SCENE I. An apartment in the DUKE'S palace.Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, ESCALUS, Lords and AttendantsDUKE VINCENTIOEscalus.ESCALUS
My lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
Of government the properties to unfold,ESCALUS
Would seem in me to 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 practise hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
Exit an AttendantWhat 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, dress'd him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?
If any in Vienna be of worthDUKE VINCENTIO
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.
Look where he comes.ANGELO
Enter ANGELOAlways obedient to your grace's will,DUKE VINCENTIO
I come to know your pleasure.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the 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 touch'd
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.
Now, good my lord,DUKE VINCENTIO
Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamp'd upon it.
No more evasion:ANGELO
We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition
That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd
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 the hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commissions.
Yet give leave, my lord,DUKE VINCENTIO
That we may bring you something on the way.
My haste may not admit it;ANGELO
Nor need you, on mine honour, 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:
Through 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!ESCALUS
Lead forth and bring you back in happiness!DUKE
I thank you. Fare you well.ESCALUS
ExitI shall desire you, sir, to give me leaveANGELO
To have free speech with you; and it concerns me
To look into the bottom of my place:
A power I have, but of what strength and nature
I am not yet instructed.
'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together,ESCALUS
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Touching that point.
I'll wait upon your honour.
SCENE II. A Street.Enter LUCIO and two GentlemenLUCIOIf the duke with the other dukes come not toFirst Gentleman
composition with the King of Hungary, why then all
the dukes fall upon the king.
Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King ofSecond Gentleman
Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, thatSecond Gentleman
went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped
one out of the table.
'Thou shalt not steal'?LUCIO
Ay, that he razed.First Gentleman
Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain andSecond Gentleman
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.LUCIO
I believe thee; for I think thou never wast whereSecond Gentleman
grace was said.
No? a dozen times at least.First Gentleman
What, in metre?LUCIO
In any proportion or in any language.First Gentleman
I think, or in any religion.LUCIO
Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of allFirst Gentleman
controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace.
Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.LUCIO
I grant; as there may between the lists and theFirst Gentleman
velvet. Thou art the list.
And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rtLUCIO
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
I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painfulFirst Gentleman
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?Second Gentleman
Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.LUCIO
Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! ISecond Gentleman
have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to--
To what, I pray?LUCIO
To three thousand dolours a year.First Gentleman
Ay, and more.LUCIO
A French crown more.First Gentleman
Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thouLUCIO
art full of error; I am sound.
Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound asFirst Gentleman
things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow;
impiety has made a feast of thee.
Enter MISTRESS OVERDONEHow now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?MISTRESS OVERDONE
Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carriedSecond Gentleman
to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
Who's that, I pray thee?MISTRESS OVERDONE
Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.First Gentleman
Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.MISTRESS OVERDONE
Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested, sawLUCIO
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.MISTRESS OVERDONE
Art thou sure of this?
I am too sure of it: and it is for getting MadamLUCIO
Julietta with child.
Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me twoSecond Gentleman
hours since, and he was ever precise in
Besides, you know, it draws something near to theFirst Gentleman
speech we had to such a purpose.
But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.LUCIO
Away! let's go learn the truth of it.MISTRESS OVERDONE
Exeunt LUCIO and GentlemenThus, what with the war, what with the sweat, whatPOMPEY
with the gallows and what with poverty, I am
Enter POMPEYHow now! what's the news with you?
Yonder man is carried to prison.MISTRESS OVERDONE
Well; what has he done?POMPEY
A woman.MISTRESS OVERDONE
But what's his offence?POMPEY
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.MISTRESS OVERDONE
What, is there a maid with child by him?POMPEY
No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You haveMISTRESS OVERDONE
not heard of the proclamation, have you?
What proclamation, man?POMPEY
All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.MISTRESS OVERDONE
And what shall become of those in the city?POMPEY
They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too,MISTRESS OVERDONE
but that a wise burgher put in for them.
But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs bePOMPEY
To the ground, mistress.MISTRESS OVERDONE
Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!POMPEY
What shall become of me?
Come; fear you not: good counsellors lack noMISTRESS OVERDONE
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.
What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw.POMPEY
Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost toCLAUDIO
prison; and there's Madam Juliet.
Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and OfficersFellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?Provost
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
I do it not in evil disposition,CLAUDIO
But from Lord Angelo by special charge.
Thus can the demigod AuthorityLUCIO
Make us pay down for our offence by weight
The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
Re-enter LUCIO and two GentlemenWhy, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?CLAUDIO
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:LUCIO
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 ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
If could speak so wisely under an arrest, I wouldCLAUDIO
send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say
the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom
as the morality of imprisonment. What's thy
What but to speak of would offend again.LUCIO
What, is't murder?CLAUDIO
Call it so.Provost
Away, sir! you must go.CLAUDIO
One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.LUCIO
A hundred, if they'll do you any good.CLAUDIO
Is lechery so look'd after?
Thus stands it with me: upon a true contractLUCIO
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,
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?CLAUDIO
Unhappily, even so.LUCIO
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 emmence that fills it up,
I stagger in:--but this new governor
Awakes me all the enrolled penalties
Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the 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 onCLAUDIO
thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love,
may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to
I have done so, but he's not to be found.LUCIO
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
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as move men; beside, 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 theCLAUDIO
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.LUCIO
Within two hours.CLAUDIO
Come, officer, away!
SCENE III. A monastery.Enter DUKE VINCENTIO and FRIAR THOMASDUKE VINCENTIONo, holy father; throw away that thought;FRIAR THOMAS
Believe not that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.
May your grace speak of it?DUKE VINCENTIO
My holy sir, none better knows than youFRIAR THOMAS
How I have ever loved the life removed
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.
I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo,
A man of stricture and firm abstinence,
My absolute power and place here in Vienna,
And he supposes me travell'd to Poland;
For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,
And so it is received. Now, pious sir,
You will demand of me why I do this?
Gladly, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
We have strict statutes and most biting laws.FRIAR THOMAS
The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds,
Which for this nineteen 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 threatening twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children's sight
For terror, not to use, in time the rod
Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; 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 graceDUKE VINCENTIO
To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased:
And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd
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 the 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 me
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.
SCENE IV. A nunnery.Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCAISABELLAAnd have you nuns no farther privileges?FRANCISCA
Are not these large enough?ISABELLA
Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;LUCIO
But rather wishing a more strict restraint
Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare.
[Within] Ho! Peace be in this place!ISABELLA
Who's that which calls?FRANCISCA
It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella,ISABELLA
Turn you the key, and know his business of him;
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn.
When you have vow'd, 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.
ExitPeace and prosperity! Who is't that callsLUCIO
Enter LUCIOHail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-rosesISABELLA
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,LUCIO
The rather for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella and his sister.
Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:ISABELLA
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Woe me! for what?LUCIO
For that which, if myself might be his judge,ISABELLA
He should receive his punishment in thanks:
He hath got his friend with child.
Sir, make me not your story.LUCIO
It is true.ISABELLA
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 ensky'd and sainted.
By your renouncement an immortal spirit,
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.
You do blaspheme the good in mocking me.LUCIO
Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus:ISABELLA
Your brother and his lover have embraced:
As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet?LUCIO
Is she your cousin?ISABELLA
Adoptedly; as school-maids change their namesLUCIO
By vain though apt affection.
She it is.ISABELLA
O, let him marry her.LUCIO
This is the point.ISABELLA
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 pick'd out an act,
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour 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?LUCIO
Has censured himISABELLA
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.
Alas! what poor ability's in meLUCIO
To do him good?
Assay the power you have.ISABELLA
My power? Alas, I doubt--LUCIO
Our doubts are traitorsISABELLA
And make 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.LUCIO
I will about it straight;LUCIO
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.ISABELLA
Good sir, adieu.
SCENE I. A hall In ANGELO's house.Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, and a Justice, Provost, Officers, and other Attendants, behindANGELOWe must not make a scarecrow of the law,ESCALUS
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 yetANGELO
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 honour 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 attain'd the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Err'd in this point which now you censure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,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,
That justice seizes: what know 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 offence
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.
Be it as your wisdom will.ANGELO
Where is the provost?Provost
Here, if it like your honour.ANGELO
See that ClaudioESCALUS
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:
Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared;
For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.
Exit Provost[Aside] Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all!ELBOW
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none:
And some condemned for a fault alone.
Enter ELBOW, and Officers with FROTH and POMPEYCome, bring them away: if these be good people inANGELO
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?ELBOW
If it Please your honour, I am the poor duke'sANGELO
constable, and my name is Elbow: I do lean upon
justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good
honour two notorious benefactors.
Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? areELBOW
they not malefactors?
If it? please your honour, I know not well what theyESCALUS
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.
This comes off well; here's a wise officer.ANGELO
Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is yourPOMPEY
name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.ANGELO
What are you, sir?ELBOW
He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one thatESCALUS
serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they
say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she
professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.
How know you that?ELBOW
My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,--ESCALUS
How? thy wife?ELBOW
Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,--ESCALUS
Dost thou detest her therefore?ELBOW
I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well asESCALUS
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?ELBOW
Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a womanESCALUS
cardinally given, might have been accused in
fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.
By the woman's means?ELBOW
Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone's means: but as shePOMPEY
spit in his face, so she defied him.
Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.ELBOW
Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourableESCALUS
man; prove it.
Do you hear how he misplaces?POMPEY
Sir, she came in great with child; and longing,ESCALUS
saving your honour'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 three-pence; your honours have seen
such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very
Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir.POMPEY
No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein inFROTH
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 three-pence again.
Very well: you being then, if you be remembered,FROTH
cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,--
Ay, so I did indeed.POMPEY
Why, very well; I telling you then, if you beFROTH
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.POMPEY
Why, very well, then,--ESCALUS
Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. WhatPOMPEY
was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to
complain of? Come me to what was done to her.
Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.ESCALUS
No, sir, nor I mean it not.POMPEY
Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour'sFROTH
leave. And, I beseech you, look into Master Froth
here, sir; a man of four-score pound a year; whose
father died at Hallowmas: was't not at Hallowmas,
Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir,FROTH
sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; '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.POMPEY
Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths.ANGELO
This will last out a night in Russia,ESCALUS
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.POMPEY
Exit ANGELONow, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?
Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once.ELBOW
I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.POMPEY
I beseech your honour, ask me.ESCALUS
Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her?POMPEY
I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face.ESCALUS
Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a
good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?
Ay, sir, very well.POMPEY
Nay; I beseech you, mark it well.ESCALUS
Well, I do so.POMPEY
Doth your honour see any harm in his face?ESCALUS
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worstESCALUS
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
He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it?ELBOW
First, an it like you, the house is a respectedPOMPEY
house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his
mistress is a respected woman.
By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respectedELBOW
person than any of us all.
Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! thePOMPEY
time has yet to come that she was ever respected
with man, woman, or child.
Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her.ESCALUS
Which is the wiser here? Justice or Iniquity? IsELBOW
O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wickedESCALUS
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 battery on thee.
If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have yourELBOW
action of slander too.
Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What is'tESCALUS
your worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff?
Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in himELBOW
that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him
continue in his courses till thou knowest what they
Marry, I thank your worship for it. Thou seest, thouESCALUS
wicked varlet, now, what's come upon thee: thou art
to continue now, thou varlet; thou art to continue.
Where were you born, friend?FROTH
Here in Vienna, sir.ESCALUS
Are you of fourscore pounds a year?FROTH
Yes, an't please you, sir.ESCALUS
So. What trade are you of, sir?POMPHEY
Tapster; a poor widow's tapster.ESCALUS
Your mistress' name?POMPHEY
Hath she had any more than one husband?POMPEY
Nine, sir; Overdone by the last.ESCALUS
Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. MasterFROTH
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 neverESCALUS
come into any room in a tap-house, but I am drawn
Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell.POMPEY
Exit FROTHCome you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your
name, Master tapster?
Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you;POMPEY
so that in the beastliest sense you are Pompey the
Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey,
howsoever you colour 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.ESCALUS
How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? WhatPOMPEY
do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?
If the law would allow it, sir.ESCALUS
But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shallPOMPEY
not be allowed in Vienna.
Does your worship mean to geld and splay all theESCALUS
youth of the city?
Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then.ESCALUS
If your worship will take order for the drabs and
the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.
There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you:POMPEY
it is but heading and hanging.
If you head and hang all that offend that way butESCALUS
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 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 yourPOMPEY
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 whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you well.
I thank your worship for your good counsel:ESCALUS
Asidebut I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade:
The valiant heart is not whipt out of his trade.
ExitCome hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, MasterELBOW
constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?
Seven year and a half, sir.ESCALUS
I thought, by your readiness in the office, you hadELBOW
continued in it some time. You say, seven years together?
And a half, sir.ESCALUS
Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do youELBOW
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 theyESCALUS
are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I
do it for some piece of money, and go through with
Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven,ELBOW
the most sufficient of your parish.
To your worship's house, sir?ESCALUS
To my house. Fare you well.Justice
Exit ELBOWWhat's o'clock, think you?
I pray you home to dinner with me.Justice
I humbly thank you.ESCALUS
It grieves me for the death of Claudio;Justice
But there's no remedy.
Lord Angelo is severe.ESCALUS
It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
But yet,--poor Claudio! There is no remedy.
SCENE II. Another room in the same.Enter Provost and a ServantServantHe's hearing of a cause; he will come straightProvost
I'll tell him of you.
Pray you, do.ANGELO
Exit ServantI'll know
His pleasure; may be 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 ANGELONow, what's the matter. Provost?Provost
Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow?ANGELO
Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?Provost
Why dost thou ask again?
Lest I might be too rash:ANGELO
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
Go to; let that be mine:Provost
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.
I crave your honour's pardon.ANGELO
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.
Dispose of herServant
To some more fitter place, and that with speed.
Re-enter ServantHere is the sister of the man condemn'dANGELO
Desires access to you.
Hath he a sister?Provost
Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,ANGELO
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already.
Well, let her be admitted.Provost
Exit ServantSee you the fornicatress be removed:
Let have needful, but not lavish, means;
There shall be order for't.
Enter ISABELLA and LUCIOGod save your honour!ANGELO
Stay a little while.ISABELLA
To ISABELLAYou're welcome: what's your will?
I am a woeful suitor to your honour,ANGELO
Please but your honour hear me.
Well; what's your suit?ISABELLA
There is a vice that most I do abhor,ANGELO
And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war 'twixt will and will not.
Well; the matter?ISABELLA
I have a brother is condemn'd to die:Provost
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.
[Aside] Heaven give thee moving graces!ANGELO
Condemn the fault and not the actor of it?ISABELLA
Why, every fault's condemn'd 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!LUCIO
I had a brother, then. Heaven keep your honour!
[Aside to ISABELLA] Give't not o'er so: to himISABELLA
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!
Must he needs die?ANGELO
Maiden, no remedy.ISABELLA
Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,ANGELO
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.
I will not do't.ISABELLA
But can you, if you would?ANGELO
Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.ISABELLA
But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,ANGELO
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
A s mine is to him?
He's sentenced; 'tis too late.LUCIO
[Aside to ISABELLA] You are too cold.ISABELLA
Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word.ANGELO
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 slipt like him; but he, like you,
Would not have been so stern.
Pray you, be gone.ISABELLA
I would to heaven I had your potency,LUCIO
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]ANGELO
Ay, touch him; there's the vein.
Your brother is a forfeit of the law,ISABELLA
And you but waste your words.
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;ISABELLA
It is the law, not I condemn your brother:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him: he must die tomorrow.
To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him!LUCIO
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 offence?
There's many have committed it.
[Aside to ISABELLA] Ay, well said.ANGELO
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:ISABELLA
Those many had not dared to do that evil,
If the first that did the edict infringe
Had answer'd 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 new, or by remissness new-conceived,
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,
Are now to have no successive degrees,
But, ere they live, to end.
Yet show some pity.ANGELO
I show it most of all when I show justice;ISABELLA
For then I pity those I do not know,
Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
And do him right that, answering one foul wrong,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;
Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.
So you must be the first that gives this sentence,LUCIO
And he, that suffer's. O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
[Aside to ISABELLA] That's well said.ISABELLA
Could great men thunderLUCIO
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er 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
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man,
Drest 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 make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
[Aside to ISABELLA] O, to him, to him, wench! heProvost
He's coming; I perceive 't.
[Aside] Pray heaven she win him!ISABELLA
We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:LUCIO
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them,
But in the less foul profanation.
Thou'rt i' the right, girl; more o, that.ISABELLA
That in the captain's but a choleric word,LUCIO
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
[Aside to ISABELLA] Art avised o' that? more on 't.ANGELO
Why do you put these sayings upon me?ISABELLA
Because authority, though it err like others,ANGELO
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the 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 'tisISABELLA
Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare you well.
Gentle my lord, turn back.ANGELO
I will bethink me: come again tomorrow.ISABELLA
Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back.ANGELO
How! bribe me?ISABELLA
Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you.LUCIO
[Aside to ISABELLA] You had marr'd all else.ISABELLA
Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,ANGELO
Or stones whose rates are either rich or poor
As fancy values them; but with true prayers
That shall be up at heaven and enter there
Ere sun-rise, prayers from preserved souls,
From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.
Well; come to me to-morrow.LUCIO
[Aside to ISABELLA] Go to; 'tis well; away!ISABELLA
Heaven keep your honour safe!ANGELO
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
At what hour to-morrowANGELO
Shall I attend your lordship?
At any time 'fore noon.ISABELLA
'Save your honour!ANGELO
Exeunt ISABELLA, LUCIO, and ProvostFrom 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?
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 vigour, art and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite. Even till now,
When men were fond, I smiled and wonder'd how.
SCENE III. A room in a prison.Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as a friar, and ProvostDUKE VINCENTIOHail to you, provost! so I think you are.Provost
I am the provost. What's your will, good friar?DUKE VINCENTIO
Bound by my charity and my blest order,Provost
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
Enter JULIETLook, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;
And he that got it, sentenced; a young man
More fit to do another such offence
Than die for this.
When must he die?Provost
As I do think, to-morrow.DUKE VINCENTIO
I have provided for you: stay awhile,
To JULIETAnd you shall be conducted.
Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?JULIET
I do; and bear the shame most patiently.DUKE VINCENTIO
I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,JULIET
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.
I'll gladly learn.DUKE VINCENTIO
Love you the man that wrong'd you?JULIET
Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.DUKE VINCENTIO
So then it seems your most offenceful actJULIET
Was mutually committed?
Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.JULIET
I do confess it, and repent it, father.DUKE VINCENTIO
'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,JULIET
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Which sorrow is always towards 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,DUKE VINCENTIO
And take the shame with joy.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
Grace go with you, Benedicite!
ExitMust die to-morrow! O injurious love,Provost
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
'Tis pity of him.
SCENE IV. A room in ANGELO's house.Enter ANGELOANGELOWhen I would pray and think, I think and prayServant
To several subjects. Heaven hath my empty words;
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel: Heaven 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 fear'd 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.
Enter a ServantHow now! who's there?
One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.ANGELO
Teach her the way.ISABELLA
Exit ServantO 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-wish'd king,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
Enter ISABELLAHow now, fair maid?
I am come to know your pleasure.ANGELO
That you might know it, would much better please meISABELLA
Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.
Even so. Heaven keep your honour!ANGELO
Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,As long as you or I
yet he must die.ISABELLA
Under your sentence?ANGELO
When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,ANGELO
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
That his soul sicken not.
Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as goodISABELLA
To pardon him that hath from nature stolen
A man already made, as to remit
Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made
As to put metal in restrained means
To make a false one.
'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.ANGELO
Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.ISABELLA
Which had you rather, that the most just law
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness
As she that he hath stain'd?
Sir, believe this,ANGELO
I had rather give my body than my soul.
I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sinsISABELLA
Stand more for number than for accompt.
How say you?ANGELO
Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speakISABELLA
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,ANGELO
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,ISABELLA
Were equal poise of sin and charity.
That I do beg his life, if it be sin,ANGELO
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.ISABELLA
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seem so craftily; and that's not good.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,ANGELO
But graciously to know I am no better.
Thus wisdom wishes to appear most brightISABELLA
When it doth tax itself; as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me;
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:
Your brother is to die.
And his offence is so, as it appears,ISABELLA
Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Admit no other way to save his life,--ISABELLA
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-building 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:ANGELO
That is, were I under the terms of death,
The impression of keen whips I'ld wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing have been sick for, ere I'ld yield
My body up to shame.
Then must your brother die.ISABELLA
And 'twere the cheaper way:ANGELO
Better it were a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.
Were not you then as cruel as the sentenceISABELLA
That you have slander'd so?
Ignomy in ransom and free pardonANGELO
Are of two houses: lawful mercy
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.
You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;ISABELLA
And rather proved the sliding of your brother
A merriment than a vice.
O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,ANGELO
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.ISABELLA
Else let my brother die,ANGELO
If not a feodary, but only he
Owe and succeed thy weakness.
Nay, women are frail too.ISABELLA
Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;ANGELO
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:ISABELLA
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 express'd
By all external warrants, show it now,
By putting on the destined livery.
I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,ANGELO
Let me entreat you speak the former language.
Plainly conceive, I love you.ISABELLA
My brother did love Juliet,ANGELO
And you tell me that he shall die for it.
He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.ISABELLA
I know your virtue hath a licence in't,ANGELO
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
Believe me, on mine honour,ISABELLA
My words express my purpose.
Ha! little honour to be much believed,ANGELO
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 outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.
Who will believe thee, Isabel?ISABELLA
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the 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 lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,
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.
ExitTo whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof;
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will:
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.
That, had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd 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.
SCENE I. A room in the prison.Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before, CLAUDIO, and ProvostDUKE VINCENTIOSo then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?CLAUDIO
The miserable have no other medicineDUKE VINCENTIO
But only hope:
I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.
Be absolute for death; either death or lifeCLAUDIO
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 dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun
And yet runn'st toward him still. Thou art not noble;
For all the 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 provokest; yet grossly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou strivest 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's 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 blessed youth
Becomes as aged, 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 moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.
I humbly thank you.ISABELLA
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!Provost
Who's there? come in: the wish deserves a welcome.DUKE VINCENTIO
Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.CLAUDIO
Most holy sir, I thank you.ISABELLA
Enter ISABELLAMy business is a word or two with Claudio.Provost
And very welcome. Look, signior, here's your sister.DUKE VINCENTIO
Provost, a word with you.Provost
As many as you please.DUKE VINCENTIO
Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be concealed.CLAUDIO
Exeunt DUKE VINCENTIO and ProvostNow, sister, what's the comfort?ISABELLA
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;
To-morrow you set on.
Is there no remedy?ISABELLA
None, but such remedy as, to save a head,CLAUDIO
To cleave a heart in twain.
But is there any?ISABELLA
Yes, brother, you may live:CLAUDIO
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
But fetter you till death.
Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,CLAUDIO
Though all the world's vastidity you had,
To a determined scope.
But in what nature?ISABELLA
In such a one as, you consenting to't,CLAUDIO
Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear,
And leave you naked.
Let me know the point.ISABELLA
O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,CLAUDIO
Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,
And six or seven winters more respect
Than a perpetual honour. Darest 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?ISABELLA
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 graveCLAUDIO
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' the head and follies doth emmew
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!ISABELLA
O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,CLAUDIO
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.ISABELLA
Yes, he would give't thee, from this rank offence,CLAUDIO
So to offend him still. This night's the time
That I should do what I abhor to name,
Or else thou diest to-morrow.
Thou shalt not do't.ISABELLA
O, were it but my life,CLAUDIO
I'ld throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.
Thanks, dear Isabel.ISABELLA
Be ready, Claudio, for your death tomorrow.CLAUDIO
Yes. Has he affections in him,ISABELLA
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin,
Or of the deadly seven, it is the least.
Which is the least?CLAUDIO
If it were damnable, he being so wise,ISABELLA
Why would he for the momentary trick
Be perdurably fined? O Isabel!
What says my brother?CLAUDIO
Death is a fearful thing.ISABELLA
And shamed life a hateful.CLAUDIO
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;ISABELLA
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-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd 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 loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Sweet sister, let me live:ISABELLA
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!CLAUDIO
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 play'd my father fair!
For such a warped 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.ISABELLA
O, fie, fie, fie!CLAUDIO
Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade.
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
'Tis best thou diest quickly.
O hear me, Isabella!DUKE VINCENTIO
Re-enter DUKE VINCENTIOVouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word.ISABELLA
What is your will?DUKE VINCENTIO
Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by andISABELLA
by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I
would require is likewise your own benefit.
I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must beDUKE VINCENTIO
stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you awhile.
Walks apartSon, I have overheard what hath passed between youCLAUDIO
and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to
corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her
virtue to practise his judgment with the disposition
of natures: she, having the truth of honour 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 loveDUKE VINCENTIO
with life that I will sue to be rid of it.
Hold you there: farewell.Provost
Exit CLAUDIOProvost, a word with you!
Re-enter ProvostWhat's your will, fatherDUKE VINCENTIO
That now you are come, you will be gone. Leave meProvost
awhile with the maid: my mind promises with my
habit no loss shall touch her by my company.
In good time.DUKE VINCENTIO
Exit Provost. ISABELLA comes forwardThe hand that hath made you fair hath made you good:ISABELLA
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?
I am now going to resolve him: I had rather myDUKE VINCENTIO
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.
That shall not be much amiss: Yet, as the matterISABELLA
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
Let me hear you speak farther. I have spirit to doDUKE VINCENTIO
anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. HaveISABELLA
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
She should this Angelo have married; was affiancedISABELLA
to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed: between
which time of the contract and limit of the
solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked 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 both, her
combinate husband, this well-seeming Angelo.
Can this be so? did Angelo so leave her?DUKE VINCENTIO
Left her in her tears, and dried not one of themISABELLA
with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole,
pretending in her discoveries of dishonour: 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 maidDUKE VINCENTIO
from the world! What corruption in this life, that
it will let this man live! But how out of this can she avail?
It is a rupture that you may easily heal: and theISABELLA
cure of it not only saves your brother, but keeps
you from dishonour in doing it.
Show me how, good father.DUKE VINCENTIO
This forenamed maid hath yet in her the continuanceISABELLA
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 honour 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, the doubleness
of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof.
What think you of it?
The image of it gives me content already; and IDUKE VINCENTIO
trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.
It lies much in your holding up. Haste you speedilyISABELLA
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.
SCENE II. The street before the prison.Enter, on one side, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before; on the other, ELBOW, and Officers with POMPEYELBOWNay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you willDUKE VINCENTIO
needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we
shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.
O heavens! what stuff is herePOMPEY
'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, theELBOW
merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by
order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and
furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that
craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
Come your way, sir. 'Bless you, good father friar.DUKE VINCENTIO
And you, good brother father. What offence hathELBOW
this man made you, sir?
Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, weDUKE VINCENTIO
take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found
upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have
sent to the deputy.
Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd!POMPEY
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,DUKE VINCENTIO
sir, I would prove--
Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,ELBOW
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 himDUKE VINCENTIO
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.
That we were all, as some would seem to be,ELBOW
From our faults, as faults from seeming, free!
His neck will come to your waist,--a cord, sir.POMPEY
I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and aLUCIO
friend of mine.
Enter LUCIOHow now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels ofDUKE VINCENTIO
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 clutch'd? What reply, ha? What
sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't
not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest
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?
Still thus, and thus; still worse!LUCIO
How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures shePOMPEY
Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and sheLUCIO
is herself in the tub.
Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must bePOMPEY
so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd:
an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going
to prison, Pompey?
Yes, faith, sir.LUCIO
Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say IELBOW
sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?
For being a bawd, for being a bawd.LUCIO
Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be thePOMPEY
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.LUCIO
No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear.DUKE VINCENTIO
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.
Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha?ELBOW
Come your ways, sir; come.POMPEY
You will not bail me, then, sir?LUCIO
Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar?ELBOW
Come your ways, sir; come.LUCIO
Go to kennel, Pompey; go.DUKE VINCENTIO
Exeunt ELBOW, POMPEY and OfficersWhat news, friar, of the duke?
I know none. Can you tell me of any?LUCIO
Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; otherDUKE VINCENTIO
some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?
I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.LUCIO
It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal fromDUKE VINCENTIO
the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born
to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he
puts transgression to 't.
He does well in 't.LUCIO
A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm inDUKE VINCENTIO
him: something too crabbed that way, friar.
It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it.LUCIO
Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred;DUKE VINCENTIO
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?
How should he be made, then?LUCIO
Some report a sea-maid spawned him; some, that heDUKE VINCENTIO
was begot between two stock-fishes. 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.
You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace.LUCIO
Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for theDUKE VINCENTIO
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 nursing
a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport: he
knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.
I never heard the absent duke much detected forLUCIO
women; he was not inclined that way.
O, sir, you are deceived.DUKE VINCENTIO
'Tis not possible.LUCIO
Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; andDUKE VINCENTIO
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.
You do him wrong, surely.LUCIO
Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was theDUKE VINCENTIO
duke: and I believe I know the cause of his
What, I prithee, might be the cause?LUCIO
No, pardon; 'tis a secret must be locked within theDUKE VINCENTIO
teeth and the lips: but this I can let you
understand, the greater file of the subject held the
duke to be wise.
Wise! why, no question but he was.LUCIO
A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.DUKE VINCENTIO
Either this is the envy in you, folly, or mistaking:LUCIO
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 unskilfully: or if your
knowledge be more it is much darkened in your malice.
Sir, I know him, and I love him.DUKE VINCENTIO
Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge withLUCIO
Come, sir, I know what I know.DUKE VINCENTIO
I can hardly believe that, since you know not whatLUCIO
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
He shall know you better, sir, if I may live toLUCIO
I fear you not.DUKE VINCENTIO
O, you hope the duke will return no more; or youLUCIO
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,DUKE VINCENTIO
friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if
Claudio die to-morrow or no?
Why should he die, sir?LUCIO
Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I wouldDUKE VINCENTIO
the duke we talk of were returned again: the
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 not 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.
ExitNo might nor greatness in mortalityESCALUS
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
But who comes here?
Enter ESCALUS, Provost, and Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONEGo; away with her to prison!MISTRESS OVERDONE
Good my lord, be good to me; your honour is accountedESCALUS
a merciful man; good my lord.
Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit inProvost
the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play
A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may it pleaseMISTRESS OVERDONE
My lord, this is one Lucio's information against me.ESCALUS
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 licence: let him beProvost
called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to;
no more words.
Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONEProvost, my brother Angelo will not be altered;
Claudio must die to-morrow: 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, andESCALUS
advised him for the entertainment of death.
Good even, good father.DUKE VINCENTIO
Bliss and goodness on you!ESCALUS
Of whence are you?DUKE VINCENTIO
Not of this country, though my chance is nowESCALUS
To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the See
In special business from his holiness.
What news abroad i' the world?DUKE VINCENTIO
None, but that there is so great a fever onESCALUS
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 accurst: 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, contendedDUKE VINCENTIO
especially to know himself.
What pleasure was he given to?ESCALUS
Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry atDUKE VINCENTIO
any thing 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.
He professes to have received no sinister measureESCALUS
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 theDUKE VINCENTIO
prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have
laboured 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.
If his own life answer the straitness of hisESCALUS
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
Peace be with you!
Exeunt ESCALUS and ProvostHe 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-offences 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 practise on the times,
To draw with idle spiders' strings
Most ponderous and substantial things!
Craft against vice I must apply:
With Angelo to-night shall lie
His old betrothed but despised;
So disguise shall, by the disguised,
Pay with falsehood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting.
SCENE I. The moated grange at ST. LUKE's.Enter MARIANA and a BoyBoy singsTake, O, take those lips away,MARIANA
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.
Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:DUKE VINCENTIO
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.
Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as beforeI 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.
'Tis good; though music oft hath such a charmMARIANA
To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
I pray, you, tell me, hath any body inquired
for me here to-day? much upon this time have
I promised here to meet.
You have not been inquired after:DUKE VINCENTIO
I have sat here all day.
Enter ISABELLAI do constantly believe you. The time is come evenMARIANA
now. I shall crave your forbearance a little: may
be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.
I am always bound to you.DUKE VINCENTIO
ExitVery well met, and well come.ISABELLA
What is the news from this good deputy?
He hath a garden circummured with brick,DUKE VINCENTIO
Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd;
And to that vineyard is a planched 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.
But shall you on your knowledge find this way?ISABELLA
I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't:DUKE VINCENTIO
With whispering and most guilty diligence,
In action all of precept, he did show me
The way twice o'er.
Are there no other tokensISABELLA
Between you 'greed concerning her observance?
No, none, but only a repair i' the dark;DUKE VINCENTIO
And that I have possess'd him my most stay
Can be but brief; for I have made him know
I have a servant comes with me along,
That stays upon me, whose persuasion is
I come about my brother.
'Tis well borne up.ISABELLA
I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth!
Re-enter MARIANAI pray you, be acquainted with this maid;
She comes to do you good.
I do desire the like.DUKE VINCENTIO
Do you persuade yourself that I respect you?MARIANA
Good friar, I know you do, and have found it.DUKE VINCENTIO
Take, then, this your companion by the hand,MARIANA
Who hath a story ready for your ear.
I shall attend your leisure: but make haste;
The vaporous night approaches.
Will't please you walk aside?DUKE VINCENTIO
Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLAO place and greatness! millions of false eyesISABELLA
Are stuck upon thee: volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams
And rack thee in their fancies.
Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLAWelcome, how agreed?
She'll take the enterprise upon her, father,DUKE VINCENTIO
If you advise it.
It is not my consent,ISABELLA
But my entreaty too.
Little have you to sayMARIANA
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
'Remember now my brother.'
Fear me not.DUKE VINCENTIO
Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all.
He is your husband on a pre-contract:
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.
SCENE II. A room in the prison.Enter Provost and POMPEYProvostCome hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man's head?POMPEY
If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be aProvost
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 aPOMPEY
direct answer. To-morrow 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
Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind;Provost
but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I
would be glad to receive some instruction from my
What, ho! Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?ABHORSON
Enter ABHORSONDo you call, sir?Provost
Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow inABHORSON
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.Provost
Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turnPOMPEY
ExitPray, sir, by your good favour,--for surely, sir, aABHORSON
good favour you have, but that you have a hanging
look,--do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?
Ay, sir; a mysteryPOMPEY
Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; andABHORSON
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.POMPEY
Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it beProvost
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.
Re-enter ProvostAre you agreed?POMPEY
Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman isProvost
a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth
oftener ask forgiveness.
You, sirrah, provide your block and your axeABHORSON
to-morrow four o'clock.
Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.POMPEY
I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you haveProvost
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.
Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:CLAUDIO
Exeunt POMPEY and ABHORSONThe one has my pity; not a jot the other,
Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
Enter CLAUDIOLook, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine?
As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labourProvost
When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
He will not wake.
Who can do good on him?DUKE VINCENTIO
Well, go, prepare yourself.
Knocking withinBut, hark, what noise?
Heaven give your spirits comfort!
Exit CLAUDIOBy and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as beforeWelcome father.
The best and wholesomest spirts of the nightProvost
Envelope you, good Provost! Who call'd here of late?
None, since the curfew rung.DUKE VINCENTIO
They will, then, ere't be long.Provost
What comfort is for Claudio?DUKE VINCENTIO
There's some in hope.Provost
It is a bitter deputy.DUKE VINCENTIO
Not so, not so; his life is parallel'dProvost
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 meal'd with that
Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he's just.
Knocking withinNow are they come.
Exit ProvostThis is a gentle provost: seldom when
The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.
Knocking withinHow now! what noise? That spirit's possessed with haste
That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.
Re-enter ProvostThere he must stay until the officerDUKE VINCENTIO
Arise to let him in: he is call'd up.
Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,Provost
But he must die to-morrow?
None, sir, none.DUKE VINCENTIO
As near the dawning, provost, as it is,Provost
You shall hear more ere morning.
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
Profess'd the contrary.
Enter a MessengerThis is his lordship's man.
And here comes Claudio's pardon.Messenger
[Giving a paper]Provost
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
Exit Messenger[Aside] This is his pardon, purchased by such sinProvost
For which the pardoner himself is in.
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is born in high authority:
When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
That for the fault's love is the offender friended.
Now, sir, what news?
I told you. Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remissDUKE VINCENTIO
in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted
putting-on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.
Pray you, let's hear.Provost
'Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let
Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and in the
afternoon 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?
What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in theProvost
A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; oneDUKE VINCENTIO
that is a prisoner nine years old.
How came it that the absent duke had not eitherProvost
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,DUKE VINCENTIO
indeed, his fact, till now in the government of Lord
Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.
It is now apparent?Provost
Most manifest, and not denied by himself.DUKE VINCENTIO
Hath he born himself penitently in prison? howProvost
seems he to be touched?
A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully butDUKE VINCENTIO
as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless
of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of
mortality, and desperately mortal.
He wants advice.Provost
He will hear none: he hath evermore had the libertyDUKE VINCENTIO
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.
More of him anon. There is written in your brow,Provost
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.
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
Pray, sir, in what?DUKE VINCENTIO
In the delaying death.Provost
A lack, how may I do it, having the hour limited,DUKE VINCENTIO
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.
By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if myProvost
instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine
be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.
Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.DUKE VINCENTIO
O, death's a great disguiser; and you may add to it.Provost
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 any thing
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy?Provost
To him, and to his substitutes.DUKE VINCENTIO
You will think you have made no offence, if the dukeProvost
avouch the justice of your dealing?
But what likelihood is in that?DUKE VINCENTIO
Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I seeProvost
you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, 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: you know the character, I doubt not; and the
signet is not strange to you.
I know them both.DUKE VINCENTIO
The contents of this is the return of the duke: you
shall anon over-read 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, the 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.
Come away; it is almost clear dawn.
SCENE III. Another room in the same.Enter POMPEYPOMPEYI am as well acquainted here as I was in our houseABHORSON
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 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-coloured satin, which now peaches him a
beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young
Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master
Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young
Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master
Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shooty the
great traveller, 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 ABHORSONSirrah, bring Barnardine hither.POMPEY
Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.ABHORSON
What, ho, Barnardine!BARNARDINE
[Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes thatPOMPEY
noise there? What are you?
Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be soBARNARDINE
good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
[Within] Away, you rogue, away! I am sleepy.ABHORSON
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.POMPEY
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you areABHORSON
executed, and sleep afterwards.
Go in to him, and fetch him out.POMPEY
He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.ABHORSON
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?POMPEY
Very ready, sir.BARNARDINE
Enter BARNARDINEHow now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?ABHORSON
Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into yourBARNARDINE
prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.
You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am notPOMPEY
fitted for 't.
O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,ABHORSON
and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the
sounder all the next day.
Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: doDUKE VINCENTIO
we jest now, think you?
Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as beforeSir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastilyBARNARDINE
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,DUKE VINCENTIO
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.
O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech youBARNARDINE
Look forward on the journey you shall go.
I swear I will not die to-day for any man'sDUKE VINCENTIO
But hear you.BARNARDINE
Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me,DUKE VINCENTIO
come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day.
ExitUnfit to live or die: O gravel heart!Provost
After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY
Re-enter ProvostNow, sir, how do you find the prisoner?DUKE VINCENTIO
A creature unprepared, unmeet for death;Provost
And to transport him in the mind he is
Here in the prison, father,DUKE VINCENTIO
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 colour. 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?
O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides!Provost
Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on
Prefix'd 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.DUKE VINCENTIO
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?
Let this be done.Provost
Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio:
Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting
To the under generation, you shall find
Your safety manifested.
I am your free dependant.DUKE VINCENTIO
Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo.Provost
Exit ProvostNow 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.
Re-enter ProvostHere is the head; I'll carry it myself.DUKE VINCENTIO
Convenient is it. Make a swift return;Provost
For I would commune with you of such things
That want no ear but yours.
I'll make all speed.ISABELLA
Exit[Within] Peace, ho, be here!DUKE VINCENTIO
The tongue of Isabel. She's come to knowISABELLA
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 ISABELLAHo, by your leave!DUKE VINCENTIO
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.ISABELLA
The better, given me by so holy a man.DUKE VINCENTIO
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?
He hath released him, Isabel, from the world:ISABELLA
His head is off and sent to Angelo.
Nay, but it is not so.DUKE VINCENTIO
It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter,ISABELLA
In your close patience.
O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!DUKE VINCENTIO
You shall not be admitted to his sight.ISABELLA
Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!DUKE VINCENTIO
Injurious world! most damned Angelo!
This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot;ISABELLA
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 to-morrow; 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 honour.
I am directed by you.DUKE VINCENTIO
This letter, then, to Friar Peter give;LUCIO
'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return:
Say, by this token, I desire his company
At Mariana's house to-night. 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 combined by a sacred vow
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter:
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 LUCIOGood even. Friar, where's the provost?DUKE VINCENTIO
Not within, sir.LUCIO
O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to seeDUKE VINCENTIO
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
to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother:
if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been
at home, he had lived.
Exit ISABELLASir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to yourLUCIO
reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do:DUKE VINCENTIO
he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.
Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.LUCIO
Nay, tarry; I'll go along with theeDUKE VINCENTIO
I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
You have told me too many of him already, sir, ifLUCIO
they be true; if not true, none were enough.
I was once before him for getting a wench with child.DUKE VINCENTIO
Did you such a thing?LUCIO
Yes, marry, did I but I was fain to forswear it;DUKE VINCENTIO
they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
Sir, your company is fairer than honest. Rest you well.LUCIO
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.
SCENE IV. A room in ANGELO's house.Enter ANGELO and ESCALUSESCALUSEvery letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.ANGELO
In most uneven and distracted manner. His actionsESCALUS
show much like to madness: pray heaven his wisdom be
not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and
redeliver our authorities there
I guess not.ANGELO
And why should we proclaim it in an hour before hisESCALUS
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 ofANGELO
complaints, and to deliver us from devices
hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand
Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed betimesESCALUS
i' the morn; I'll call you at your house: give
notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet
I shall, sir. Fare you well.ANGELO
Exit ESCALUSThis deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd 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 riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge,
By so receiving a dishonour'd life
With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived!
A lack, when once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.
SCENE V. Fields without the town.Enter DUKE VINCENTIO in his own habit, and FRIAR PETERDUKE VINCENTIOThese letters at fit time deliver meFRIAR PETER
Giving lettersThe 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 Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
But send me Flavius first.
It shall be speeded well.DUKE VINCENTIO
Enter VARRIUSI 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.
SCENE VI. Street near the city gate.Enter ISABELLA and MARIANAISABELLATo speak so indirectly I am loath:MARIANA
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.ISABELLA
Besides, he tells me that, if peradventureMARIANA
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--ISABELLA
O, peace! the friar is come.FRIAR PETER
Enter FRIAR PETERCome, 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!
SCENE I. The city gate.MARIANA veiled, ISABELLA, and FRIAR PETER, at their stand. Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, VARRIUS, Lords, ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens, at several doorsDUKE VINCENTIOMy very worthy cousin, fairly met!ANGELO ESCALUS
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
Happy return be to your royal grace!DUKE VINCENTIO
Many and hearty thankings to you both.ANGELO
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,FRIAR PETER
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
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forwardNow is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.ISABELLA
Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regardDUKE VINCENTIO
Upon a wrong'd, I would fain have said, a maid!
O worthy prince, dishonour 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.ISABELLA
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice:
Reveal yourself to him.
O worthy duke,ANGELO
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:ISABELLA
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice,--
By course of justice!ANGELO
And she will speak most bitterly and strange.ISABELLA
Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:DUKE VINCENTIO
That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange?
That Angelo's a murderer; is 't not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
Is it not strange and strange?
Nay, it is ten times strange.ISABELLA
It is not truer he is AngeloDUKE VINCENTIO
Than this is all as true as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
Away with her! Poor soul,ISABELLA
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believestDUKE VINCENTIO
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd 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, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.
By mine honesty,ISABELLA
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,DUKE VINCENTIO
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 madISABELLA
Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?
I am the sister of one Claudio,LUCIO
Condemn'd upon the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo:
I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio
As then the messenger,--
That's I, an't like your grace:ISABELLA
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother's pardon.
That's he indeed.DUKE VINCENTIO
You were not bid to speak.LUCIO
No, my good lord;DUKE VINCENTIO
Nor wish'd to hold my peace.
I wish you now, then;LUCIO
Pray you, take note of it: and when you have
A business for yourself, pray heaven you then
I warrant your honour.DUKE VINCENTIO
The warrants for yourself; take heed to't.ISABELLA
This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,--LUCIO
It may be right; but you are i' the wrongISABELLA
To speak before your time. Proceed.
I wentDUKE VINCENTIO
To this pernicious caitiff deputy,--
That's somewhat madly spoken.ISABELLA
Pardon it;DUKE VINCENTIO
The phrase is to the matter.
Mended again. The matter; proceed.ISABELLA
In brief, to set the needless process by,DUKE VINCENTIO
How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd,
How he refell'd 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 honour,
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!ISABELLA
O, that it were as like as it is true!DUKE VINCENTIO
By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak'st,ISABELLA
Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour
In hateful practise. 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 weigh'd thy brother by himself
And not have cut him off. Some one hath set you on:
Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
Thou camest here to complain.
And is this all?DUKE VINCENTIO
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripen'd time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
I know you'ld fain be gone. An officer!ISABELLA
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 practise.
Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?
One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.DUKE VINCENTIO
A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?LUCIO
My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling friar;DUKE VINCENTIO
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 is a good friar, belike!LUCIO
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,FRIAR PETER
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.
Blessed be your royal grace!DUKE VINCENTIO
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.FRIAR PETER
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?
I know him for a man divine and holy;LUCIO
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 villanously; believe it.FRIAR PETER
Well, he in time may come to clear himself;DUKE VINCENTIO
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 disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.
Good friar, let's hear it.MARIANA
ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forwardDo 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. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
Pardon, my lord; I will not show my faceDUKE VINCENTIO
Until my husband bid me.
What, are you married?MARIANA
No, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
Are you a maid?MARIANA
No, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
A widow, then?MARIANA
Neither, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?LUCIO
My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them areDUKE VINCENTIO
neither maid, widow, nor wife.
Silence that fellow: I would he had some causeLUCIO
To prattle for himself.
Well, my lord.MARIANA
My lord; I do confess I ne'er was married;LUCIO
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!LUCIO
Well, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
This is no witness for Lord Angelo.MARIANA
Now I come to't my lordANGELO
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same 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 the effect of love.
Charges she more than me?MARIANA
Not that I know.DUKE VINCENTIO
No? you say your husband.MARIANA
Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,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.MARIANA
My husband bids me; now I will unmask.DUKE VINCENTIO
UnveilingThis is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow'd contract,
Was fast belock'd in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagined person.
Know you this woman?LUCIO
Carnally, she says.DUKE VINCENTIO
Sirrah, no more!LUCIO
Enough, my lord.ANGELO
My lord, I must confess I know this woman:MARIANA
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity: since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.
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 for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!
I did but smile till now:DUKE VINCENTIO
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice
My patience here is touch'd. 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 practise out.
Ay, with my heartFRIAR PETER
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 seal'd in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived.
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.
Would he were here, my lord! for he indeedDUKE VINCENTIO
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides
And he may fetch him.
Go do it instantly.ESCALUS
Exit ProvostAnd 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.LUCIO
Exit DUKESignior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
'Cucullus non facit monachum:' honest in nothingESCALUS
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
villanous speeches of the duke.
We shall entreat you to abide here till he come andLUCIO
enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
As any in Vienna, on my word.ESCALUS
Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.LUCIO
Exit an AttendantPray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
shall see how I'll handle her.
Not better than he, by her own report.ESCALUS
Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately,ESCALUS
she would sooner confess: perchance, publicly,
she'll be ashamed.
I will go darkly to work with her.LUCIO
That's the way; for women are light at midnight.ESCALUS
Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA; and Provost with the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar's habitCome on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies allLUCIO
that you have said.
My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here withESCALUS
In very good time: speak not you to him till weLUCIO
call upon you.
Come, sir: did you set these women on to slanderDUKE VINCENTIO
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
How! know you where you are?DUKE VINCENTIO
Respect to your great place! and let the devilESCALUS
Be sometime honour'd 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:DUKE VINCENTIO
Look you speak justly.
Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls,LUCIO
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.ESCALUS
Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar,DUKE VINCENTIO
Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd 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 the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to the rack with him! We'll touse you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
Be not so hot; the dukeESCALUS
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble
Till it o'er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,
As much in mock as mark.
Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!ANGELO
What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio?LUCIO
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate:DUKE VINCENTIO
do you know me?
I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: ILUCIO
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?DUKE VINCENTIO
Most notedly, sir.LUCIO
Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, aDUKE VINCENTIO
fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you makeLUCIO
that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and
much more, much worse.
O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by theDUKE VINCENTIO
nose for thy speeches?
I protest I love the duke as I love myself.ANGELO
Hark, how the villain would close now, after hisESCALUS
Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away withDUKE VINCENTIO
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!
[To Provost] Stay, sir; stay awhile.ANGELO
What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.LUCIO
Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, youDUKE VINCENTIO
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?
Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers DUKE VINCENTIOThou art the first knave that e'er madest a duke.LUCIO
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three.
To LUCIOSneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.
This may prove worse than hanging.DUKE VINCENTIO
[To ESCALUS] What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:ANGELO
We'll borrow place of him.
To ANGELOSir, 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,DUKE VINCENTIO
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
When I perceive your grace, like power divine,
Hath look'd 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.ANGELO
Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?
I was, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.ESCALUS
Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, FRIAR PETER and ProvostMy lord, I am more amazed at his dishonourDUKE VINCENTIO
Than at the strangeness of it.
Come hither, Isabel.ISABELLA
Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney'd at your service.
O, give me pardon,DUKE VINCENTIO
That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd
Your unknown sovereignty!
You are pardon'd, Isabel:ISABELLA
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,
Labouring 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 brain'd 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.DUKE VINCENTIO
Re-enter ANGELO, MARIANA, FRIAR PETER, and ProvostFor this new-married man approaching here,MARIANA
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
Your well defended honour, you must pardon
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 stoop'd to death, and with like haste.
Away with him!
O my most gracious lord,DUKE VINCENTIO
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.MARIANA
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
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 withal,
To buy you a better husband.
O my dear lord,DUKE VINCENTIO
I crave no other, nor no better man.
Never crave him; we are definitive.MARIANA
Gentle my liege,--DUKE VINCENTIO
KneelingYou do but lose your labour.MARIANA
Away with him to death!
To LUCIONow, sir, to you.
O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part;DUKE VINCENTIO
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:MARIANA
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded 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.ISABELLA
Most bounteous sir,MARIANA
KneelingLook, if it please you, on this man condemn'd,
As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern'd 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:
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Intents but merely thoughts.
Merely, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say.Provost
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?
It was commanded so.DUKE VINCENTIO
Had you a special warrant for the deed?Provost
No, my good lord; it was by private message.DUKE VINCENTIO
For which I do discharge you of your office:Provost
Give up your keys.
Pardon me, noble lord:DUKE VINCENTIO
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.
His name is Barnardine.DUKE VINCENTIO
I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.ESCALUS
Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
Exit ProvostI am sorry, one so learned and so wiseANGELO
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:DUKE VINCENTIO
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.
Re-enter Provost, with BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO muffled, and JULIETWhich is that Barnardine?Provost
This, my lord.DUKE VINCENTIO
There was a friar told me of this man.Provost
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd:
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.DUKE VINCENTIO
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
Unmuffles CLAUDIO[To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sakeLUCIO
Is he pardon'd; 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 quickening 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 LUCIOYou, 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 theDUKE VINCENTIO
trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I
had rather it would please you I might be whipt.
Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.LUCIO
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
Is any woman wrong'd 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 finish'd,
Let him be whipt and hang'd.
I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore.DUKE VINCENTIO
Your highness said even now, I made you a duke:
good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold.
Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.LUCIO
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,DUKE VINCENTIO
whipping, and hanging.
Slandering a prince deserves it.
Exit Officers with LUCIOShe, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
I have confess'd 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 shill employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's:
The offence 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.
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