
faults
whose
fine
stands
in
record
And
let
go
by
the
actor
.
O
just
but
severe
law
!
I
had
a
brother
,
then
.
Heaven
keep
your
Honor
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
Give
’t
not
o’er
so
.
To
him
again
,
entreat
him
,
Kneel
down
before
him
,
hang
upon
his
gown
.
You
are
too
cold
.
If
you
should
need
a
pin
,
You
could
not
with
more
tame
a
tongue
desire
it
.
To
him
,
I
say
.
,
to
Angelo
Must
he
needs
die
?
Maiden
,
no
remedy
.
Yes
,
I
do
think
that
you
might
pardon
him
,
And
neither
heaven
nor
man
grieve
at
the
mercy
.
I
will
not
do
’t
.
But
can
you
if
you
would
?
Look
what
I
will
not
,
that
I
cannot
do
.
But
might
you
do
’t
and
do
the
world
no
wrong
ACT 2. SC. 2
If
so
your
heart
were
touched
with
that
remorse
As
mine
is
to
him
?
He’s
sentenced
.
’Tis
too
late
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
You
are
too
cold
.
Too
late
?
Why
,
no
.
I
that
do
speak
a
word
May
call
it
back
again
.
Well
believe
this
:
No
ceremony
that
to
great
ones
longs
,
Not
the
king’s
crown
,
nor
the
deputed
sword
,
The
marshal’s
truncheon
,
nor
the
judge’s
robe
Become
them
with
one
half
so
good
a
grace
As
mercy
does
.
If
he
had
been
as
you
,
and
you
as
he
,
You
would
have
slipped
like
him
,
but
he
like
you
Would
not
have
been
so
stern
.
Pray
you
begone
.
I
would
to
heaven
I
had
your
potency
,
And
you
were
Isabel
.
Should
it
then
be
thus
?
No
.
I
would
tell
what
’twere
to
be
a
judge
And
what
a
prisoner
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
Ay
,
touch
him
;
there’s
the
vein
.
Your
brother
is
a
forfeit
of
the
law
,
And
you
but
waste
your
words
.
Alas
,
alas
!
Why
all
the
souls
that
were
were
forfeit
once
,
And
He
that
might
the
vantage
best
have
took
Found
out
the
remedy
.
How
would
you
be
If
He
which
is
the
top
of
judgment
should
But
judge
you
as
you
are
?
O
,
think
on
that
,
And
mercy
then
will
breathe
within
your
lips
Like
man
new-made
.
Be
you
content
,
fair
maid
.
It
is
the
law
,
not
I
,
condemn
your
brother
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Were
he
my
kinsman
,
brother
,
or
my
son
,
It
should
be
thus
with
him
.
He
must
die
tomorrow
.
Tomorrow
?
O
,
that’s
sudden
!
Spare
him
,
spare
him
.
He’s
not
prepared
for
death
.
Even
for
our
kitchens
We
kill
the
fowl
of
season
.
Shall
we
serve
heaven
With
less
respect
than
we
do
minister
To
our
gross
selves
?
Good
,
good
my
lord
,
bethink
you
.
Who
is
it
that
hath
died
for
this
offense
?
There’s
many
have
committed
it
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
Ay
,
well
said
.
The
law
hath
not
been
dead
,
though
it
hath
slept
.
Those
many
had
not
dared
to
do
that
evil
If
the
first
that
did
th’
edict
infringe
Had
answered
for
his
deed
.
Now
’tis
awake
,
Takes
note
of
what
is
done
,
and
,
like
a
prophet
,
Looks
in
a
glass
that
shows
what
future
evils
—
Either
now
,
or
by
remissness
new-conceived
,
And
so
in
progress
to
be
hatched
and
born
—
Are
now
to
have
no
successive
degrees
But
,
ere
they
live
,
to
end
.
Yet
show
some
pity
.
I
show
it
most
of
all
when
I
show
justice
,
For
then
I
pity
those
I
do
not
know
,
Which
a
dismissed
offense
would
after
gall
,
And
do
him
right
that
,
answering
one
foul
wrong
,
Lives
not
to
act
another
.
Be
satisfied
;
Your
brother
dies
tomorrow
;
be
content
.
So
you
must
be
the
first
that
gives
this
sentence
,
And
he
that
suffers
.
O
,
it
is
excellent
To
have
a
giant’s
strength
,
but
it
is
tyrannous
To
use
it
like
a
giant
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
,
aside
to
Isabella
That’s
well
said
.
Could
great
men
thunder
As
Jove
himself
does
,
Jove
would
never
be
quiet
,
For
every
pelting
,
petty
officer
Would
use
his
heaven
for
thunder
,
Nothing
but
thunder
.
Merciful
heaven
,
Thou
rather
with
thy
sharp
and
sulphurous
bolt
Splits
the
unwedgeable
and
gnarlèd
oak
,
Than
the
soft
myrtle
.
But
man
,
proud
man
,
Dressed
in
a
little
brief
authority
,
Most
ignorant
of
what
he’s
most
assured
,
His
glassy
essence
,
like
an
angry
ape
Plays
such
fantastic
tricks
before
high
heaven
As
makes
the
angels
weep
,
who
with
our
spleens
Would
all
themselves
laugh
mortal
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
O
,
to
him
,
to
him
,
wench
.
He
will
relent
.
He’s
coming
.
I
perceive
’t
.
,
aside
Pray
heaven
she
win
him
.
We
cannot
weigh
our
brother
with
ourself
.
Great
men
may
jest
with
saints
;
’tis
wit
in
them
,
But
in
the
less
,
foul
profanation
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
Thou
’rt
i’
th’
right
,
girl
.
More
o’
that
.
That
in
the
captain’s
but
a
choleric
word
Which
in
the
soldier
is
flat
blasphemy
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
Art
avised
o’
that
?
More
on
’t
.
Why
do
you
put
these
sayings
upon
me
?
Because
authority
,
though
it
err
like
others
,
Hath
yet
a
kind
of
medicine
in
itself
ACT 2. SC. 2
That
skins
the
vice
o’
th’
top
.
Go
to
your
bosom
,
Knock
there
,
and
ask
your
heart
what
it
doth
know
That’s
like
my
brother’s
fault
.
If
it
confess
A
natural
guiltiness
such
as
is
his
,
Let
it
not
sound
a
thought
upon
your
tongue
Against
my
brother’s
life
.
,
aside
She
speaks
,
and
’tis
such
sense
That
my
sense
breeds
with
it
.
He
begins
to
exit
.
Fare
you
well
.
Gentle
my
lord
,
turn
back
.
I
will
bethink
me
.
Come
again
tomorrow
.
Hark
how
I’ll
bribe
you
.
Good
my
lord
,
turn
back
.
How
?
Bribe
me
?
Ay
,
with
such
gifts
that
heaven
shall
share
with
you
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
You
had
marred
all
else
.
Not
with
fond
sicles
of
the
tested
gold
,
Or
stones
whose
rate
are
either
rich
or
poor
As
fancy
values
them
,
but
with
true
prayers
That
shall
be
up
at
heaven
and
enter
there
Ere
sunrise
,
prayers
from
preservèd
souls
,
From
fasting
maids
whose
minds
are
dedicate
To
nothing
temporal
.
Well
,
come
to
me
tomorrow
.
,
aside
to
Isabella
Go
to
,
’tis
well
;
away
.
Heaven
keep
your
Honor
safe
.
,
aside
Amen
.
For
I
am
that
way
going
to
temptation
Where
prayers
cross
.
At
what
hour
tomorrow
Shall
I
attend
your
Lordship
?
At
any
time
’fore
noon
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Save
your
Honor
.
She
exits
,
with
Lucio
and
Provost
.
From
thee
,
even
from
thy
virtue
.
What’s
this
?
What’s
this
?
Is
this
her
fault
or
mine
?
The
tempter
or
the
tempted
,
who
sins
most
,
ha
?
Not
she
,
nor
doth
she
tempt
;
but
it
is
I
That
,
lying
by
the
violet
in
the
sun
,
Do
as
the
carrion
does
,
not
as
the
flower
,
Corrupt
with
virtuous
season
.
Can
it
be
That
modesty
may
more
betray
our
sense
Than
woman’s
lightness
?
Having
waste
ground
enough
,
Shall
we
desire
to
raze
the
sanctuary
And
pitch
our
evils
there
?
O
fie
,
fie
,
fie
!
What
dost
thou
,
or
what
art
thou
,
Angelo
?
Dost
thou
desire
her
foully
for
those
things
That
make
her
good
?
O
,
let
her
brother
live
.
Thieves
for
their
robbery
have
authority
When
judges
steal
themselves
.
What
,
do
I
love
her
That
I
desire
to
hear
her
speak
again
And
feast
upon
her
eyes
?
What
is
’t
I
dream
on
?
O
cunning
enemy
that
,
to
catch
a
saint
,
With
saints
dost
bait
thy
hook
.
Most
dangerous
Is
that
temptation
that
doth
goad
us
on
To
sin
in
loving
virtue
.
Never
could
the
strumpet
With
all
her
double
vigor
,
art
and
nature
,
Once
stir
my
temper
,
but
this
virtuous
maid
Subdues
me
quite
.
Ever
till
now
When
men
were
fond
,
I
smiled
and
wondered
how
.
He
exits
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Duke
,
disguised
as
a
Friar
,
and
Provost
.
,
as
Friar
Hail
to
you
,
provost
,
so
I
think
you
are
.
I
am
the
Provost
.
What’s
your
will
,
good
friar
?
,
as
Friar
Bound
by
my
charity
and
my
blest
order
,
I
come
to
visit
the
afflicted
spirits
Here
in
the
prison
.
Do
me
the
common
right
To
let
me
see
them
,
and
to
make
me
know
The
nature
of
their
crimes
,
that
I
may
minister
To
them
accordingly
.
I
would
do
more
than
that
if
more
were
needful
.
Enter
Juliet
.
Look
,
here
comes
one
,
a
gentlewoman
of
mine
,
Who
,
falling
in
the
flaws
of
her
own
youth
,
Hath
blistered
her
report
.
She
is
with
child
,
And
he
that
got
it
,
sentenced
—
a
young
man
,
More
fit
to
do
another
such
offense
Than
die
for
this
.
,
as
Friar
When
must
he
die
?
As
I
do
think
,
tomorrow
.
To
Juliet
.
I
have
provided
for
you
.
Stay
awhile
And
you
shall
be
conducted
.
,
as
Friar
,
to
Juliet
Repent
you
,
fair
one
,
of
the
sin
you
carry
?
I
do
;
and
bear
the
shame
most
patiently
.
,
as
Friar
I’ll
teach
you
how
you
shall
arraign
your
conscience
,
ACT 2. SC. 3
And
try
your
penitence
,
if
it
be
sound
Or
hollowly
put
on
.
I’ll
gladly
learn
.
,
as
Friar
Love
you
the
man
that
wronged
you
?
Yes
,
as
I
love
the
woman
that
wronged
him
.
,
as
Friar
So
then
it
seems
your
most
offenseful
act
Was
mutually
committed
?
Mutually
.
,
as
Friar
Then
was
your
sin
of
heavier
kind
than
his
.
I
do
confess
it
and
repent
it
,
father
.
,
as
Friar
’Tis
meet
so
,
daughter
;
but
lest
you
do
repent
As
that
the
sin
hath
brought
you
to
this
shame
,
Which
sorrow
is
always
toward
ourselves
,
not
heaven
,
Showing
we
would
not
spare
heaven
as
we
love
it
,
But
as
we
stand
in
fear
—
I
do
repent
me
as
it
is
an
evil
,
And
take
the
shame
with
joy
.
,
as
Friar
There
rest
.
Your
partner
,
as
I
hear
,
must
die
tomorrow
,
And
I
am
going
with
instruction
to
him
.
Grace
go
with
you
.
Benedicite
.
He
exits
.
Must
die
tomorrow
?
O
injurious
love
That
respites
me
a
life
,
whose
very
comfort
Is
still
a
dying
horror
.
’Tis
pity
of
him
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Angelo
.
When
I
would
pray
and
think
,
I
think
and
pray
To
several
subjects
.
Heaven
hath
my
empty
words
,
Whilst
my
invention
,
hearing
not
my
tongue
,
Anchors
on
Isabel
.
God
in
my
mouth
,
As
if
I
did
but
only
chew
His
name
,
And
in
my
heart
the
strong
and
swelling
evil
Of
my
conception
.
The
state
whereon
I
studied
Is
,
like
a
good
thing
being
often
read
,
Grown
sere
and
tedious
.
Yea
,
my
gravity
,
Wherein
—
let
no
man
hear
me
—
I
take
pride
,
Could
I
with
boot
change
for
an
idle
plume
Which
the
air
beats
for
vain
.
O
place
,
O
form
,
How
often
dost
thou
with
thy
case
,
thy
habit
,
Wrench
awe
from
fools
,
and
tie
the
wiser
souls
To
thy
false
seeming
!
Blood
,
thou
art
blood
.
Let’s
write
good
angel
on
the
devil’s
horn
.
’Tis
not
the
devil’s
crest
.
Knock
within
.
How
now
,
who’s
there
?
Enter
Servant
.
One
Isabel
,
a
sister
,
desires
access
to
you
.
Teach
her
the
way
.
Servant
exits
.
O
heavens
,
Why
does
my
blood
thus
muster
to
my
heart
,
Making
both
it
unable
for
itself
And
dispossessing
all
my
other
parts
Of
necessary
fitness
?
So
play
the
foolish
throngs
with
one
that
swoons
,
Come
all
to
help
him
,
and
so
stop
the
air
By
which
he
should
revive
.
And
even
so
The
general
subject
to
a
well-wished
king
ACT 2. SC. 4
Quit
their
own
part
,
and
in
obsequious
fondness
Crowd
to
his
presence
,
where
their
untaught
love
Must
needs
appear
offense
.
Enter
Isabella
.
How
now
,
fair
maid
?
I
am
come
to
know
your
pleasure
.
That
you
might
know
it
would
much
better
please
me
Than
to
demand
what
’tis
.
Your
brother
cannot
live
.
Even
so
.
Heaven
keep
your
Honor
.
Yet
may
he
live
a
while
.
And
it
may
be
As
long
as
you
or
I
.
Yet
he
must
die
.
Under
your
sentence
?
Yea
.
When
,
I
beseech
you
?
That
in
his
reprieve
,
Longer
or
shorter
,
he
may
be
so
fitted
That
his
soul
sicken
not
.
Ha
!
Fie
,
these
filthy
vices
!
It
were
as
good
To
pardon
him
that
hath
from
nature
stolen
A
man
already
made
,
as
to
remit
Their
saucy
sweetness
that
do
coin
God’s
image
In
stamps
that
are
forbid
.
’Tis
all
as
easy
Falsely
to
take
away
a
life
true
made
As
to
put
metal
in
restrainèd
means
To
make
a
false
one
.
’Tis
set
down
so
in
heaven
,
but
not
in
Earth
earth
.
Say
you
so
?
Then
I
shall
pose
you
quickly
:
Which
had
you
rather
,
that
the
most
just
law
Now
took
your
brother’s
life
,
or
,
to
redeem
him
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
Give
up
your
body
to
such
sweet
uncleanness
As
she
that
he
hath
stained
?
Sir
,
believe
this
:
I
had
rather
give
my
body
than
my
soul
.
I
talk
not
of
your
soul
.
Our
compelled
sins
Stand
more
for
number
than
for
accompt
.
How
say
you
?
Nay
,
I’ll
not
warrant
that
,
for
I
can
speak
Against
the
thing
I
say
.
Answer
to
this
:
I
,
now
the
voice
of
the
recorded
law
,
Pronounce
a
sentence
on
your
brother’s
life
.
Might
there
not
be
a
charity
in
sin
To
save
this
brother’s
life
?
Please
you
to
do
’t
,
I’ll
take
it
as
a
peril
to
my
soul
,
It
is
no
sin
at
all
,
but
charity
.
Pleased
you
to
do
’t
,
at
peril
of
your
soul
,
Were
equal
poise
of
sin
and
charity
.
That
I
do
beg
his
life
,
if
it
be
sin
Heaven
let
me
bear
it
.
You
granting
of
my
suit
,
If
that
be
sin
,
I’ll
make
it
my
morn
prayer
To
have
it
added
to
the
faults
of
mine
And
nothing
of
your
answer
.
Nay
,
but
hear
me
.
Your
sense
pursues
not
mine
.
Either
you
are
ignorant
,
Or
seem
so
,
crafty
,
and
that’s
not
good
.
Let
me
be
ignorant
and
in
nothing
good
,
But
graciously
to
know
I
am
no
better
.
Thus
wisdom
wishes
to
appear
most
bright
ACT 2. SC. 4
When
it
doth
tax
itself
,
as
these
black
masks
Proclaim
an
enshield
beauty
ten
times
louder
Than
beauty
could
,
displayed
.
But
mark
me
.
To
be
receivèd
plain
,
I’ll
speak
more
gross
:
Your
brother
is
to
die
.
So
.
And
his
offense
is
so
,
as
it
appears
,
Accountant
to
the
law
upon
that
pain
.
True
.
Admit
no
other
way
to
save
his
life
—
As
I
subscribe
not
that
,
nor
any
other
—
But
,
in
the
loss
of
question
,
that
you
,
his
sister
,
Finding
yourself
desired
of
such
a
person
Whose
credit
with
the
judge
,
or
own
great
place
,
Could
fetch
your
brother
from
the
manacles
Of
the
all-
binding
law
,
and
that
there
were
No
earthly
mean
to
save
him
but
that
either
You
must
lay
down
the
treasures
of
your
body
To
this
supposed
,
or
else
to
let
him
suffer
,
.
What
would
you
do
?
As
much
for
my
poor
brother
as
myself
.
That
is
,
were
I
under
the
terms
of
death
,
Th’
impression
of
keen
whips
I’d
wear
as
rubies
And
strip
myself
to
death
as
to
a
bed
That
longing
have
been
sick
for
,
ere
I’d
yield
My
body
up
to
shame
.
Then
must
your
brother
die
.
And
’twere
the
cheaper
way
.
Better
it
were
a
brother
died
at
once
Than
that
a
sister
,
by
redeeming
him
,
Should
die
forever
.
Were
not
you
then
as
cruel
as
the
sentence
That
you
have
slandered
so
?
ACT 2. SC. 4
Ignomy
in
ransom
and
free
pardon
Are
of
two
houses
.
Lawful
mercy
Is
nothing
kin
to
foul
redemption
.
You
seemed
of
late
to
make
the
law
a
tyrant
,
And
rather
proved
the
sliding
of
your
brother
A
merriment
than
a
vice
.
O
,
pardon
me
,
my
lord
.
It
oft
falls
out
,
To
have
what
we
would
have
,
we
speak
not
what
we
mean
.
I
something
do
excuse
the
thing
I
hate
For
his
advantage
that
I
dearly
love
.
We
are
all
frail
.
Else
let
my
brother
die
,
If
not
a
fedary
but
only
he
Owe
and
succeed
thy
weakness
.
Nay
,
women
are
frail
too
.
Ay
,
as
the
glasses
where
they
view
themselves
,
Which
are
as
easy
broke
as
they
make
forms
.
Women
—
help
,
heaven
—
men
their
creation
mar
In
profiting
by
them
.
Nay
,
call
us
ten
times
frail
,
For
we
are
soft
as
our
complexions
are
,
And
credulous
to
false
prints
.
I
think
it
well
.
And
from
this
testimony
of
your
own
sex
,
Since
I
suppose
we
are
made
to
be
no
stronger
Than
faults
may
shake
our
frames
,
let
me
be
bold
.
I
do
arrest
your
words
.
Be
that
you
are
—
That
is
,
a
woman
.
If
you
be
more
,
you’re
none
.
If
you
be
one
,
as
you
are
well
expressed
By
all
external
warrants
,
show
it
now
By
putting
on
the
destined
livery
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
I
have
no
tongue
but
one
.
Gentle
my
lord
,
Let
me
entreat
you
speak
the
former
language
.
Plainly
conceive
I
love
you
.
My
brother
did
love
Juliet
,
And
you
tell
me
that
he
shall
die
for
’t
.
He
shall
not
,
Isabel
,
if
you
give
me
love
.
I
know
your
virtue
hath
a
license
in
’t
Which
seems
a
little
fouler
than
it
is
To
pluck
on
others
.
Believe
me
,
on
mine
honor
,
My
words
express
my
purpose
.
Ha
!
Little
honor
to
be
much
believed
,
And
most
pernicious
purpose
.
Seeming
,
seeming
!
I
will
proclaim
thee
,
Angelo
,
look
for
’t
.
Sign
me
a
present
pardon
for
my
brother
Or
with
an
outstretched
throat
I’ll
tell
the
world
aloud
What
man
thou
art
.
Who
will
believe
thee
,
Isabel
?
My
unsoiled
name
,
th’
austereness
of
my
life
,
My
vouch
against
you
,
and
my
place
i’
th’
state
Will
so
your
accusation
overweigh
That
you
shall
stifle
in
your
own
report
And
smell
of
calumny
.
I
have
begun
,
And
now
I
give
my
sensual
race
the
rein
.
Fit
thy
consent
to
my
sharp
appetite
;
Lay
by
all
nicety
and
prolixious
blushes
That
banish
what
they
sue
for
.
Redeem
thy
brother
By
yielding
up
thy
body
to
my
will
,
Or
else
he
must
not
only
die
the
death
,
But
thy
unkindness
shall
his
death
draw
out
To
ling’ring
sufferance
.
Answer
me
tomorrow
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
Or
by
the
affection
that
now
guides
me
most
,
I’ll
prove
a
tyrant
to
him
.
As
for
you
,
Say
what
you
can
,
my
false
o’erweighs
your
true
.
He
exits
.
To
whom
should
I
complain
?
Did
I
tell
this
,
Who
would
believe
me
?
O
,
perilous
mouths
,
That
bear
in
them
one
and
the
selfsame
tongue
,
Either
of
condemnation
or
approof
,
Bidding
the
law
make
curtsy
to
their
will
,
Hooking
both
right
and
wrong
to
th’
appetite
,
To
follow
as
it
draws
.
I’ll
to
my
brother
.
Though
he
hath
fall’n
by
prompture
of
the
blood
,
Yet
hath
he
in
him
such
a
mind
of
honor
That
,
had
he
twenty
heads
to
tender
down
On
twenty
bloody
blocks
,
he’d
yield
them
up
Before
his
sister
should
her
body
stoop
To
such
abhorred
pollution
.
Then
,
Isabel
,
live
chaste
,
and
,
brother
,
die
.
More
than
our
brother
is
our
chastity
.
I’ll
tell
him
yet
of
Angelo’s
request
,
And
fit
his
mind
to
death
,
for
his
soul’s
rest
.
She
exits
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Duke
as
a
Friar
,
Claudio
,
and
Provost
.
,
as
Friar
So
then
you
hope
of
pardon
from
Lord
Angelo
?
The
miserable
have
no
other
medicine
But
only
hope
.
I
have
hope
to
live
and
am
prepared
to
die
.
,
as
Friar
Be
absolute
for
death
.
Either
death
or
life
Shall
thereby
be
the
sweeter
.
Reason
thus
with
life
:
If
I
do
lose
thee
,
I
do
lose
a
thing
That
none
but
fools
would
keep
.
A
breath
thou
art
,
Servile
to
all
the
skyey
influences
That
doth
this
habitation
where
thou
keep’st
Hourly
afflict
.
Merely
,
thou
art
death’s
fool
,
For
him
thou
labor’st
by
thy
flight
to
shun
,
And
yet
runn’st
toward
him
still
.
Thou
art
not
noble
,
For
all
th’
accommodations
that
thou
bear’st
Are
nursed
by
baseness
.
Thou
’rt
by
no
means
valiant
,
For
thou
dost
fear
the
soft
and
tender
fork
Of
a
poor
worm
.
Thy
best
of
rest
is
sleep
,
And
that
thou
oft
provok’st
,
yet
grossly
fear’st
Thy
death
,
which
is
no
more
.
Thou
art
not
thyself
,
For
thou
exists
on
many
a
thousand
grains
ACT 3. SC. 1
That
issue
out
of
dust
.
Happy
thou
art
not
,
For
what
thou
hast
not
,
still
thou
striv’st
to
get
,
And
what
thou
hast
,
forget’st
.
Thou
art
not
certain
,
For
thy
complexion
shifts
to
strange
effects
After
the
moon
.
If
thou
art
rich
,
thou
’rt
poor
,
For
,
like
an
ass
whose
back
with
ingots
bows
,
Thou
bear’st
thy
heavy
riches
but
a
journey
,
And
death
unloads
thee
.
Friend
hast
thou
none
,
For
thine
own
bowels
which
do
call
thee
sire
,
The
mere
effusion
of
thy
proper
loins
,
Do
curse
the
gout
,
serpigo
,
and
the
rheum
For
ending
thee
no
sooner
.
Thou
hast
nor
youth
nor
age
,
But
as
it
were
an
after-dinner’s
sleep
Dreaming
on
both
,
for
all
thy
blessèd
youth
Becomes
as
agèd
and
doth
beg
the
alms
Of
palsied
eld
;
and
when
thou
art
old
and
rich
,
Thou
hast
neither
heat
,
affection
,
limb
,
nor
beauty
To
make
thy
riches
pleasant
.
What’s
yet
in
this
That
bears
the
name
of
life
?
Yet
in
this
life
Lie
hid
more
thousand
deaths
;
yet
death
we
fear
,
That
makes
these
odds
all
even
.
I
humbly
thank
you
.
To
sue
to
live
,
I
find
I
seek
to
die
,
And
seeking
death
,
find
life
.
Let
it
come
on
.
,
within
What
ho
!
Peace
here
,
grace
,
and
good
company
.
Who’s
there
?
Come
in
.
The
wish
deserves
a
welcome
.
,
as
Friar
,
to
Claudio
Dear
sir
,
ere
long
I’ll
visit
you
again
.
Most
holy
sir
,
I
thank
you
.
Enter
Isabella
.
,
to
Provost
My
business
is
a
word
or
two
with
Claudio
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
And
very
welcome
.
—
Look
,
signior
,
here’s
your
sister
.
,
as
Friar
Provost
,
a
word
with
you
.
As
many
as
you
please
.
,
as
Friar
,
aside
to
Provost
Bring
me
to
hear
them
speak
,
where
I
may
be
concealed
.
Duke
and
Provost
exit
.
Now
,
sister
,
what’s
the
comfort
?
Why
,
As
all
comforts
are
,
most
good
,
most
good
indeed
.
Lord
Angelo
,
having
affairs
to
heaven
,
Intends
you
for
his
swift
ambassador
,
Where
you
shall
be
an
everlasting
leiger
;
Therefore
your
best
appointment
make
with
speed
.
Tomorrow
you
set
on
.
Is
there
no
remedy
?
None
but
such
remedy
as
,
to
save
a
head
,
To
cleave
a
heart
in
twain
.
But
is
there
any
?
Yes
,
brother
,
you
may
live
.
There
is
a
devilish
mercy
in
the
judge
,
If
you’ll
implore
it
,
that
will
free
your
life
But
fetter
you
till
death
.
Perpetual
durance
?
Ay
,
just
;
perpetual
durance
,
a
restraint
,
Though
all
the
world’s
vastidity
you
had
,
To
a
determined
scope
.
But
in
what
nature
?
In
such
a
one
as
,
you
consenting
to
’t
,
Would
bark
your
honor
from
that
trunk
you
bear
And
leave
you
naked
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
Let
me
know
the
point
.
O
,
I
do
fear
thee
,
Claudio
,
and
I
quake
Lest
thou
a
feverous
life
shouldst
entertain
,
And
six
or
seven
winters
more
respect
Than
a
perpetual
honor
.
Dar’st
thou
die
?
The
sense
of
death
is
most
in
apprehension
,
And
the
poor
beetle
that
we
tread
upon
In
corporal
sufferance
finds
a
pang
as
great
As
when
a
giant
dies
.
Why
give
you
me
this
shame
?
Think
you
I
can
a
resolution
fetch
From
flowery
tenderness
?
If
I
must
die
,
I
will
encounter
darkness
as
a
bride
,
And
hug
it
in
mine
arms
.
There
spake
my
brother
!
There
my
father’s
grave
Did
utter
forth
a
voice
.
Yes
,
thou
must
die
.
Thou
art
too
noble
to
conserve
a
life
In
base
appliances
.
This
outward-sainted
deputy
—
Whose
settled
visage
and
deliberate
word
Nips
youth
i’
th’
head
,
and
follies
doth
enew
As
falcon
doth
the
fowl
—
is
yet
a
devil
.
His
filth
within
being
cast
,
he
would
appear
A
pond
as
deep
as
hell
.
The
prenzie
Angelo
?
O
,
’tis
the
cunning
livery
of
hell
The
damned’st
body
to
invest
and
cover
In
prenzie
guards
.
Dost
thou
think
,
Claudio
,
If
I
would
yield
him
my
virginity
Thou
mightst
be
freed
?
O
heavens
,
it
cannot
be
!
Yes
,
he
would
give
’t
thee
;
from
this
rank
offense
,
So
to
offend
him
still
.
This
night’s
the
time
ACT 3. SC. 1
That
I
should
do
what
I
abhor
to
name
,
Or
else
thou
diest
tomorrow
.
Thou
shalt
not
do
’t
.
O
,
were
it
but
my
life
,
I’d
throw
it
down
for
your
deliverance
As
frankly
as
a
pin
.
Thanks
,
dear
Isabel
.
Be
ready
,
Claudio
,
for
your
death
tomorrow
.
Yes
.
Has
he
affections
in
him
That
thus
can
make
him
bite
the
law
by
th’
nose
,
When
he
would
force
it
?
Sure
it
is
no
sin
,
Or
of
the
deadly
seven
it
is
the
least
.
Which
is
the
least
?
If
it
were
damnable
,
he
being
so
wise
,
Why
would
he
for
the
momentary
trick
Be
perdurably
fined
?
O
,
Isabel
—
What
says
my
brother
?
Death
is
a
fearful
thing
.
And
shamèd
life
a
hateful
.
Ay
,
but
to
die
,
and
go
we
know
not
where
,
To
lie
in
cold
obstruction
and
to
rot
,
This
sensible
warm
motion
to
become
A
kneaded
clod
;
and
the
delighted
spirit
To
bathe
in
fiery
floods
,
or
to
reside
In
thrilling
region
of
thick-ribbèd
ice
,
To
be
imprisoned
in
the
viewless
winds
And
blown
with
restless
violence
round
about
The
pendent
world
;
or
to
be
worse
than
worst
Of
those
that
lawless
and
incertain
thought
Imagine
howling
—
’tis
too
horrible
.
The
weariest
and
most
loathèd
worldly
life
That
age
,
ache
,
penury
,
and
imprisonment
ACT 3. SC. 1
Can
lay
on
nature
is
a
paradise
To
what
we
fear
of
death
.
Alas
,
alas
!
Sweet
sister
,
let
me
live
.
What
sin
you
do
to
save
a
brother’s
life
,
Nature
dispenses
with
the
deed
so
far
That
it
becomes
a
virtue
.
O
,
you
beast
!
O
faithless
coward
,
O
dishonest
wretch
,
Wilt
thou
be
made
a
man
out
of
my
vice
?
Is
’t
not
a
kind
of
incest
to
take
life
From
thine
own
sister’s
shame
?
What
should
I
think
?
Heaven
shield
my
mother
played
my
father
fair
,
For
such
a
warpèd
slip
of
wilderness
Ne’er
issued
from
his
blood
.
Take
my
defiance
;
Die
,
perish
.
Might
but
my
bending
down
Reprieve
thee
from
thy
fate
,
it
should
proceed
.
I’ll
pray
a
thousand
prayers
for
thy
death
,
No
word
to
save
thee
.
Nay
,
hear
me
,
Isabel
—
O
,
fie
,
fie
,
fie
!
Thy
sin’s
not
accidental
,
but
a
trade
.
Mercy
to
thee
would
prove
itself
a
bawd
.
’Tis
best
that
thou
diest
quickly
.
O
,
hear
me
,
Isabella
—
Enter
Duke
as
a
Friar
.
,
as
Friar
,
to
Isabella
Vouchsafe
a
word
,
young
sister
,
but
one
word
.
What
is
your
will
?
,
as
Friar
Might
you
dispense
with
your
leisure
,
I
would
by
and
by
have
some
speech
with
you
.
The
satisfaction
I
would
require
is
likewise
your
own
benefit
.
I
have
no
superfluous
leisure
.
My
stay
must
ACT 3. SC. 1
be
stolen
out
of
other
affairs
,
but
I
will
attend
you
awhile
.
,
as
Friar
,
taking
Claudio
aside
Son
,
I
have
overheard
what
hath
passed
between
you
and
your
sister
.
Angelo
had
never
the
purpose
to
corrupt
her
;
only
he
hath
made
an
assay
of
her
virtue
,
to
practice
his
judgment
with
the
disposition
of
natures
.
She
,
having
the
truth
of
honor
in
her
,
hath
made
him
that
gracious
denial
which
he
is
most
glad
to
receive
.
I
am
confessor
to
Angelo
,
and
I
know
this
to
be
true
.
Therefore
prepare
yourself
to
death
.
Do
not
satisfy
your
resolution
with
hopes
that
are
fallible
.
Tomorrow
you
must
die
.
Go
to
your
knees
and
make
ready
.
Let
me
ask
my
sister
pardon
.
I
am
so
out
of
love
with
life
that
I
will
sue
to
be
rid
of
it
.
,
as
Friar
Hold
you
there
.
Farewell
.
—
Provost
,
a
word
with
you
.
Enter
Provost
.
What’s
your
will
,
father
?
,
as
Friar
That
now
you
are
come
,
you
will
be
gone
.
Leave
me
awhile
with
the
maid
.
My
mind
promises
with
my
habit
no
loss
shall
touch
her
by
my
company
.
In
good
time
.
He
exits
,
with
Claudio
.
,
as
Friar
,
to
Isabella
The
hand
that
hath
made
you
fair
hath
made
you
good
.
The
goodness
that
is
cheap
in
beauty
makes
beauty
brief
in
goodness
,
but
grace
,
being
the
soul
of
your
complexion
,
shall
keep
the
body
of
it
ever
fair
.
The
assault
that
Angelo
hath
made
to
you
,
fortune
hath
conveyed
to
my
understanding
;
and
but
that
frailty
hath
examples
for
his
falling
,
I
should
wonder
at
Angelo
.
How
will
you
do
to
content
this
substitute
and
to
save
your
brother
?
ACT 3. SC. 1
I
am
now
going
to
resolve
him
.
I
had
rather
my
brother
die
by
the
law
than
my
son
should
be
unlawfully
born
.
But
,
O
,
how
much
is
the
good
duke
deceived
in
Angelo
!
If
ever
he
return
,
and
I
can
speak
to
him
,
I
will
open
my
lips
in
vain
,
or
discover
his
government
.
,
as
Friar
That
shall
not
be
much
amiss
.
Yet
,
as
the
matter
now
stands
,
he
will
avoid
your
accusation
:
he
made
trial
of
you
only
.
Therefore
,
fasten
your
ear
on
my
advisings
.
To
the
love
I
have
in
doing
good
,
a
remedy
presents
itself
.
I
do
make
myself
believe
that
you
may
most
uprighteously
do
a
poor
wronged
lady
a
merited
benefit
,
redeem
your
brother
from
the
angry
law
,
do
no
stain
to
your
own
gracious
person
,
and
much
please
the
absent
duke
,
if
peradventure
he
shall
ever
return
to
have
hearing
of
this
business
.
Let
me
hear
you
speak
farther
.
I
have
spirit
to
do
anything
that
appears
not
foul
in
the
truth
of
my
spirit
.
,
as
Friar
Virtue
is
bold
,
and
goodness
never
fearful
.
Have
you
not
heard
speak
of
Mariana
,
the
sister
of
Frederick
,
the
great
soldier
who
miscarried
at
sea
?
I
have
heard
of
the
lady
,
and
good
words
went
with
her
name
.
,
as
Friar
She
should
this
Angelo
have
married
,
was
affianced
to
her
oath
,
and
the
nuptial
appointed
.
Between
which
time
of
the
contract
and
limit
of
the
solemnity
,
her
brother
Frederick
was
wracked
at
sea
,
having
in
that
perished
vessel
the
dowry
of
his
sister
.
But
mark
how
heavily
this
befell
to
the
poor
gentlewoman
.
There
she
lost
a
noble
and
renowned
brother
,
in
his
love
toward
her
ever
most
kind
and
natural
;
with
him
,
the
portion
and
sinew
of
her
fortune
,
her
marriage
dowry
;
with
ACT 3. SC. 1
both
,
her
combinate
husband
,
this
well-seeming
Angelo
.
Can
this
be
so
?
Did
Angelo
so
leave
her
?
,
as
Friar
Left
her
in
her
tears
and
dried
not
one
of
them
with
his
comfort
,
swallowed
his
vows
whole
,
pretending
in
her
discoveries
of
dishonor
;
in
few
,
bestowed
her
on
her
own
lamentation
,
which
she
yet
wears
for
his
sake
;
and
he
,
a
marble
to
her
tears
,
is
washed
with
them
but
relents
not
.
What
a
merit
were
it
in
death
to
take
this
poor
maid
from
the
world
!
What
corruption
in
this
life
,
that
it
will
let
this
man
live
!
But
how
out
of
this
can
she
avail
?
,
as
Friar
It
is
a
rupture
that
you
may
easily
heal
,
and
the
cure
of
it
not
only
saves
your
brother
,
but
keeps
you
from
dishonor
in
doing
it
.
Show
me
how
,
good
father
.
,
as
Friar
This
forenamed
maid
hath
yet
in
her
the
continuance
of
her
first
affection
.
His
unjust
unkindness
,
that
in
all
reason
should
have
quenched
her
love
,
hath
,
like
an
impediment
in
the
current
,
made
it
more
violent
and
unruly
.
Go
you
to
Angelo
,
answer
his
requiring
with
a
plausible
obedience
,
agree
with
his
demands
to
the
point
.
Only
refer
yourself
to
this
advantage
:
first
,
that
your
stay
with
him
may
not
be
long
,
that
the
time
may
have
all
shadow
and
silence
in
it
,
and
the
place
answer
to
convenience
.
This
being
granted
in
course
,
and
now
follows
all
:
we
shall
advise
this
wronged
maid
to
stead
up
your
appointment
,
go
in
your
place
.
If
the
encounter
acknowledge
itself
hereafter
,
it
may
compel
him
to
her
recompense
;
and
here
,
by
this
,
is
your
brother
saved
,
your
honor
untainted
,
the
poor
Mariana
advantaged
,
and
the
corrupt
deputy
scaled
.
The
maid
will
I
frame
and
make
fit
for
his
attempt
.
If
you
think
well
to
carry
this
as
you
may
,
ACT 3. SC. 2
the
doubleness
of
the
benefit
defends
the
deceit
from
reproof
.
What
think
you
of
it
?
The
image
of
it
gives
me
content
already
,
and
I
trust
it
will
grow
to
a
most
prosperous
perfection
.
,
as
Friar
It
lies
much
in
your
holding
up
.
Haste
you
speedily
to
Angelo
.
If
for
this
night
he
entreat
you
to
his
bed
,
give
him
promise
of
satisfaction
.
I
will
presently
to
Saint
Luke’s
.
There
at
the
moated
grange
resides
this
dejected
Mariana
.
At
that
place
call
upon
me
,
and
dispatch
with
Angelo
that
it
may
be
quickly
.
I
thank
you
for
this
comfort
.
Fare
you
well
,
good
father
.
She
exits
.
The
Duke
remains
.
Scene
2
Enter
Elbow
,
Pompey
,
and
Officers
.
,
to
Pompey
Nay
,
if
there
be
no
remedy
for
it
but
that
you
will
needs
buy
and
sell
men
and
women
like
beasts
,
we
shall
have
all
the
world
drink
brown
and
white
bastard
.
,
as
Friar
,
aside
O
heavens
,
what
stuff
is
here
?
’Twas
never
merry
world
since
,
of
two
usuries
,
the
merriest
was
put
down
,
and
the
worser
allowed
by
order
of
law
a
furred
gown
to
keep
him
warm
,
and
furred
with
fox
and
lambskins
too
,
to
signify
that
craft
,
being
richer
than
innocency
,
stands
for
the
facing
.
Come
your
way
,
sir
.
—
Bless
you
,
good
father
friar
.
,
as
Friar
And
you
,
good
brother
father
.
What
offense
hath
this
man
made
you
,
sir
?
Marry
,
sir
,
he
hath
offended
the
law
;
and
,
sir
,
we
take
him
to
be
a
thief
too
,
sir
,
for
we
have
found
ACT 3. SC. 2
upon
him
,
sir
,
a
strange
picklock
,
which
we
have
sent
to
the
Deputy
.
,
as
Friar
,
to
Pompey
Fie
,
sirrah
,
a
bawd
,
a
wicked
bawd
!
The
evil
that
thou
causest
to
be
done
,
That
is
thy
means
to
live
.
Do
thou
but
think
What
’tis
to
cram
a
maw
or
clothe
a
back
From
such
a
filthy
vice
;
say
to
thyself
,
From
their
abominable
and
beastly
touches
I
drink
,
I
eat
,
array
myself
,
and
live
.
Canst
thou
believe
thy
living
is
a
life
,
So
stinkingly
depending
?
Go
mend
,
go
mend
.
Indeed
,
it
does
stink
in
some
sort
,
sir
.
But
yet
,
sir
,
I
would
prove
—
,
as
Friar
Nay
,
if
the
devil
have
given
thee
proofs
for
sin
,
Thou
wilt
prove
his
.
—
Take
him
to
prison
,
officer
.
Correction
and
instruction
must
both
work
Ere
this
rude
beast
will
profit
.
He
must
before
the
Deputy
,
sir
;
he
has
given
him
warning
.
The
Deputy
cannot
abide
a
whoremaster
.
If
he
be
a
whoremonger
and
comes
before
him
,
he
were
as
good
go
a
mile
on
his
errand
.
,
as
Friar
That
we
were
all
,
as
some
would
seem
to
be
,
From
our
faults
,
as
faults
from
seeming
,
free
.
His
neck
will
come
to
your
waist
—
a
cord
,
sir
.
Enter
Lucio
.
I
spy
comfort
,
I
cry
bail
.
Here’s
a
gentleman
and
a
friend
of
mine
.
How
now
,
noble
Pompey
?
What
,
at
the
wheels
of
Caesar
?
Art
thou
led
in
triumph
?
What
,
is
there
none
of
Pygmalion’s
images
,
newly
made
woman
,
to
be
had
now
,
for
putting
the
hand
in
the
pocket
and
extracting
it
clutched
?
What
reply
,
ha
?
What
ACT 3. SC. 2
sayst
thou
to
this
tune
,
matter
,
and
method
?
Is
’t
not
drowned
i’
th’
last
rain
,
ha
?
What
sayst
thou
,
trot
?
Is
the
world
as
it
was
,
man
?
Which
is
the
way
?
Is
it
sad
and
few
words
?
Or
how
?
The
trick
of
it
?
,
as
Friar
,
aside
Still
thus
,
and
thus
;
still
worse
.
,
to
Pompey
How
doth
my
dear
morsel
,
thy
mistress
?
Procures
she
still
,
ha
?
Troth
,
sir
,
she
hath
eaten
up
all
her
beef
,
and
she
is
herself
in
the
tub
.
Why
,
’tis
good
.
It
is
the
right
of
it
.
It
must
be
so
.
Ever
your
fresh
whore
and
your
powdered
bawd
,
an
unshunned
consequence
;
it
must
be
so
.
Art
going
to
prison
,
Pompey
?
Yes
,
faith
,
sir
.
Why
,
’tis
not
amiss
,
Pompey
.
Farewell
.
Go
say
I
sent
thee
thither
.
For
debt
,
Pompey
?
Or
how
?
For
being
a
bawd
,
for
being
a
bawd
.
Well
,
then
,
imprison
him
.
If
imprisonment
be
the
due
of
a
bawd
,
why
,
’tis
his
right
.
Bawd
is
he
,
doubtless
,
and
of
antiquity
too
.
Bawd
born
.
—
Farewell
,
good
Pompey
.
Commend
me
to
the
prison
,
Pompey
.
You
will
turn
good
husband
now
,
Pompey
;
you
will
keep
the
house
.
I
hope
,
sir
,
your
good
Worship
will
be
my
bail
.
No
,
indeed
,
will
I
not
,
Pompey
;
it
is
not
the
wear
.
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
.
,
as
Friar
And
you
.
,
to
Pompey
Does
Bridget
paint
still
,
Pompey
,
ha
?
,
to
Pompey
Come
your
ways
,
sir
,
come
.
,
to
Lucio
You
will
not
bail
me
,
then
,
sir
?
Then
,
Pompey
,
nor
now
.
—
What
news
abroad
,
friar
?
What
news
?
,
to
Pompey
Come
your
ways
,
sir
,
come
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Go
to
kennel
,
Pompey
,
go
.
Elbow
,
Pompey
,
and
Officers
exit
.
What
news
,
friar
,
of
the
Duke
?
,
as
Friar
I
know
none
.
Can
you
tell
me
of
any
?
Some
say
he
is
with
the
Emperor
of
Russia
;
other
some
,
he
is
in
Rome
.
But
where
is
he
,
think
you
?
,
as
Friar
I
know
not
where
,
but
wheresoever
,
I
wish
him
well
.
It
was
a
mad
fantastical
trick
of
him
to
steal
from
the
state
and
usurp
the
beggary
he
was
never
born
to
.
Lord
Angelo
dukes
it
well
in
his
absence
.
He
puts
transgression
to
’t
.
,
as
Friar
He
does
well
in
’t
.
A
little
more
lenity
to
lechery
would
do
no
harm
in
him
.
Something
too
crabbed
that
way
,
friar
.
,
as
Friar
It
is
too
general
a
vice
,
and
severity
must
cure
it
.
Yes
,
in
good
sooth
,
the
vice
is
of
a
great
kindred
;
it
is
well
allied
,
but
it
is
impossible
to
extirp
it
quite
,
friar
,
till
eating
and
drinking
be
put
down
.
They
say
this
Angelo
was
not
made
by
man
and
woman
after
this
downright
way
of
creation
.
Is
it
true
,
think
you
?
,
as
Friar
How
should
he
be
made
,
then
?
Some
report
a
sea-maid
spawned
him
;
some
,
that
he
was
begot
between
two
stockfishes
.
But
it
is
certain
that
when
he
makes
water
,
his
urine
is
congealed
ice
;
that
I
know
to
be
true
.
And
he
is
a
motion
generative
,
that’s
infallible
.
,
as
Friar
You
are
pleasant
,
sir
,
and
speak
apace
.
Why
,
what
a
ruthless
thing
is
this
in
him
,
for
the
rebellion
of
a
codpiece
to
take
away
the
life
of
a
man
!
Would
the
duke
that
is
absent
have
done
this
?
Ere
he
would
have
hanged
a
man
for
the
getting
a
hundred
bastards
,
he
would
have
paid
for
the
ACT 3. SC. 2
nursing
a
thousand
.
He
had
some
feeling
of
the
sport
,
he
knew
the
service
,
and
that
instructed
him
to
mercy
.
,
as
Friar
I
never
heard
the
absent
duke
much
detected
for
women
.
He
was
not
inclined
that
way
.
O
,
sir
,
you
are
deceived
.
,
as
Friar
’Tis
not
possible
.
Who
,
not
the
Duke
?
Yes
,
your
beggar
of
fifty
;
and
his
use
was
to
put
a
ducat
in
her
clack-dish
.
The
Duke
had
crotchets
in
him
.
He
would
be
drunk
too
,
that
let
me
inform
you
.
,
as
Friar
You
do
him
wrong
,
surely
.
Sir
,
I
was
an
inward
of
his
.
A
shy
fellow
was
the
Duke
,
and
I
believe
I
know
the
cause
of
his
withdrawing
.
,
as
Friar
What
,
I
prithee
,
might
be
the
cause
?
No
,
pardon
.
’Tis
a
secret
must
be
locked
within
the
teeth
and
the
lips
.
But
this
I
can
let
you
understand
:
the
greater
file
of
the
subject
held
the
Duke
to
be
wise
.
,
as
Friar
Wise
?
Why
,
no
question
but
he
was
.
A
very
superficial
,
ignorant
,
unweighing
fellow
.
,
as
Friar
Either
this
is
envy
in
you
,
folly
,
or
mistaking
.
The
very
stream
of
his
life
and
the
business
he
hath
helmed
must
,
upon
a
warranted
need
,
give
him
a
better
proclamation
.
Let
him
be
but
testimonied
in
his
own
bringings-forth
,
and
he
shall
appear
to
the
envious
a
scholar
,
a
statesman
,
and
a
soldier
.
Therefore
you
speak
unskillfully
.
Or
,
if
your
knowledge
be
more
,
it
is
much
darkened
in
your
malice
.
Sir
,
I
know
him
,
and
I
love
him
.
,
as
Friar
Love
talks
with
better
knowledge
,
and
knowledge
with
dearer
love
.
Come
,
sir
,
I
know
what
I
know
.
,
as
Friar
I
can
hardly
believe
that
,
since
you
ACT 3. SC. 2
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
?
Sir
,
my
name
is
Lucio
,
well
known
to
the
Duke
.
,
as
Friar
He
shall
know
you
better
,
sir
,
if
I
may
live
to
report
you
.
I
fear
you
not
.
,
as
Friar
O
,
you
hope
the
Duke
will
return
no
more
,
or
you
imagine
me
too
unhurtful
an
opposite
.
But
indeed
I
can
do
you
little
harm
;
you’ll
forswear
this
again
.
I’ll
be
hanged
first
.
Thou
art
deceived
in
me
,
friar
.
But
no
more
of
this
.
Canst
thou
tell
if
Claudio
die
tomorrow
or
no
?
,
as
Friar
Why
should
he
die
,
sir
?
Why
?
For
filling
a
bottle
with
a
tundish
.
I
would
the
Duke
we
talk
of
were
returned
again
.
This
ungenitured
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
answered
.
He
would
never
bring
them
to
light
Would
he
were
returned
.
Marry
,
this
Claudio
is
condemned
for
untrussing
.
Farewell
,
good
friar
.
I
prithee
pray
for
me
.
The
Duke
,
I
say
to
thee
again
,
would
eat
mutton
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
garlic
.
Say
that
I
said
so
.
Farewell
.
He
exits
.
No
might
nor
greatness
in
mortality
Can
censure
scape
.
Back-wounding
calumny
The
whitest
virtue
strikes
.
What
king
so
strong
ACT 3. SC. 2
Can
tie
the
gall
up
in
the
slanderous
tongue
?
But
who
comes
here
?
Enter
Escalus
,
Provost
,
Officers
,
and
Mistress
Overdone
,
a
Bawd
.
,
to
Officers
Go
,
away
with
her
to
prison
.
Good
my
lord
,
be
good
to
me
.
Your
Honor
is
accounted
a
merciful
man
,
good
my
lord
.
Double
and
treble
admonition
,
and
still
forfeit
in
the
same
kind
?
This
would
make
mercy
swear
and
play
the
tyrant
.
A
bawd
of
eleven
years’
continuance
,
may
it
please
your
Honor
.
,
to
Escalus
My
lord
,
this
is
one
Lucio’s
information
against
me
.
Mistress
Kate
Keepdown
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
me
.
That
fellow
is
a
fellow
of
much
license
.
Let
him
be
called
before
us
.
Away
with
her
to
prison
.
—
Go
to
,
no
more
words
.
Officers
exit
with
Bawd
.
Provost
,
my
brother
Angelo
will
not
be
altered
.
Claudio
must
die
tomorrow
.
Let
him
be
furnished
with
divines
and
have
all
charitable
preparation
.
If
my
brother
wrought
by
my
pity
,
it
should
not
be
so
with
him
.
So
please
you
,
this
friar
hath
been
with
him
,
and
advised
him
for
th’
entertainment
of
death
.
Good
even
,
good
father
.
,
as
Friar
Bliss
and
goodness
on
you
.
Of
whence
are
you
?
,
as
Friar
Not
of
this
country
,
though
my
chance
is
now
To
use
it
for
my
time
.
I
am
a
brother
ACT 3. SC. 2
Of
gracious
order
,
late
come
from
the
See
In
special
business
from
his
Holiness
.
What
news
abroad
i’
th’
world
?
,
as
Friar
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
aged
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
accursed
.
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
?
One
that
,
above
all
other
strifes
,
contended
especially
to
know
himself
.
,
as
Friar
What
pleasure
was
he
given
to
?
Rather
rejoicing
to
see
another
merry
than
merry
at
anything
which
professed
to
make
him
rejoice
—
a
gentleman
of
all
temperance
.
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
.
,
as
Friar
He
professes
to
have
received
no
sinister
measure
from
his
judge
but
most
willingly
humbles
himself
to
the
determination
of
justice
.
Yet
had
he
framed
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
.
You
have
paid
the
heavens
your
function
and
the
prisoner
the
very
debt
of
your
calling
.
I
have
labored
for
the
poor
gentleman
to
the
extremest
shore
of
my
modesty
,
but
my
brother
justice
have
I
found
so
severe
that
he
hath
forced
me
to
tell
him
he
is
indeed
Justice
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
,
as
Friar
If
his
own
life
answer
the
straitness
of
his
proceeding
,
it
shall
become
him
well
;
wherein
if
he
chance
to
fail
,
he
hath
sentenced
himself
.
I
am
going
to
visit
the
prisoner
.
Fare
you
well
.
,
as
Friar
Peace
be
with
you
.
Escalus
and
Provost
exit
.
He
who
the
sword
of
heaven
will
bear
Should
be
as
holy
as
severe
,
Pattern
in
himself
to
know
,
Grace
to
stand
,
and
virtue
go
;
More
nor
less
to
others
paying
Than
by
self-offenses
weighing
.
Shame
to
him
whose
cruel
striking
Kills
for
faults
of
his
own
liking
.
Twice
treble
shame
on
Angelo
,
To
weed
my
vice
,
and
let
his
grow
.
O
,
what
may
man
within
him
hide
,
Though
angel
on
the
outward
side
!
How
may
likeness
made
in
crimes
,
Making
practice
on
the
times
,
To
draw
with
idle
spiders’
strings
Most
ponderous
and
substantial
things
.
Craft
against
vice
I
must
apply
.
With
Angelo
tonight
shall
lie
His
old
betrothèd
but
despisèd
.
So
disguise
shall
,
by
th’
disguisèd
,
Pay
with
falsehood
false
exacting
And
perform
an
old
contracting
.
He
exits
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
Mariana
,
and
Boy
singing
.
Song
.
Take
,
O
take
those
lips
away
,
That
so
sweetly
were
forsworn
,
And
those
eyes
,
the
break
of
day
,
Lights
that
do
mislead
the
morn
.
But
my
kisses
bring
again
,
bring
again
,
Seals
of
love
,
but
sealed
in
vain
,
sealed
in
vain
.
Enter
Duke
as
a
Friar
.
,
to
Boy
Break
off
thy
song
and
haste
thee
quick
away
.
Here
comes
a
man
of
comfort
,
whose
advice
Hath
often
stilled
my
brawling
discontent
.
Boy
exits
.
I
cry
you
mercy
,
sir
,
and
well
could
wish
You
had
not
found
me
here
so
musical
.
Let
me
excuse
me
,
and
believe
me
so
,
My
mirth
it
much
displeased
,
but
pleased
my
woe
.
,
as
Friar
’Tis
good
,
though
music
oft
hath
such
a
charm
To
make
bad
good
and
good
provoke
to
harm
.
I
pray
you
tell
me
,
hath
anybody
inquired
for
me
ACT 4. SC. 1
here
today
?
Much
upon
this
time
have
I
promised
here
to
meet
.
You
have
not
been
inquired
after
.
I
have
sat
here
all
day
.
Enter
Isabella
.
,
as
Friar
I
do
constantly
believe
you
.
The
time
is
come
even
now
.
I
shall
crave
your
forbearance
a
little
.
Maybe
I
will
call
upon
you
anon
for
some
advantage
to
yourself
.
I
am
always
bound
to
you
.
She
exits
.
,
as
Friar
Very
well
met
,
and
welcome
.
What
is
the
news
from
this
good
deputy
?
He
hath
a
garden
circummured
with
brick
,
Whose
western
side
is
with
a
vineyard
backed
;
And
to
that
vineyard
is
a
planchèd
gate
That
makes
his
opening
with
this
bigger
key
.
This
other
doth
command
a
little
door
Which
from
the
vineyard
to
the
garden
leads
.
There
have
I
made
my
promise
,
upon
the
Heavy
middle
of
the
night
,
to
call
upon
him
.
,
as
Friar
But
shall
you
on
your
knowledge
find
this
way
?
I
have
ta’en
a
due
and
wary
note
upon
’t
.
With
whispering
and
most
guilty
diligence
,
In
action
all
of
precept
,
he
did
show
me
The
way
twice
o’er
.
,
as
Friar
Are
there
no
other
tokens
Between
you
’greed
concerning
her
observance
?
No
,
none
,
but
only
a
repair
i’
th’
dark
,
And
that
I
have
possessed
him
my
most
stay
Can
be
but
brief
,
for
I
have
made
him
know
I
have
a
servant
comes
with
me
along
ACT 4. SC. 1
That
stays
upon
me
,
whose
persuasion
is
I
come
about
my
brother
.
,
as
Friar
’Tis
well
borne
up
.
I
have
not
yet
made
known
to
Mariana
A
word
of
this
.
—
What
ho
,
within
;
come
forth
.
Enter
Mariana
.
To
Mariana
.
I
pray
you
be
acquainted
with
this
maid
.
She
comes
to
do
you
good
.
I
do
desire
the
like
.
,
as
Friar
,
to
Mariana
Do
you
persuade
yourself
that
I
respect
you
?
Good
friar
,
I
know
you
do
,
and
have
found
it
.
,
as
Friar
Take
then
this
your
companion
by
the
hand
,
Who
hath
a
story
ready
for
your
ear
.
I
shall
attend
your
leisure
.
But
make
haste
.
The
vaporous
night
approaches
.
,
to
Isabella
Will
’t
please
you
walk
aside
?
Isabella
and
Mariana
exit
.
O
place
and
greatness
,
millions
of
false
eyes
Are
stuck
upon
thee
;
volumes
of
report
Run
with
these
false
,
and
,
most
contrarious
,
quest
Upon
thy
doings
;
thousand
escapes
of
wit
Make
thee
the
father
of
their
idle
dream
And
rack
thee
in
their
fancies
.
Enter
Mariana
and
Isabella
.
,
as
Friar
Welcome
.
How
agreed
?
She’ll
take
the
enterprise
upon
her
,
father
,
If
you
advise
it
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
,
as
Friar
It
is
not
my
consent
But
my
entreaty
too
.
,
to
Mariana
Little
have
you
to
say
When
you
depart
from
him
,
but
,
soft
and
low
,
Remember
now
my
brother
.
Fear
me
not
.
,
as
Friar
Nor
,
gentle
daughter
,
fear
you
not
at
all
.
He
is
your
husband
on
a
precontract
.
To
bring
you
thus
together
’tis
no
sin
,
Sith
that
the
justice
of
your
title
to
him
Doth
flourish
the
deceit
.
Come
,
let
us
go
.
Our
corn’s
to
reap
,
for
yet
our
tithe’s
to
sow
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Provost
,
Pompey
,
and
Officer
.
Come
hither
,
sirrah
.
Can
you
cut
off
a
man’s
head
?
If
the
man
be
a
bachelor
,
sir
,
I
can
;
but
if
he
be
a
married
man
,
he’s
his
wife’s
head
,
and
I
can
never
cut
off
a
woman’s
head
.
Come
,
sir
,
leave
me
your
snatches
,
and
yield
me
a
direct
answer
.
Tomorrow
morning
are
to
die
Claudio
and
Barnardine
.
Here
is
in
our
prison
a
common
executioner
,
who
in
his
office
lacks
a
helper
.
If
you
will
take
it
on
you
to
assist
him
,
it
shall
redeem
you
from
your
gyves
;
if
not
,
you
shall
have
your
full
time
of
imprisonment
and
your
deliverance
with
an
unpitied
whipping
,
for
you
have
been
a
notorious
bawd
.
Sir
,
I
have
been
an
unlawful
bawd
time
out
of
mind
,
but
yet
I
will
be
content
to
be
a
lawful
ACT 4. SC. 2
hangman
.
I
would
be
glad
to
receive
some
instruction
from
my
fellow
partner
.
What
ho
,
Abhorson
!
—
Where’s
Abhorson
there
?
Enter
Abhorson
.
Do
you
call
,
sir
?
Sirrah
,
here’s
a
fellow
will
help
you
tomorrow
in
your
execution
.
If
you
think
it
meet
,
compound
with
him
by
the
year
and
let
him
abide
here
with
you
;
if
not
,
use
him
for
the
present
and
dismiss
him
.
He
cannot
plead
his
estimation
with
you
;
he
hath
been
a
bawd
.
A
bawd
,
sir
?
Fie
upon
him
!
He
will
discredit
our
mystery
.
Go
to
,
sir
;
you
weigh
equally
.
A
feather
will
turn
the
scale
.
He
exits
.
Pray
,
sir
,
by
your
good
favor
—
for
surely
,
sir
,
a
good
favor
you
have
,
but
that
you
have
a
hanging
look
—
do
you
call
,
sir
,
your
occupation
a
mystery
?
Ay
,
sir
,
a
mystery
.
Painting
,
sir
,
I
have
heard
say
,
is
a
mystery
;
and
your
whores
,
sir
,
being
members
of
my
occupation
,
using
painting
,
do
prove
my
occupation
a
mystery
;
but
what
mystery
there
should
be
in
hanging
,
if
I
should
be
hanged
,
I
cannot
imagine
.
Sir
,
it
is
a
mystery
.
Proof
?
Every
true
man’s
apparel
fits
your
thief
.
If
it
be
too
little
for
your
thief
,
your
true
man
thinks
it
big
enough
;
if
it
be
too
big
for
your
thief
,
your
thief
thinks
it
little
enough
.
So
every
true
man’s
apparel
fits
your
thief
.
Enter
Provost
.
Are
you
agreed
?
ACT 4. SC. 2
Sir
,
I
will
serve
him
,
for
I
do
find
your
hangman
is
a
more
penitent
trade
than
your
bawd
.
He
doth
oftener
ask
forgiveness
.
,
to
Abhorson
You
,
sirrah
,
provide
your
block
and
your
axe
tomorrow
,
four
o’clock
o’
clock
.
,
to
Pompey
Come
on
,
bawd
.
I
will
instruct
thee
in
my
trade
.
Follow
.
I
do
desire
to
learn
,
sir
;
and
I
hope
,
if
you
have
occasion
to
use
me
for
your
own
turn
,
you
shall
find
me
yare
.
For
truly
,
sir
,
for
your
kindness
,
I
owe
you
a
good
turn
.
Pompey
and
Abhorson
exit
.
,
to
Officer
Call
hither
Barnardine
and
Claudio
.
Officer
exits
.
Th’
one
has
my
pity
;
not
a
jot
the
other
,
Being
a
murderer
,
though
he
were
my
brother
.
Enter
Claudio
,
with
Officer
.
Look
,
here’s
the
warrant
,
Claudio
,
for
thy
death
.
’Tis
now
dead
midnight
,
and
by
eight
tomorrow
Thou
must
be
made
immortal
.
Where’s
Barnardine
?
As
fast
locked
up
in
sleep
as
guiltless
labor
When
it
lies
starkly
in
the
traveler’s
bones
.
He
will
not
wake
.
Who
can
do
good
on
him
?
Well
,
go
,
prepare
yourself
.
Knock
within
.
But
hark
,
what
noise
?
—
Heaven
give
your
spirits
comfort
.
Claudio
exits
,
with
Officer
.
Knock
within
.
By
and
by
!
—
I
hope
it
is
some
pardon
or
reprieve
For
the
most
gentle
Claudio
.
Enter
Duke
,
as
a
Friar
.
Welcome
,
father
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
,
as
Friar
The
best
and
wholesom’st
spirits
of
the
night
Envelop
you
,
good
provost
.
Who
called
here
of
late
?
None
since
the
curfew
rung
.
,
as
Friar
Not
Isabel
?
No
.
,
as
Friar
They
will
,
then
,
ere
’t
be
long
.
What
comfort
is
for
Claudio
?
,
as
Friar
There’s
some
in
hope
.
It
is
a
bitter
deputy
.
,
as
Friar
Not
so
,
not
so
.
His
life
is
paralleled
Even
with
the
stroke
and
line
of
his
great
justice
.
He
doth
with
holy
abstinence
subdue
That
in
himself
which
he
spurs
on
his
power
To
qualify
in
others
.
Were
he
mealed
with
that
Which
he
corrects
,
then
were
he
tyrannous
,
But
this
being
so
,
he’s
just
.
Knock
within
.
Now
are
they
come
.
Provost
exits
.
This
is
a
gentle
provost
.
Seldom
when
The
steelèd
jailer
is
the
friend
of
men
.
Enter
Provost
.
Knocking
continues
.
How
now
,
what
noise
?
That
spirit’s
possessed
with
haste
That
wounds
th’
unsisting
postern
with
these
strokes
.
There
he
must
stay
until
the
officer
Arise
to
let
him
in
.
He
is
called
up
.
,
as
Friar
Have
you
no
countermand
for
Claudio
yet
,
But
he
must
die
tomorrow
?
None
,
sir
,
none
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
,
as
Friar
As
near
the
dawning
,
provost
,
as
it
is
,
You
shall
hear
more
ere
morning
.
Happily
You
something
know
,
yet
I
believe
there
comes
No
countermand
.
No
such
example
have
we
.
Besides
,
upon
the
very
siege
of
justice
Lord
Angelo
hath
to
the
public
ear
Professed
the
contrary
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
This
is
his
Lordship’s
man
.
,
as
Friar
And
here
comes
Claudio’s
pardon
.
,
giving
Provost
a
paper
My
lord
hath
sent
you
this
note
,
and
by
me
this
further
charge
:
that
you
swerve
not
from
the
smallest
article
of
it
,
neither
in
time
,
matter
,
or
other
circumstance
.
Good
morrow
,
for
,
as
I
take
it
,
it
is
almost
day
.
I
shall
obey
him
.
Provost
reads
message
.
Messenger
exits
.
,
aside
This
is
his
pardon
,
purchased
by
such
sin
For
which
the
pardoner
himself
is
in
.
Hence
hath
offense
his
quick
celerity
When
it
is
borne
in
high
authority
.
When
vice
makes
mercy
,
mercy’s
so
extended
That
for
the
fault’s
love
is
th’
offender
friended
.
As
Friar
.
Now
,
sir
,
what
news
?
I
told
you
:
Lord
Angelo
,
belike
thinking
me
remiss
in
mine
office
,
awakens
me
with
this
unwonted
putting-on
,
methinks
strangely
;
for
he
hath
not
used
it
before
.
,
as
Friar
Pray
you
let’s
hear
.
,
reads
the
letter
.
Whatsoever
you
may
hear
to
the
contrary
,
let
Claudio
be
executed
by
four
of
the
clock
,
and
in
the
afternoon
ACT 4. SC. 2
Barnardine
.
For
my
better
satisfaction
,
let
me
have
Claudio’s
head
sent
me
by
five
.
Let
this
be
duly
performed
with
a
thought
that
more
depends
on
it
than
we
must
yet
deliver
.
Thus
fail
not
to
do
your
office
,
as
you
will
answer
it
at
your
peril
.
What
say
you
to
this
,
sir
?
,
as
Friar
What
is
that
Barnardine
who
is
to
be
executed
in
th’
afternoon
?
A
Bohemian
born
,
but
here
nursed
up
and
bred
;
one
that
is
a
prisoner
nine
years
old
.
,
as
Friar
How
came
it
that
the
absent
duke
had
not
either
delivered
him
to
his
liberty
,
or
executed
him
?
I
have
heard
it
was
ever
his
manner
to
do
so
.
His
friends
still
wrought
reprieves
for
him
;
and
indeed
his
fact
,
till
now
in
the
government
of
Lord
Angelo
,
came
not
to
an
undoubtful
proof
.
,
as
Friar
It
is
now
apparent
?
Most
manifest
,
and
not
denied
by
himself
.
,
as
Friar
Hath
he
borne
himself
penitently
in
prison
?
How
seems
he
to
be
touched
?
A
man
that
apprehends
death
no
more
dreadfully
but
as
a
drunken
sleep
;
careless
,
reckless
,
and
fearless
of
what’s
past
,
present
,
or
to
come
;
insensible
of
mortality
and
desperately
mortal
.
,
as
Friar
He
wants
advice
.
He
will
hear
none
.
He
hath
evermore
had
the
liberty
of
the
prison
;
give
him
leave
to
escape
hence
,
he
would
not
.
Drunk
many
times
a
day
,
if
not
many
days
entirely
drunk
.
We
have
very
oft
awaked
him
,
as
if
to
carry
him
to
execution
,
and
showed
him
a
seeming
warrant
for
it
.
It
hath
not
moved
him
at
all
.
,
as
Friar
More
of
him
anon
.
There
is
written
in
your
brow
,
provost
,
honesty
and
constancy
;
if
I
read
it
not
truly
,
my
ancient
skill
beguiles
me
.
But
in
the
boldness
of
my
cunning
,
I
will
lay
myself
in
hazard
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Claudio
,
whom
here
you
have
warrant
to
execute
,
is
no
greater
forfeit
to
the
law
than
Angelo
,
who
hath
sentenced
him
.
To
make
you
understand
this
in
a
manifested
effect
,
I
crave
but
four
days’
respite
,
for
the
which
you
are
to
do
me
both
a
present
and
a
dangerous
courtesy
.
Pray
,
sir
,
in
what
?
,
as
Friar
In
the
delaying
death
.
Alack
,
how
may
I
do
it
,
having
the
hour
limited
,
and
an
express
command
,
under
penalty
,
to
deliver
his
head
in
the
view
of
Angelo
?
I
may
make
my
case
as
Claudio’s
,
to
cross
this
in
the
smallest
.
,
as
Friar
By
the
vow
of
mine
order
I
warrant
you
,
if
my
instructions
may
be
your
guide
.
Let
this
Barnardine
be
this
morning
executed
and
his
head
borne
to
Angelo
.
Angelo
hath
seen
them
both
and
will
discover
the
favor
.
,
as
Friar
O
,
death’s
a
great
disguiser
,
and
you
may
add
to
it
.
Shave
the
head
and
tie
the
beard
,
and
say
it
was
the
desire
of
the
penitent
to
be
so
bared
before
his
death
.
You
know
the
course
is
common
.
If
anything
fall
to
you
upon
this
,
more
than
thanks
and
good
fortune
,
by
the
saint
whom
I
profess
,
I
will
plead
against
it
with
my
life
.
Pardon
me
,
good
father
,
it
is
against
my
oath
.
,
as
Friar
Were
you
sworn
to
the
Duke
or
to
the
Deputy
?
To
him
and
to
his
substitutes
.
,
as
Friar
You
will
think
you
have
made
no
offense
if
the
Duke
avouch
the
justice
of
your
dealing
?
But
what
likelihood
is
in
that
?
,
as
Friar
Not
a
resemblance
,
but
a
certainty
;
yet
since
I
see
you
fearful
,
that
neither
my
coat
,
integrity
,
ACT 4. SC. 3
nor
persuasion
can
with
ease
attempt
you
,
I
will
go
further
than
I
meant
,
to
pluck
all
fears
out
of
you
.
Look
you
,
sir
,
here
is
the
hand
and
seal
of
the
Duke
.
He
shows
the
Provost
a
paper
.
You
know
the
character
,
I
doubt
not
,
and
the
signet
is
not
strange
to
you
.
I
know
them
both
.
,
as
Friar
The
contents
of
this
is
the
return
of
the
Duke
;
you
shall
anon
overread
it
at
your
pleasure
,
where
you
shall
find
within
these
two
days
he
will
be
here
.
This
is
a
thing
that
Angelo
knows
not
,
for
he
this
very
day
receives
letters
of
strange
tenor
,
perchance
of
the
Duke’s
death
,
perchance
entering
into
some
monastery
,
but
by
chance
nothing
of
what
is
writ
.
Look
,
th’
unfolding
star
calls
up
the
shepherd
.
Put
not
yourself
into
amazement
how
these
things
should
be
.
All
difficulties
are
but
easy
when
they
are
known
.
Call
your
executioner
,
and
off
with
Barnardine’s
head
.
I
will
give
him
a
present
shrift
,
and
advise
him
for
a
better
place
.
Yet
you
are
amazed
,
but
this
shall
absolutely
resolve
you
.
He
gives
the
Provost
the
paper
.
Come
away
;
it
is
almost
clear
dawn
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Pompey
.
I
am
as
well
acquainted
here
as
I
was
in
our
house
of
profession
.
One
would
think
it
were
Mistress
Overdone’s
own
house
,
for
here
be
many
of
her
old
customers
.
First
,
here’s
young
Master
Rash
.
He’s
in
for
a
commodity
of
brown
paper
and
old
ginger
,
ninescore
and
seventeen
pounds
,
of
which
he
made
five
marks
ready
money
.
Marry
,
then
ACT 4. SC. 3
ginger
was
not
much
in
request
,
for
the
old
women
were
all
dead
.
Then
is
there
here
one
Master
Caper
,
at
the
suit
of
Master
Three-pile
the
mercer
,
for
some
four
suits
of
peach-colored
satin
,
which
now
peaches
him
a
beggar
.
Then
have
we
here
young
Dizzy
and
young
Master
Deep-vow
,
and
Master
Copper-spur
and
Master
Starve-lackey
the
rapier-and-dagger
man
,
and
young
Drop-heir
that
killed
lusty
Pudding
,
and
Master
Forth-light
the
tilter
,
and
brave
Master
Shoe-tie
the
great
traveler
,
and
wild
Half-can
that
stabbed
Pots
,
and
I
think
forty
more
,
all
great
doers
in
our
trade
,
and
are
now
for
the
Lord’s
sake
.
Enter
Abhorson
.
Sirrah
,
bring
Barnardine
hither
.
,
calling
Master
Barnardine
,
you
must
rise
and
be
hanged
,
Master
Barnardine
.
,
calling
What
ho
,
Barnardine
!
,
within
A
pox
o’
your
throats
!
Who
makes
that
noise
there
?
What
are
you
?
,
calling
to
Barnardine
offstage
Your
friends
,
sir
,
the
hangman
.
You
must
be
so
good
,
sir
,
to
rise
and
be
put
to
death
.
,
within
Away
,
you
rogue
,
away
!
I
am
sleepy
.
,
to
Pompey
Tell
him
he
must
awake
,
and
that
quickly
too
.
,
calling
Pray
,
Master
Barnardine
,
awake
till
you
are
executed
,
and
sleep
afterwards
.
Go
in
to
him
,
and
fetch
him
out
.
He
is
coming
,
sir
,
he
is
coming
.
I
hear
his
straw
rustle
.
Is
the
axe
upon
the
block
,
sirrah
?
Very
ready
,
sir
.
Enter
Barnardine
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
How
now
,
Abhorson
?
What’s
the
news
with
you
?
Truly
,
sir
,
I
would
desire
you
to
clap
into
your
prayers
,
for
,
look
you
,
the
warrant’s
come
.
You
rogue
,
I
have
been
drinking
all
night
.
I
am
not
fitted
for
’t
.
O
,
the
better
,
sir
,
for
he
that
drinks
all
night
and
is
hanged
betimes
in
the
morning
may
sleep
the
sounder
all
the
next
day
.
Enter
Duke
,
as
a
Friar
.
,
to
Barnardine
Look
you
,
sir
,
here
comes
your
ghostly
father
.
Do
we
jest
now
,
think
you
?
,
as
Friar
,
to
Barnardine
Sir
,
induced
by
my
charity
,
and
hearing
how
hastily
you
are
to
depart
,
I
am
come
to
advise
you
,
comfort
you
,
and
pray
with
you
.
Friar
,
not
I
.
I
have
been
drinking
hard
all
night
,
and
I
will
have
more
time
to
prepare
me
,
or
they
shall
beat
out
my
brains
with
billets
.
I
will
not
consent
to
die
this
day
,
that’s
certain
.
,
as
Friar
O
,
sir
,
you
must
.
And
therefore
I
beseech
you
look
forward
on
the
journey
you
shall
go
.
I
swear
I
will
not
die
today
for
any
man’s
persuasion
.
,
as
Friar
But
hear
you
—
Not
a
word
.
If
you
have
anything
to
say
to
me
,
come
to
my
ward
,
for
thence
will
not
I
today
.
He
exits
.
,
as
Friar
Unfit
to
live
or
die
.
O
gravel
heart
!
After
him
,
fellows
;
bring
him
to
the
block
.
Abhorson
and
Pompey
exit
.
Enter
Provost
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Now
,
sir
,
how
do
you
find
the
prisoner
?
,
as
Friar
A
creature
unprepared
,
unmeet
for
death
,
And
to
transport
him
in
the
mind
he
is
Were
damnable
.
Here
in
the
prison
,
father
,
There
died
this
morning
of
a
cruel
fever
One
Ragozine
,
a
most
notorious
pirate
,
A
man
of
Claudio’s
years
,
his
beard
and
head
Just
of
his
color
.
What
if
we
do
omit
This
reprobate
till
he
were
well
inclined
,
And
satisfy
the
Deputy
with
the
visage
Of
Ragozine
,
more
like
to
Claudio
?
,
as
Friar
O
,
’tis
an
accident
that
heaven
provides
!
Dispatch
it
presently
.
The
hour
draws
on
Prefixed
by
Angelo
.
See
this
be
done
And
sent
according
to
command
,
whiles
I
Persuade
this
rude
wretch
willingly
to
die
.
This
shall
be
done
,
good
father
,
presently
.
But
Barnardine
must
die
this
afternoon
,
And
how
shall
we
continue
Claudio
,
To
save
me
from
the
danger
that
might
come
If
he
were
known
alive
?
,
as
Friar
Let
this
be
done
:
Put
them
in
secret
holds
,
both
Barnardine
and
Claudio
.
Ere
twice
the
sun
hath
made
his
journal
greeting
To
yonder
generation
,
you
shall
find
Your
safety
manifested
.
I
am
your
free
dependent
.
,
as
Friar
Quick
,
dispatch
,
and
send
the
head
to
Angelo
.
Provost
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Now
will
I
write
letters
to
Angelo
—
The
Provost
he
shall
bear
them
—
whose
contents
Shall
witness
to
him
I
am
near
at
home
And
that
by
great
injunctions
I
am
bound
To
enter
publicly
.
Him
I’ll
desire
To
meet
me
at
the
consecrated
fount
A
league
below
the
city
;
and
from
thence
,
By
cold
gradation
and
well-balanced
form
,
We
shall
proceed
with
Angelo
.
Enter
Provost
,
carrying
a
head
.
Here
is
the
head
.
I’ll
carry
it
myself
.
,
as
Friar
Convenient
is
it
.
Make
a
swift
return
,
For
I
would
commune
with
you
of
such
things
That
want
no
ear
but
yours
.
I’ll
make
all
speed
.
He
exits
.
,
within
Peace
,
ho
,
be
here
.
The
tongue
of
Isabel
.
She’s
come
to
know
If
yet
her
brother’s
pardon
be
come
hither
.
But
I
will
keep
her
ignorant
of
her
good
To
make
her
heavenly
comforts
of
despair
When
it
is
least
expected
.
Enter
Isabella
.
Ho
,
by
your
leave
.
,
as
Friar
Good
morning
to
you
,
fair
and
gracious
daughter
.
The
better
,
given
me
by
so
holy
a
man
.
Hath
yet
the
Deputy
sent
my
brother’s
pardon
?
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
as
Friar
He
hath
released
him
,
Isabel
,
from
the
world
.
His
head
is
off
,
and
sent
to
Angelo
.
Nay
,
but
it
is
not
so
.
,
as
Friar
It
is
no
other
.
Show
your
wisdom
,
daughter
,
in
your
close
patience
.
O
,
I
will
to
him
and
pluck
out
his
eyes
!
,
as
Friar
You
shall
not
be
admitted
to
his
sight
.
Unhappy
Claudio
,
wretched
Isabel
,
Injurious
world
,
most
damnèd
Angelo
!
,
as
Friar
This
nor
hurts
him
nor
profits
you
a
jot
.
Forbear
it
,
therefore
;
give
your
cause
to
heaven
.
Mark
what
I
say
,
which
you
shall
find
By
every
syllable
a
faithful
verity
.
The
Duke
comes
home
tomorrow
—
nay
,
dry
your
eyes
.
One
of
our
convent
,
and
his
confessor
,
Gives
me
this
instance
.
Already
he
hath
carried
Notice
to
Escalus
and
Angelo
,
Who
do
prepare
to
meet
him
at
the
gates
,
There
to
give
up
their
power
.
If
you
can
,
pace
your
wisdom
In
that
good
path
that
I
would
wish
it
go
,
And
you
shall
have
your
bosom
on
this
wretch
,
Grace
of
the
Duke
,
revenges
to
your
heart
,
And
general
honor
.
I
am
directed
by
you
.
,
as
Friar
,
showing
her
a
paper
This
letter
,
then
,
to
Friar
Peter
give
.
’Tis
that
he
sent
me
of
the
Duke’s
return
.
Say
,
by
this
token
,
I
desire
his
company
ACT 4. SC. 3
At
Mariana’s
house
tonight
.
Her
cause
and
yours
I’ll
perfect
him
withal
,
and
he
shall
bring
you
Before
the
Duke
,
and
to
the
head
of
Angelo
Accuse
him
home
and
home
.
For
my
poor
self
,
I
am
combinèd
by
a
sacred
vow
And
shall
be
absent
.
Wend
you
with
this
letter
.
He
hands
her
the
paper
.
Command
these
fretting
waters
from
your
eyes
With
a
light
heart
.
Trust
not
my
holy
order
If
I
pervert
your
course
.
—
Who’s
here
?
Enter
Lucio
.
Good
even
,
friar
,
where’s
the
Provost
?
,
as
Friar
Not
within
,
sir
.
O
,
pretty
Isabella
,
I
am
pale
at
mine
heart
to
see
thine
eyes
so
red
.
Thou
must
be
patient
.
I
am
fain
to
dine
and
sup
with
water
and
bran
.
I
dare
not
for
my
head
fill
my
belly
.
One
fruitful
meal
would
set
me
to
’t
.
But
they
say
the
Duke
will
be
here
tomorrow
.
By
my
troth
,
Isabel
,
I
loved
thy
brother
.
If
the
old
fantastical
duke
of
dark
corners
had
been
at
home
,
he
had
lived
.
Isabella
exits
.
,
as
Friar
Sir
,
the
Duke
is
marvelous
little
beholding
to
your
reports
,
but
the
best
is
,
he
lives
not
in
them
.
Friar
,
thou
knowest
not
the
Duke
so
well
as
I
do
.
He’s
a
better
woodman
than
thou
tak’st
him
for
.
,
as
Friar
Well
,
you’ll
answer
this
one
day
.
Fare
you
well
.
Nay
,
tarry
,
I’ll
go
along
with
thee
.
I
can
tell
thee
pretty
tales
of
the
Duke
.
,
as
Friar
You
have
told
me
too
many
of
him
already
,
sir
,
if
they
be
true
;
if
not
true
,
none
were
enough
.
I
was
once
before
him
for
getting
a
wench
with
child
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
,
as
Friar
Did
you
such
a
thing
?
Yes
,
marry
,
did
I
,
but
I
was
fain
to
forswear
it
.
They
would
else
have
married
me
to
the
rotten
medlar
.
,
as
Friar
Sir
,
your
company
is
fairer
than
honest
.
Rest
you
well
.
By
my
troth
,
I’ll
go
with
thee
to
the
lane’s
end
.
If
bawdy
talk
offend
you
,
we’ll
have
very
little
of
it
.
Nay
,
friar
,
I
am
a
kind
of
burr
.
I
shall
stick
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Angelo
and
Escalus
.
Every
letter
he
hath
writ
hath
disvouched
other
.
In
most
uneven
and
distracted
manner
.
His
actions
show
much
like
to
madness
.
Pray
heaven
his
wisdom
be
not
tainted
.
And
why
meet
him
at
the
gates
and
deliver
our
authorities
there
?
I
guess
not
.
And
why
should
we
proclaim
it
in
an
hour
before
his
entering
,
that
if
any
crave
redress
of
injustice
,
they
should
exhibit
their
petitions
in
the
street
?
He
shows
his
reason
for
that
:
to
have
a
dispatch
of
complaints
,
and
to
deliver
us
from
devices
hereafter
,
which
shall
then
have
no
power
to
stand
against
us
.
Well
,
I
beseech
you
let
it
be
proclaimed
.
Betimes
i’
th’
morn
,
I’ll
call
you
at
your
house
.
Give
notice
to
such
men
of
sort
and
suit
as
are
to
meet
him
.
I
shall
,
sir
.
Fare
you
well
.
ACT 4. SC. 5
Good
night
.
Escalus
exits
.
This
deed
unshapes
me
quite
,
makes
me
unpregnant
And
dull
to
all
proceedings
.
A
deflowered
maid
,
And
by
an
eminent
body
that
enforced
The
law
against
it
.
But
that
her
tender
shame
Will
not
proclaim
against
her
maiden
loss
,
How
might
she
tongue
me
!
Yet
reason
dares
her
no
,
For
my
authority
bears
of
a
credent
bulk
That
no
particular
scandal
once
can
touch
But
it
confounds
the
breather
.
He
should
have
lived
,
Save
that
his
riotous
youth
with
dangerous
sense
Might
in
the
times
to
come
have
ta’en
revenge
By
so
receiving
a
dishonored
life
With
ransom
of
such
shame
.
Would
yet
he
had
lived
.
Alack
,
when
once
our
grace
we
have
forgot
,
Nothing
goes
right
.
We
would
,
and
we
would
not
.
He
exits
.
Scene
5
Enter
Duke
and
Friar
Peter
.
,
giving
the
Friar
papers
.
These
letters
at
fit
time
deliver
me
.
The
Provost
knows
our
purpose
and
our
plot
.
The
matter
being
afoot
,
keep
your
instruction
And
hold
you
ever
to
our
special
drift
,
Though
sometimes
you
do
blench
from
this
to
that
As
cause
doth
minister
.
Go
call
at
Flavius’
house
And
tell
him
where
I
stay
.
Give
the
like
notice
To
Valencius
,
Rowland
,
and
to
Crassus
,
And
bid
them
bring
the
trumpets
to
the
gate
.
But
send
me
Flavius
first
.
It
shall
be
speeded
well
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Varrius
.
ACT 4. SC. 6
I
thank
thee
,
Varrius
.
Thou
hast
made
good
haste
.
Come
,
we
will
walk
.
There’s
other
of
our
friends
Will
greet
us
here
anon
.
My
gentle
Varrius
.
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Enter
Isabella
and
Mariana
.
To
speak
so
indirectly
I
am
loath
.
I
would
say
the
truth
,
but
to
accuse
him
so
That
is
your
part
;
yet
I
am
advised
to
do
it
,
He
says
,
to
veil
full
purpose
.
Be
ruled
by
him
.
Besides
,
he
tells
me
that
,
if
peradventure
He
speak
against
me
on
the
adverse
side
,
I
should
not
think
it
strange
,
for
’tis
a
physic
That’s
bitter
to
sweet
end
.
I
would
Friar
Peter
—
Enter
Friar
Peter
.
O
peace
,
the
Friar
is
come
.
Come
,
I
have
found
you
out
a
stand
most
fit
,
Where
you
may
have
such
vantage
on
the
Duke
He
shall
not
pass
you
.
Twice
have
the
trumpets
sounded
.
The
generous
and
gravest
citizens
Have
hent
the
gates
,
and
very
near
upon
The
Duke
is
entering
.
Therefore
hence
,
away
.
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Duke
,
Varrius
,
Lords
,
Angelo
,
Escalus
,
Lucio
,
Provost
,
Officers
,
and
Citizens
at
several
doors
.
,
to
Angelo
My
very
worthy
cousin
,
fairly
met
.
To
Escalus
.
Our
old
and
faithful
friend
,
we
are
glad
to
see
you
.
Happy
return
be
to
your
royal
Grace
.
Many
and
hearty
thankings
to
you
both
.
We
have
made
inquiry
of
you
,
and
we
hear
Such
goodness
of
your
justice
that
our
soul
Cannot
but
yield
you
forth
to
public
thanks
,
Forerunning
more
requital
.
You
make
my
bonds
still
greater
.
O
,
your
desert
speaks
loud
,
and
I
should
wrong
it
To
lock
it
in
the
wards
of
covert
bosom
When
it
deserves
with
characters
of
brass
A
forted
residence
’gainst
the
tooth
of
time
And
razure
of
oblivion
.
Give
me
your
hand
And
let
the
subject
see
,
to
make
them
know
That
outward
courtesies
would
fain
proclaim
Favors
that
keep
within
.
—
Come
,
Escalus
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
You
must
walk
by
us
on
our
other
hand
.
And
good
supporters
are
you
.
Enter
Friar
Peter
and
Isabella
.
,
to
Isabella
Now
is
your
time
.
Speak
loud
,
and
kneel
before
him
.
,
kneeling
Justice
,
O
royal
duke
.
Vail
your
regard
Upon
a
wronged
—
I
would
fain
have
said
,
a
maid
.
O
worthy
prince
,
dishonor
not
your
eye
By
throwing
it
on
any
other
object
Till
you
have
heard
me
in
my
true
complaint
And
given
me
justice
,
justice
,
justice
,
justice
.
Relate
your
wrongs
.
In
what
,
by
whom
?
Be
brief
.
Here
is
Lord
Angelo
shall
give
you
justice
.
Reveal
yourself
to
him
.
O
worthy
duke
,
You
bid
me
seek
redemption
of
the
devil
.
Hear
me
yourself
,
for
that
which
I
must
speak
Must
either
punish
me
,
not
being
believed
,
Or
wring
redress
from
you
.
Hear
me
,
O
hear
me
,
here
.
My
lord
,
her
wits
,
I
fear
me
,
are
not
firm
.
She
hath
been
a
suitor
to
me
for
her
brother
Cut
off
by
course
of
justice
.
,
standing
By
course
of
justice
!
And
she
will
speak
most
bitterly
and
strange
.
Most
strange
,
but
yet
most
truly
will
I
speak
.
That
Angelo’s
forsworn
,
is
it
not
strange
?
That
Angelo’s
a
murderer
,
is
’t
not
strange
?
That
Angelo
is
an
adulterous
thief
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
An
hypocrite
,
a
virgin-violator
,
Is
it
not
strange
,
and
strange
?
Nay
,
it
is
ten
times
strange
.
It
is
not
truer
he
is
Angelo
Than
this
is
all
as
true
as
it
is
strange
.
Nay
,
it
is
ten
times
true
,
for
truth
is
truth
To
th’
end
of
reck’ning
.
Away
with
her
.
Poor
soul
,
She
speaks
this
in
th’
infirmity
of
sense
.
O
prince
,
I
conjure
thee
,
as
thou
believest
There
is
another
comfort
than
this
world
,
That
thou
neglect
me
not
with
that
opinion
That
I
am
touched
with
madness
.
Make
not
impossible
That
which
but
seems
unlike
.
’Tis
not
impossible
But
one
,
the
wicked’st
caitiff
on
the
ground
,
May
seem
as
shy
,
as
grave
,
as
just
,
as
absolute
As
Angelo
.
Even
so
may
Angelo
,
In
all
his
dressings
,
caracts
,
titles
,
forms
,
Be
an
archvillain
.
Believe
it
,
royal
prince
,
If
he
be
less
,
he’s
nothing
,
but
he’s
more
,
Had
I
more
name
for
badness
.
By
mine
honesty
,
If
she
be
mad
—
as
I
believe
no
other
—
Her
madness
hath
the
oddest
frame
of
sense
,
Such
a
dependency
of
thing
on
thing
,
As
e’er
I
heard
in
madness
.
O
gracious
duke
,
Harp
not
on
that
;
nor
do
not
banish
reason
For
inequality
,
but
let
your
reason
serve
To
make
the
truth
appear
where
it
seems
hid
,
And
hide
the
false
seems
true
.
Many
that
are
not
mad
Have
,
sure
,
more
lack
of
reason
.
What
would
you
say
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
I
am
the
sister
of
one
Claudio
,
Condemned
upon
the
act
of
fornication
To
lose
his
head
,
condemned
by
Angelo
.
I
,
in
probation
of
a
sisterhood
,
Was
sent
to
by
my
brother
;
one
Lucio
As
then
the
messenger
—
,
to
Duke
That’s
I
,
an
’t
like
your
Grace
.
I
came
to
her
from
Claudio
and
desired
her
To
try
her
gracious
fortune
with
Lord
Angelo
For
her
poor
brother’s
pardon
.
,
to
Duke
That’s
he
indeed
.
,
to
Lucio
You
were
not
bid
to
speak
.
No
,
my
good
lord
,
Nor
wished
to
hold
my
peace
.
I
wish
you
now
,
then
.
Pray
you
take
note
of
it
,
and
when
you
have
A
business
for
yourself
,
pray
heaven
you
then
Be
perfect
.
I
warrant
your
Honor
.
The
warrant’s
for
yourself
.
Take
heed
to
’t
.
This
gentleman
told
somewhat
of
my
tale
.
Right
.
It
may
be
right
,
but
you
are
i’
the
wrong
To
speak
before
your
time
.
—
Proceed
.
I
went
To
this
pernicious
caitiff
deputy
—
That’s
somewhat
madly
spoken
.
Pardon
it
;
The
phrase
is
to
the
matter
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Mended
again
.
The
matter
;
proceed
.
In
brief
,
to
set
the
needless
process
by
:
How
I
persuaded
,
how
I
prayed
and
kneeled
,
How
he
refelled
me
,
and
how
I
replied
—
For
this
was
of
much
length
—
the
vile
conclusion
I
now
begin
with
grief
and
shame
to
utter
.
He
would
not
,
but
by
gift
of
my
chaste
body
To
his
concupiscible
intemperate
lust
,
Release
my
brother
;
and
after
much
debatement
,
My
sisterly
remorse
confutes
mine
honor
,
And
I
did
yield
to
him
.
But
the
next
morn
betimes
,
His
purpose
surfeiting
,
he
sends
a
warrant
For
my
poor
brother’s
head
.
This
is
most
likely
!
O
,
that
it
were
as
like
as
it
is
true
!
By
heaven
,
fond
wretch
,
thou
know’st
not
what
thou
speak’st
,
Or
else
thou
art
suborned
against
his
honor
In
hateful
practice
.
First
,
his
integrity
Stands
without
blemish
;
next
,
it
imports
no
reason
That
with
such
vehemency
he
should
pursue
Faults
proper
to
himself
.
If
he
had
so
offended
,
He
would
have
weighed
thy
brother
by
himself
And
not
have
cut
him
off
.
Someone
hath
set
you
on
.
Confess
the
truth
,
and
say
by
whose
advice
Thou
cam’st
here
to
complain
.
And
is
this
all
?
Then
,
O
you
blessèd
ministers
above
,
Keep
me
in
patience
,
and
with
ripened
time
Unfold
the
evil
which
is
here
wrapped
up
In
countenance
.
Heaven
shield
your
Grace
from
woe
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
As
I
,
thus
wronged
,
hence
unbelievèd
go
.
I
know
you’d
fain
be
gone
.
—
An
officer
!
An
Officer
comes
forward
.
To
prison
with
her
.
Shall
we
thus
permit
A
blasting
and
a
scandalous
breath
to
fall
On
him
so
near
us
?
This
needs
must
be
a
practice
.
—
Who
knew
of
your
intent
and
coming
hither
?
One
that
I
would
were
here
,
Friar
Lodowick
.
Officer
exits
with
Isabella
.
A
ghostly
father
,
belike
.
Who
knows
that
Lodowick
?
My
lord
,
I
know
him
.
’Tis
a
meddling
friar
.
I
do
not
like
the
man
.
Had
he
been
lay
,
my
lord
,
For
certain
words
he
spake
against
your
Grace
In
your
retirement
,
I
had
swinged
him
soundly
.
Words
against
me
?
This’
a
good
friar
,
belike
.
And
to
set
on
this
wretched
woman
here
Against
our
substitute
!
Let
this
friar
be
found
.
But
yesternight
,
my
lord
,
she
and
that
friar
,
I
saw
them
at
the
prison
.
A
saucy
friar
,
A
very
scurvy
fellow
.
,
to
Duke
Blessed
be
your
royal
Grace
.
I
have
stood
by
,
my
lord
,
and
I
have
heard
Your
royal
ear
abused
.
First
hath
this
woman
Most
wrongfully
accused
your
substitute
,
Who
is
as
free
from
touch
or
soil
with
her
As
she
from
one
ungot
.
We
did
believe
no
less
.
Know
you
that
Friar
Lodowick
that
she
speaks
of
?
I
know
him
for
a
man
divine
and
holy
,
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Not
scurvy
,
nor
a
temporary
meddler
,
As
he’s
reported
by
this
gentleman
;
And
on
my
trust
,
a
man
that
never
yet
Did
,
as
he
vouches
,
misreport
your
Grace
.
My
lord
,
most
villainously
,
believe
it
.
Well
,
he
in
time
may
come
to
clear
himself
;
But
at
this
instant
he
is
sick
,
my
lord
,
Of
a
strange
fever
.
Upon
his
mere
request
,
Being
come
to
knowledge
that
there
was
complaint
Intended
’gainst
Lord
Angelo
,
came
I
hither
To
speak
as
from
his
mouth
,
what
he
doth
know
Is
true
and
false
,
and
what
he
with
his
oath
And
all
probation
will
make
up
full
clear
Whensoever
he’s
convented
.
First
,
for
this
woman
,
To
justify
this
worthy
nobleman
,
So
vulgarly
and
personally
accused
,
Her
shall
you
hear
disprovèd
to
her
eyes
Till
she
herself
confess
it
.
Good
friar
,
let’s
hear
it
.
—
Do
you
not
smile
at
this
,
Lord
Angelo
?
O
heaven
,
the
vanity
of
wretched
fools
!
—
Give
us
some
seats
.
—
Come
,
cousin
Angelo
,
In
this
I’ll
be
impartial
.
Be
you
judge
Of
your
own
cause
.
Duke
and
Angelo
are
seated
.
Enter
Mariana
,
veiled
.
Is
this
the
witness
,
friar
?
First
,
let
her
show
her
face
,
and
after
speak
.
Pardon
,
my
lord
,
I
will
not
show
my
face
Until
my
husband
bid
me
.
What
,
are
you
married
?
No
,
my
lord
.
Are
you
a
maid
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
No
,
my
lord
.
A
widow
,
then
?
Neither
,
my
lord
.
Why
you
are
nothing
,
then
,
neither
maid
,
widow
,
nor
wife
?
My
lord
,
she
may
be
a
punk
,
for
many
of
them
are
neither
maid
,
widow
,
nor
wife
.
Silence
that
fellow
.
I
would
he
had
some
cause
to
prattle
for
himself
.
Well
,
my
lord
.
My
lord
,
I
do
confess
I
ne’er
was
married
,
And
I
confess
besides
I
am
no
maid
.
I
have
known
my
husband
,
yet
my
husband
Knows
not
that
ever
he
knew
me
.
He
was
drunk
,
then
,
my
lord
;
it
can
be
no
better
.
For
the
benefit
of
silence
,
would
thou
wert
so
too
.
Well
,
my
lord
.
This
is
no
witness
for
Lord
Angelo
.
Now
I
come
to
’t
,
my
lord
.
She
that
accuses
him
of
fornication
In
selfsame
manner
doth
accuse
my
husband
,
And
charges
him
,
my
lord
,
with
such
a
time
When
,
I’ll
depose
,
I
had
him
in
mine
arms
With
all
th’
effect
of
love
.
Charges
she
more
than
me
?
Not
that
I
know
.
No
?
You
say
your
husband
.
Why
,
just
,
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
.
This
is
a
strange
abuse
.
Let’s
see
thy
face
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
My
husband
bids
me
.
Now
I
will
unmask
.
She
removes
her
veil
.
This
is
that
face
,
thou
cruel
Angelo
,
Which
once
thou
swor’st
was
worth
the
looking
on
.
This
is
the
hand
which
,
with
a
vowed
contract
,
Was
fast
belocked
in
thine
.
This
is
the
body
That
took
away
the
match
from
Isabel
And
did
supply
thee
at
thy
garden
house
In
her
imagined
person
.
,
to
Angelo
Know
you
this
woman
?
Carnally
,
she
says
.
Sirrah
,
no
more
.
Enough
,
my
lord
.
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
promisèd
proportions
Came
short
of
composition
,
but
in
chief
For
that
her
reputation
was
disvalued
In
levity
.
Since
which
time
of
five
years
I
never
spake
with
her
,
saw
her
,
nor
heard
from
her
,
Upon
my
faith
and
honor
.
,
kneeling
,
to
Duke
Noble
prince
,
As
there
comes
light
from
heaven
and
words
from
breath
,
As
there
is
sense
in
truth
and
truth
in
virtue
,
I
am
affianced
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
knees
,
Or
else
forever
be
confixèd
here
A
marble
monument
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
I
did
but
smile
till
now
.
Now
,
good
my
lord
,
give
me
the
scope
of
justice
.
My
patience
here
is
touched
.
I
do
perceive
These
poor
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
.
Ay
,
with
my
heart
,
And
punish
them
to
your
height
of
pleasure
.
—
Thou
foolish
friar
,
and
thou
pernicious
woman
,
Compact
with
her
that’s
gone
,
think’st
thou
thy
oaths
,
Though
they
would
swear
down
each
particular
saint
,
Were
testimonies
against
his
worth
and
credit
That’s
sealed
in
approbation
?
—
You
,
Lord
Escalus
,
Sit
with
my
cousin
;
lend
him
your
kind
pains
To
find
out
this
abuse
,
whence
’tis
derived
.
The
Duke
rises
.
Escalus
is
seated
.
There
is
another
friar
that
set
them
on
.
Let
him
be
sent
for
.
Would
he
were
here
,
my
lord
,
for
he
indeed
Hath
set
the
women
on
to
this
complaint
;
Your
provost
knows
the
place
where
he
abides
,
And
he
may
fetch
him
.
,
to
Provost
Go
,
do
it
instantly
.
Provost
exits
.
To
Angelo
.
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
not
you
till
you
have
Well
determined
upon
these
slanderers
.
My
lord
,
we’ll
do
it
throughly
.
Duke
exits
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Signior
Lucio
,
did
not
you
say
you
knew
that
Friar
Lodowick
to
be
a
dishonest
person
?
Cucullus
non
facit
monachum
,
honest
in
nothing
but
in
his
clothes
,
and
one
that
hath
spoke
most
villainous
speeches
of
the
Duke
.
We
shall
entreat
you
to
abide
here
till
he
come
,
and
enforce
them
against
him
.
We
shall
find
this
friar
a
notable
fellow
.
As
any
in
Vienna
,
on
my
word
.
Call
that
same
Isabel
here
once
again
.
I
would
speak
with
her
.
An
Attendant
exits
.
To
Angelo
.
Pray
you
,
my
lord
,
give
me
leave
to
question
.
You
shall
see
how
I’ll
handle
her
.
Not
better
than
he
,
by
her
own
report
.
Say
you
?
Marry
,
sir
,
I
think
,
if
you
handled
her
privately
,
she
would
sooner
confess
;
perchance
publicly
she’ll
be
ashamed
.
I
will
go
darkly
to
work
with
her
.
That’s
the
way
,
for
women
are
light
at
midnight
.
Enter
Duke
as
a
Friar
,
Provost
,
and
Isabella
,
with
Officers
.
,
to
Isabella
Come
on
,
mistress
.
Here’s
a
gentlewoman
denies
all
that
you
have
said
.
My
lord
,
here
comes
the
rascal
I
spoke
of
,
here
with
the
Provost
.
In
very
good
time
.
Speak
not
you
to
him
till
we
call
upon
you
.
Mum
.
,
to
disguised
Duke
Come
,
sir
,
did
you
set
these
women
on
to
slander
Lord
Angelo
?
They
have
confessed
you
did
.
,
as
Friar
’Tis
false
.
How
?
Know
you
where
you
are
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
,
as
Friar
Respect
to
your
great
place
,
and
let
the
devil
Be
sometime
honored
for
his
burning
throne
.
Where
is
the
Duke
?
’Tis
he
should
hear
me
speak
.
The
Duke’s
in
us
,
and
we
will
hear
you
speak
.
Look
you
speak
justly
.
,
as
Friar
Boldly
,
at
least
.
—
But
,
O
,
poor
souls
,
Come
you
to
seek
the
lamb
here
of
the
fox
?
Good
night
to
your
redress
.
Is
the
Duke
gone
?
Then
is
your
cause
gone
too
.
The
Duke’s
unjust
Thus
to
retort
your
manifest
appeal
,
And
put
your
trial
in
the
villain’s
mouth
Which
here
you
come
to
accuse
.
This
is
the
rascal
;
this
is
he
I
spoke
of
.
,
to
disguised
Duke
Why
,
thou
unreverend
and
unhallowed
friar
,
Is
’t
not
enough
thou
hast
suborned
these
women
To
accuse
this
worthy
man
,
but
,
in
foul
mouth
And
in
the
witness
of
his
proper
ear
,
To
call
him
villain
?
And
then
to
glance
from
him
To
th’
Duke
himself
,
to
tax
him
with
injustice
?
—
Take
him
hence
.
To
th’
rack
with
him
.
We’ll
touse
him
Joint
by
joint
,
but
we
will
know
his
purpose
.
What
?
Unjust
?
,
as
Friar
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’errun
the
stew
.
Laws
for
all
faults
,
But
faults
so
countenanced
that
the
strong
statutes
ACT 5. SC. 1
Stand
like
the
forfeits
in
a
barber’s
shop
,
As
much
in
mock
as
mark
.
Slander
to
th’
state
!
Away
with
him
to
prison
.
,
to
Lucio
What
can
you
vouch
against
him
,
Signior
Lucio
?
Is
this
the
man
that
you
did
tell
us
of
?
’Tis
he
,
my
lord
.
—
Come
hither
,
Goodman
Baldpate
.
Do
you
know
me
?
,
as
Friar
I
remember
you
,
sir
,
by
the
sound
of
your
voice
.
I
met
you
at
the
prison
in
the
absence
of
the
Duke
.
O
,
did
you
so
?
And
do
you
remember
what
you
said
of
the
Duke
?
,
as
Friar
Most
notedly
,
sir
.
Do
you
so
,
sir
?
And
was
the
Duke
a
fleshmonger
,
a
fool
,
and
a
coward
,
as
you
then
reported
him
to
be
?
,
as
Friar
You
must
,
sir
,
change
persons
with
me
ere
you
make
that
my
report
.
You
indeed
spoke
so
of
him
,
and
much
more
,
much
worse
.
O
,
thou
damnable
fellow
!
Did
not
I
pluck
thee
by
the
nose
for
thy
speeches
?
,
as
Friar
I
protest
I
love
the
Duke
as
I
love
myself
.
Hark
how
the
villain
would
close
now
,
after
his
treasonable
abuses
!
Such
a
fellow
is
not
to
be
talked
withal
.
Away
with
him
to
prison
.
Where
is
the
Provost
?
Provost
comes
forward
.
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
.
Provost
seizes
the
disguised
Duke
.
,
as
Friar
Stay
,
sir
,
stay
awhile
.
What
,
resists
he
?
—
Help
him
,
Lucio
.
,
to
the
disguised
Duke
Come
,
sir
,
come
,
sir
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
come
,
sir
.
Foh
,
sir
!
Why
you
bald-pated
,
lying
rascal
,
you
must
be
hooded
,
must
you
?
Show
your
knave’s
visage
,
with
a
pox
to
you
!
Show
your
sheep-biting
face
,
and
be
hanged
an
hour
!
Will
’t
not
off
?
He
pulls
off
the
friar’s
hood
,
and
reveals
the
Duke
.
Angelo
and
Escalus
stand
.
Thou
art
the
first
knave
that
e’er
mad’st
a
duke
.
—
First
,
provost
,
let
me
bail
these
gentle
three
.
To
Lucio
.
Sneak
not
away
,
sir
,
for
the
friar
and
you
Must
have
a
word
anon
.
—
Lay
hold
on
him
.
This
may
prove
worse
than
hanging
.
,
to
Escalus
What
you
have
spoke
I
pardon
.
Sit
you
down
.
We’ll
borrow
place
of
him
.
To
Angelo
.
Sir
,
by
your
leave
.
Hast
thou
or
word
,
or
wit
,
or
impudence
That
yet
can
do
thee
office
?
If
thou
hast
,
Rely
upon
it
till
my
tale
be
heard
,
And
hold
no
longer
out
.
O
my
dread
lord
,
I
should
be
guiltier
than
my
guiltiness
To
think
I
can
be
undiscernible
,
When
I
perceive
your
Grace
,
like
power
divine
,
Hath
looked
upon
my
passes
.
Then
,
good
prince
,
No
longer
session
hold
upon
my
shame
,
But
let
my
trial
be
mine
own
confession
.
Immediate
sentence
then
and
sequent
death
Is
all
the
grace
I
beg
.
Come
hither
,
Mariana
.
Mariana
stands
and
comes
forward
.
To
Angelo
.
Say
,
wast
thou
e’er
contracted
to
this
woman
?
I
was
,
my
lord
.
Go
take
her
hence
and
marry
her
instantly
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
To
Friar
Peter
.
Do
you
the
office
,
friar
,
which
consummate
,
Return
him
here
again
.
—
Go
with
him
,
provost
.
Angelo
,
Mariana
,
Friar
Peter
,
and
Provost
exit
.
My
lord
,
I
am
more
amazed
at
his
dishonor
Than
at
the
strangeness
of
it
.
Come
hither
,
Isabel
.
Your
friar
is
now
your
prince
.
As
I
was
then
Advertising
and
holy
to
your
business
,
Not
changing
heart
with
habit
,
I
am
still
Attorneyed
at
your
service
.
O
,
give
me
pardon
That
I
,
your
vassal
,
have
employed
and
pained
Your
unknown
sovereignty
.
You
are
pardoned
,
Isabel
.
And
now
,
dear
maid
,
be
you
as
free
to
us
.
Your
brother’s
death
,
I
know
,
sits
at
your
heart
,
And
you
may
marvel
why
I
obscured
myself
,
Laboring
to
save
his
life
,
and
would
not
rather
Make
rash
remonstrance
of
my
hidden
power
Than
let
him
so
be
lost
.
O
most
kind
maid
,
It
was
the
swift
celerity
of
his
death
,
Which
I
did
think
with
slower
foot
came
on
,
That
brained
my
purpose
.
But
peace
be
with
him
.
That
life
is
better
life
past
fearing
death
Than
that
which
lives
to
fear
.
Make
it
your
comfort
,
So
happy
is
your
brother
.
I
do
,
my
lord
.
Enter
Angelo
,
Mariana
,
Friar
Peter
,
and
Provost
.
For
this
new-married
man
approaching
here
,
Whose
salt
imagination
yet
hath
wronged
Your
well-defended
honor
,
you
must
pardon
ACT 5. SC. 1
For
Mariana’s
sake
.
But
as
he
adjudged
your
brother
—
Being
criminal
in
double
violation
Of
sacred
chastity
and
of
promise-breach
Thereon
dependent
for
your
brother’s
life
—
The
very
mercy
of
the
law
cries
out
Most
audible
,
even
from
his
proper
tongue
,
An
Angelo
for
Claudio
,
death
for
death
.
Haste
still
pays
haste
,
and
leisure
answers
leisure
;
Like
doth
quit
like
,
and
measure
still
for
measure
.
—
Then
,
Angelo
,
thy
fault’s
thus
manifested
,
Which
,
though
thou
wouldst
deny
,
denies
thee
vantage
.
We
do
condemn
thee
to
the
very
block
Where
Claudio
stooped
to
death
,
and
with
like
haste
.
—
Away
with
him
.
O
my
most
gracious
lord
,
I
hope
you
will
not
mock
me
with
a
husband
.
It
is
your
husband
mocked
you
with
a
husband
.
Consenting
to
the
safeguard
of
your
honor
,
I
thought
your
marriage
fit
.
Else
imputation
,
For
that
he
knew
you
,
might
reproach
your
life
And
choke
your
good
to
come
.
For
his
possessions
,
Although
by
confiscation
they
are
ours
,
We
do
instate
and
widow
you
with
all
To
buy
you
a
better
husband
.
O
my
dear
lord
,
I
crave
no
other
nor
no
better
man
.
Never
crave
him
.
We
are
definitive
.
,
kneeling
Gentle
my
liege
—
You
do
but
lose
your
labor
.
—
ACT 5. SC. 1
Away
with
him
to
death
.
To
Lucio
.
Now
,
sir
,
to
you
.
O
,
my
good
lord
.
—
Sweet
Isabel
,
take
my
part
.
Lend
me
your
knees
,
and
all
my
life
to
come
I’ll
lend
you
all
my
life
to
do
you
service
.
Against
all
sense
you
do
importune
her
.
Should
she
kneel
down
in
mercy
of
this
fact
,
Her
brother’s
ghost
his
pavèd
bed
would
break
And
take
her
hence
in
horror
.
Isabel
,
Sweet
Isabel
,
do
yet
but
kneel
by
me
,
Hold
up
your
hands
,
say
nothing
.
I’ll
speak
all
.
They
say
best
men
are
molded
out
of
faults
,
And
,
for
the
most
,
become
much
more
the
better
For
being
a
little
bad
.
So
may
my
husband
.
O
Isabel
,
will
you
not
lend
a
knee
?
He
dies
for
Claudio’s
death
.
,
kneeling
Most
bounteous
sir
,
Look
,
if
it
please
you
,
on
this
man
condemned
As
if
my
brother
lived
.
I
partly
think
A
due
sincerity
governed
his
deeds
Till
he
did
look
on
me
.
Since
it
is
so
,
Let
him
not
die
.
My
brother
had
but
justice
,
In
that
he
did
the
thing
for
which
he
died
.
For
Angelo
,
His
act
did
not
o’ertake
his
bad
intent
,
And
must
be
buried
but
as
an
intent
That
perished
by
the
way
.
Thoughts
are
no
subjects
,
Intents
but
merely
thoughts
.
Merely
,
my
lord
.
Your
suit’s
unprofitable
.
Stand
up
,
I
say
.
They
stand
.
I
have
bethought
me
of
another
fault
.
—
ACT 5. SC. 1
Provost
,
how
came
it
Claudio
was
beheaded
At
an
unusual
hour
?
It
was
commanded
so
.
Had
you
a
special
warrant
for
the
deed
?
No
,
my
good
lord
,
it
was
by
private
message
.
For
which
I
do
discharge
you
of
your
office
.
Give
up
your
keys
.
Pardon
me
,
noble
lord
.
I
thought
it
was
a
fault
,
but
knew
it
not
,
Yet
did
repent
me
after
more
advice
,
For
testimony
whereof
,
one
in
the
prison
That
should
by
private
order
else
have
died
,
I
have
reserved
alive
.
What’s
he
?
His
name
is
Barnardine
.
I
would
thou
hadst
done
so
by
Claudio
.
Go
fetch
him
hither
.
Let
me
look
upon
him
.
Provost
exits
.
,
to
Angelo
I
am
sorry
one
so
learnèd
and
so
wise
As
you
,
Lord
Angelo
,
have
still
appeared
,
Should
slip
so
grossly
,
both
in
the
heat
of
blood
And
lack
of
tempered
judgment
afterward
.
I
am
sorry
that
such
sorrow
I
procure
;
And
so
deep
sticks
it
in
my
penitent
heart
That
I
crave
death
more
willingly
than
mercy
.
’Tis
my
deserving
,
and
I
do
entreat
it
.
Enter
Barnardine
and
Provost
,
Claudio
,
muffled
,
and
Juliet
.
,
to
Provost
Which
is
that
Barnardine
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
This
,
my
lord
.
There
was
a
friar
told
me
of
this
man
.
—
Sirrah
,
thou
art
said
to
have
a
stubborn
soul
That
apprehends
no
further
than
this
world
,
And
squar’st
thy
life
according
.
Thou
’rt
condemned
.
But
,
for
those
earthly
faults
,
I
quit
them
all
,
And
pray
thee
take
this
mercy
to
provide
For
better
times
to
come
.
—
Friar
,
advise
him
.
I
leave
him
to
your
hand
.
—
What
muffled
fellow’s
that
?
This
is
another
prisoner
that
I
saved
Who
should
have
died
when
Claudio
lost
his
head
,
As
like
almost
to
Claudio
as
himself
.
He
unmuffles
Claudio
.
,
to
Isabella
If
he
be
like
your
brother
,
for
his
sake
Is
he
pardoned
;
and
for
your
lovely
sake
,
Give
me
your
hand
and
say
you
will
be
mine
,
He
is
my
brother
too
.
But
fitter
time
for
that
.
By
this
Lord
Angelo
perceives
he’s
safe
;
Methinks
I
see
a
quick’ning
in
his
eye
.
—
Well
,
Angelo
,
your
evil
quits
you
well
.
Look
that
you
love
your
wife
,
her
worth
worth
yours
.
I
find
an
apt
remission
in
myself
.
And
yet
here’s
one
in
place
I
cannot
pardon
.
To
Lucio
.
You
,
sirrah
,
that
knew
me
for
a
fool
,
a
coward
,
One
all
of
luxury
,
an
ass
,
a
madman
.
Wherein
have
I
so
deserved
of
you
That
you
extol
me
thus
?
Faith
,
my
lord
,
I
spoke
it
but
according
to
the
trick
.
If
you
will
hang
me
for
it
,
you
may
,
but
I
had
rather
it
would
please
you
I
might
be
whipped
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Whipped
first
,
sir
,
and
hanged
after
.
—
Proclaim
it
,
provost
,
round
about
the
city
,
If
any
woman
wronged
by
this
lewd
fellow
—
As
I
have
heard
him
swear
himself
there’s
one
Whom
he
begot
with
child
—
let
her
appear
,
And
he
shall
marry
her
.
The
nuptial
finished
,
Let
him
be
whipped
and
hanged
.
I
beseech
your
Highness
do
not
marry
me
to
a
whore
.
Your
Highness
said
even
now
I
made
you
a
duke
.
Good
my
lord
,
do
not
recompense
me
in
making
me
a
cuckold
.
Upon
mine
honor
,
thou
shalt
marry
her
.
Thy
slanders
I
forgive
and
therewithal
Remit
thy
other
forfeits
.
—
Take
him
to
prison
,
And
see
our
pleasure
herein
executed
.
Marrying
a
punk
,
my
lord
,
is
pressing
to
death
,
whipping
,
and
hanging
.
Slandering
a
prince
deserves
it
.
Officers
take
Lucio
away
.
She
,
Claudio
,
that
you
wronged
,
look
you
restore
.
—
Joy
to
you
,
Mariana
.
—
Love
her
,
Angelo
.
I
have
confessed
her
,
and
I
know
her
virtue
.
—
Thanks
,
good
friend
Escalus
,
for
thy
much
goodness
.
There’s
more
behind
that
is
more
gratulate
.
—
Thanks
,
provost
,
for
thy
care
and
secrecy
.
We
shall
employ
thee
in
a
worthier
place
.
—
Forgive
him
,
Angelo
,
that
brought
you
home
The
head
of
Ragozine
for
Claudio’s
.
Th’
offense
pardons
itself
.
—
Dear
Isabel
,
I
have
a
motion
much
imports
your
good
,
Whereto
if
you’ll
a
willing
ear
incline
,
What’s
mine
is
yours
,
and
what
is
yours
is
mine
.
—
So
,
bring
us
to
our
palace
,
where
we’ll
show
What’s
yet
behind
that’s
meet
you
all
should
know
.
They
exit
.
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