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wel, good Pompey : commend mę to the prison, Pompey; you will turn good husband now, Pompey ; you will keep the house.
Clown. I hope, Sir, your good Worship will be my bail.
Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey ; it is not the wear; I will pray, Pompey, to encrease your bondage; if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more : adieu, crusty Pompey. Bless you, Friar.
Duke. And you.
Lucio. Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad,
Elb. Come your ways, Sir, come.
[Exeunt Elbow, Clown and Officers. What news, Friar, of the Duke ?
Duke. I know none : can you tell me of any ?
Lucio. Some say, he is with the Emperor of Ruffia; other Some, he is in Rome; but where is he, think you?
Duke. I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.
Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the State, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts Transgreflion to't.
Duke. He does well in'r.
Lucio. A little more lenity to leacherý would do no harm in him ; fomething too crabbed that way, Friar.
Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it. Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a
great kindred; it is well ally'd; but it is impoffible to extirp is quite, Friar, 'till eating and drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo was not made by man and woman after the downright way of creation; is it true, think you ?
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Duke. How should he be made then? · Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him. Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain, that when he makes water, his urine is congeald ice; that I know to be true : (18) and he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible.
Duke. You are pleasant, Sir, and speak apace.
Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece to take away the life of a man? would the Duke, that is absent, have done this ? ere he would have hang'd a man for the getciog 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,
Duke. I never heard the absent Duke much detected for women; he was not inclin'd that way. Lucio. Oh, Sir, you are deceiv'd. Duke. 'Tis not possible.
Lucio. Who, not the Duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was, to put a ducker in her clackdish; the Duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too, that let me inform you.
Duke. You do him wrong, surely.
Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his: a shy fellow was the Duke ; and, I believe, I know the cause of his withdrawing.
Duke. What, pr’ythee, might be the cause?
Lucio. No: pardon : 'tis a secret must be lockt with. in the teeth and the lips; but this I can let you understand, the greater file of the Subject held the Duke to be wise.
Duke. Wise? why, no question, but he was.
Lucio. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.
(18) - and he is a Motion generative ; that's infallible.] This may be Sense; and Lucio, perhaps, may mean, that tho' Angelo have the Organs of Generation, yet that he makes no more Use of them than if he were an inanimate Puppet. But I rather think, our Author wrote ;
and he is a Motion ungenerative, because Lucro again in this very Scene says : - this ungenitur'd Agent will unpeople ibe Province with Continency.
Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking: the very stream of his life, and the business he hath helmed, must upon a warranted Need give him a better proclamation. Let him be but teftimonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall appear to the envious, a scholar, a statesman, and a foldier. Therefore, you speak unskilfully; or if your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd'in your malice.
Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love him.
Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and knowa ledge with dear love.
Lucio. Come, Sir, I know what I know.
Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But if ever the Duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him : if it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it; I am bound to cali upon you, and, I pray you, your name?
Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio, well known to the Duke.
Duke. He shall know you better, Sir, if I may live to report you.
Lucio. I fear you not.
Duke. O, you hope, the Duke will return no more ; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite; but, indeed, I can do you little harm: you'll forswear this again?
Lucio. I'll be hang'd first: thou art deceiv'd in me, Friar. But no more of this. "Canst thou tell, if Claudio die to morrow, or no?
Duke. Why should he die, Sir?
Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tun-dish: I would, the Duke, we talk of, were return'd again; this ungenitur'd agent will unpeople the province with Continency. Sparrows must not build in his house-eves, because they are leacherous. The Duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light; would he were return'd! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. Farewel, good
Friar; I pry'thee, pray for me: (19) the Duke, I say to thec again, would eat mutcon on Fridays. He's now past it; yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with å beggar, tho? she smelt of brown bread and garlick: say, that I said so, farewel.
[Exit. Duke. No Might nor Greatness in mortality Can Censure scape : back-wounding Calumny The whitest Virtue strikes. What King so strong Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue? But who comes here?
Enter Escalus, Provost, and Bawd. Escal. Go, away with her to prison.
Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your Honour is accounted a merciful man: good my lord.
Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind? this would make mercy swear, and play the tyrant,
Prov. A bawd of eleven years continuance, may it please your Honour. .
Bawd. My lord, this is one Lucio's information against me: mistress Kate Keep-down was with child by him in the Duke's time; he promis'd her marriage ; his child is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it my self; and fee, how he gocs about to abuse me.
Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much licence ; let him be call'd before us. Away with her to prison : go to; no more words. [Exeunt with the Bawd.} Provoft, my brother Angelo will not be alter'd ; Claudio muft die to morrow : let him be furnith'd with Di. vines, and have all charitable preparation. If my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so wich him.
(19) The Duke, I say to thee again, would eat Mutton on Fridays.] This is not meant to impeach the Duke of being an ill Catholick, as transgressing the Rules of Abstinence in Diet : But the Joke, alluded to, will be explain'd' by looking back to the third Note on the Two Gentlemen of Verona.
Pro. So please you, this Friar hath been with him, and advis'd him for the entertainment of death,
Escal. Good even, good father.
Duke. Not of this country, tho' my chance is now
Escal. What news abroad i'ch' world ?
Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the diffolution 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 conftant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth ęnough alive, to make societies secure; but security enough, to make fellowships accurat. 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?
Escal. One, that, above all other strifes,
Duke. What pleasure was he giv'n to?
Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which profeft 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 pro par'd ? I am made to underftand, that you have lent him visitation.
Duke. He profeffes to have received no Gnister measure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himfelf to the determination of justice ; yet had he fram'd 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 refoly'd to die.
Efcal. You have paid the heav'ns your Function, and the prisoner the very debt of your Calling. I have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the extremest fhorc