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VINCENTIO, Duke of Vienna.
ANGELO, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence.
ESCALUS, an ancient Lord, joined with Angelo in
the deputation.
CLAUDIO, a young Gentleman.
Lucio, a Fantastic.

Two other like Gentlemen.


VARRIUS, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke.


A Justice.

Two Friars.

a simple Constable.

Duke. Escalus,

Esc. My lord.

FROTH, a foolish gentleman.
CLOWN, Servant to Mrs. Overdone.
ABHORSON, an Executioner.
BARNARDINE, a dissolute Prisoner.

SCENE.- Vienna.

Duke. Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me t' affect speech and discourse,
Since I am put to know, that your own science
Exceeds in that the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: Then no more remains
But that to your sufficiency, as your worth is able,
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms

For common justice, y' are as pregnant in
As art and practice hath enriched any
That we remember: There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp.

Lay, bid come before us, Angelo.-
What figure of us think you he will bear!
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply;
Lent hom our terror, drest him with our love,
And given his deputations all the organs
Of our own power: What think you of it?
Esc. If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honor,
It is lord Angelo.

ISABELLA, Sister to Claudio.
MARIANA, betrothed to Angelo.
JULIET, beloved by Claudio.
Mistress OVERDONE, a bawd.


SCENE I.—An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. | As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch d

Enter Duke, ESCALUS, and Lords.

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:


Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and ther


Look, where he comes.
Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will,
I come to know your pleasure.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to the observer, doth thy history
Fully unfo1:-Thyself, and thy belongings,
Are not the own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.
Heaven dth with us, as we with torches do,
Sot lighthem for themselves: for if our virtues
Did not forth of us, 'twere all alike

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As to your soul seems good:-Give me your hand:
I'll privily away; I love the people,

But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and ares vehement:
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes-

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SCENE II-A Street.

Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen.

Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not to composition with the king of Hungary, why then all the dukes fall upon the king.

1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace; but not the king of Hungary's!

2 Gent. Amen.

Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.

2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed.

1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal: there's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace.

2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.

2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.

1 Gent. What? in metre?

Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.

Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.

1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us."

Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists

and the velvet: thou art the list.

1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet: thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil d. for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?

Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.

1 Gent. I think I have done myself wrong; have I not?

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Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder, arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of

you all.

1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee?
Bawd. Marry sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.
1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so.

Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped off. 1 Measure. "A cut of the same cloth. A jest on the loss of hair by the French disease. Corona Vencris.

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Enter Clown.

Clown. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Buwd. Well; what has he done!
Clown. A woman.

Bawd. But what's his offence?

Clown. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him? Clown. No; but there's a woman with maid by him you have not heard of the proclamation, have you?

Bawd. What proclamation, man?

Clown. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down.

Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city?

Clown. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. Bawd. But, shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?

Clown. To the ground, mistress.

Bawd. Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth: what shall become of me!

lack no clients. Though you change your place, Clown. Come, fear not you; good counsellors ster still. Courage; there will be pity taken on you: you need not change your trade; I'll be your tap you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.

let's withdraw. Bawd. What's to do here! Thomas Tapster,

Clown. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there's madam Juliet."


SCENE III- The same.

Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me uus to the world. Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

Prov. I do it not in evil disposition, But from lord Angelo by special charge.

Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority, 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.

Enter LUCIO.

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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 ine:-'tis, surely, for a name.

Lucio. I warrant, it is: and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be In love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him.

Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. I pr'ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service: This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her approbation: Acquamt her with the danger of my state; Implore her, in my voice, that she inake friends To the stric deputy: bid herself assay him; I have great hope in that: for in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as moves men: beside, she hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade.

Lucio. I pray, she may: as well for the encourazement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition; as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost

at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.

Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.

Lucio. Within two hours,

Claud. Come, officer, away.


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Becomes more mock'd than fear a. su vur decrees
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.


It rested in your grace To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleas'd, 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 homa,
And yet my nature never in the sight,
To do it slander: And to behold his sway,

I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr'ythee,
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 V-A Nunnery.


1sab. And have you nuns no further privileges? Fran. Are not these large enough?

Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; But rather wishing a more strict restraint

Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare.
Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within
Who's that which calls!
Fran. It is a man's voice: Gentle Isabella,
Turn you the key, and know his business of him;
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn:
When you have vowed, you must not speak with


Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; But in the presence of the prioress: or if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you answer him. [Exit FRANCISCA. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? Enter LUCIO.

Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me, As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio?

Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask; The rather, for I, now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his sister.

Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:

Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Isab. Woe me! For what?

Lucio. For that which if myself might be his judge,

He should receive his punishment in thanks:
He hath got his friend with child.

Isah. Sir, make me not your story.

It is true.

I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so.
I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted;
By your renouncement an immortal spirit;
And to be talked with in sincerity,
As with a saint.

Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth,"

'tis thus:

Your brother and his lover have embraced :
As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings

Do not make a jest of me. In few and true words.

To teeming foison;" even su her plenteous womb To make him an example: all hope is gone,
Expresseth his full tilth" and husbandry.

Unless you have the grace by your tar prayer
Isab. Some one with child by him? – My cousin To sotien Angelo: And thai s my pith
Juliet !

Of business twixt you and your poor bruther. Lucio. Is she your cousin ?

Isub. Doth he su seek his life? Isab. Adoptediy: as school-maids change their Lucio.

Has censur'de him naines,

Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath By vain though apt affection.

A warrant for his execution. Lucio.

She it is.

Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
Isab. O, let him marry her!

To do him good ?
This is the point. Luciu.

Assay the power you have.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence; Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt, -
Bore many gentlemen, inyself being one,


Our doubts are traitor lu hand, and hope of action : but we do learn And inake us lose the good we oft might win, By those that know the very nerves of state, By fearing to attempt. Go to lord Angelo, His givings-out were or an intinite distance

And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, From his true-meant design. Upon his place, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, And with full line of his authority,

All their petitions are as freely theirs Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood As they themselves would owe them. Is very snow-broth; one who never feels

Isab. I'll see what I can do. The wanton stings and motions of the sense ;


But speedily. But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge

Isab. I will about it straight: With profits of the mind, study and fast.

No longer staying but to give the mother He (to give fear to use and liberty,

Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you : Which have, for long, run by the hideous law, ('ommend me to my brother: soon at night As mice by lions) hath pick'd out an act,

I'll send him certain word of my success. Under whose heavy sense your brothers life

Lucio. I take my leave of you. Falls into forfeit! he arrests him on it;


Good sir, adieu. And follows close the rigor of the statute,



SCENE 1.-A Hall in Angelo's House. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue tall.

Some run from brakese of vice, and answer none; Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, Provost, Officers, and And some condemned for a fault alone. other Attendants.

Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, officers, &c. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the

Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good law,

people in a common weal,s that do nothing bui um Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

iheir alıuses in common houses, I know no law; And let it keep one shape, till custoin make it bring them away. Their perch and not their terror.

Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and Escul.

Ay, but yet what's the matter? Let us be keen, and rather cut a litile,

Elb. If it please your honor. I am the poor duhe's Than fall, and bruise to death: Alas! this gentle constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upeaa

man, Whom I would save, had a most noble father.

justice, sir, and do bring in here before your own

honor two notorious benefacters. Let but your honor know,

Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are (Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue,)

they are they not malefactors? That, in the working of your own affections,

Elb. If it please your honor, I know not well Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, what they are: but precise villains they are, that I Or that the resolute acting of your blood

am sure of; and void of all profanation in the Could have attain'd the edect of your own purpose, world, that good christians ought to have. Whether you had not some time in your life Escal. This comes off well;" here's a wise officer. Err'd in this point which now you censure him, Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elu And pull'u the law upon you.

is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow! Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Člo. He cannot, sír; he's out at elbow. Another thing to fall. I not deny,

Ang. What are you, sir? The jury, passing on the prisoners life,

Elb. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parceli bawd: one May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or tivo that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as Guiltier than him they try: What's open made to they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now justice,

she professess a hot-house, which, I think, is a very That justice seizes. What know the laws,

ill house too. That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very pregnant, Esca'. How know you that? The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Elb. My wife, sir, whoin I detest. before heaven Because we see it; but what we do not see,

and your honor,We tread upon and never think of it.

Escul. How! 'thy wife? You may not so extenuate his oflence,

Elb. Ay, sir; whom, 1 thank heaven, is an honest Fors I have had such faults; but rather tell me,

woman,When I that censure hin, do so offend,

Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ? Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,

Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's boy? Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.

it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Ang

Where is the provost ! Excal. How dost thou know that, constable Prov. Here, if it like your honor.

Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had ing.

See that Claudio been a woman cardinally given, might have been Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:

accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleantiBring him his contessor, let him be prepared :

ness there. For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.

Escal. By the woman's means ? (Ereunt AnGE1.0 and Provost.

Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means: bol Escal. Well, heaver forgive him; and forgive us

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.Well told. Partly. • Breeding plenty filling. a Because.

• Keeps a bagnio.

For protest

as he spit in his face, so she defied him. Cla. Sir, if it please your honor, this is not so. Eh, Prove it before these varlets here, thou honorable man, prove it.

Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces?

[TO ANGELO. Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing (saving your honors reverence) for stew'd prunes; sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood as it were, in a fruitdish, a dish of some three-pence: your honors have seen such dishes; they are not china dishes, but very good dishes.

Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Clo. No. indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therefore in the right; but, to the point: as I say, this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belly'd, 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.

Froth. No, indeed.

Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the stones of the 'foresaid prunes.

Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be re-ember'd, 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.

Froth. All this is true.

Clo. Why, very well then.

Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the pur

Bath What was done to Elbow's wife, that he

cause to complain of! Come me to what was done to her.

Clo. Sir. your honor cannot come to that yet.
Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honor's leave: and I beseech you, look into master Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas :- Was't not at Hallowmas, master Froth!

Froth. All-hollond' eve.

Clo. Why, very well: I hope here be truths: he, sir, 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?

Froth. I have so: because it is an open room, and good for winter.

Clo. Why, very well then;-I hope here be truths.

Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Hopinz, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Escal. I think no less: good morrow to your lordship. [Exit ANGELO. Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?

Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her


Eb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife?

Clo. I beseech your honor, ask me.

Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Clo. 1 beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's ace:-Good master Froth, look upon his honor; tis for a good purpose: doth your honor mark his face?

Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Clo. Nay. I beseech you, mark it well.

Ecal Well, I do so.

Clo. Doth your honor see any harm in his face? Escal. Why, no.

Co. I'll be suppos'd' upon a book, his face is be worst thing about him: good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would know that of your honor. Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say you to it!

5. First, an it like you, the house is a respected euse; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman.

Eve of All Saints day.

2 Easy.

Deposed, sworn.

C'o. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more res pected person than any of us all.

Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet. the time is yet to come, that she was ever respect ed with man, woman, or child.

Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her.

Escal. Which is the wiser here? justice or ini. quity' 74 Is this true?

Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before I was married to her? If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer:- Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have your action of slander too.

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[To the Clown. Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's tapster. Escal. Your mistress's name?

Clo. Mistress Over-done.

Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband?

Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last.

Escal. Nine!-Come hither to me, master Froth, Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them: get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.

Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.

Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: farewell. [Exit FROTH.]- Come you hither to me master tapster; what's your name, master tapster? Clo. Pompey. Escal. What else? Clo. Bum, sir.

Escal. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you color it in being a tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall be the better for you.

Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live.

Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompev? is it a lawful trade?

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth in the city?

Escal. No, Pompey.

Clo Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to 't then: if your worship will take orders for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: it is but heading and hanging.

Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten years together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten years, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after three-pence a day: if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so.

Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you. I advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any con • Constable or Clown. For cannibal.

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