Mari. Now I come to't, my lord. In felf-fame manner doth accufe my husband; Ang. Charges fhe more than me? Duke. No? you fay, your husband. [To Mariana. Mari. Why, juft, my lord; and that is Angelo; Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body; But knows, he thinks, that he knows Ifabel's. Ang. This is a strange abuse; let's fee thy face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. [Unveiling. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Which once thou fwor'ft, was worth the looking on: This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract, Was faft belock'd in thine: this is the body, That took away the match from Ifabel; And did fupply thee at thy garden-house In her imagin'd perfon. Duke. Know you this woman? Lucio. Carnally, the fays. Duke. Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Enough, my lord. Ang. My lord, I must confefs, I know this woman; And five years fince there was fome fpeech of marriage Betwixt my self and her; which was broke off, Partly, for that her promised proportions Came fhort of compofition; but, in chief, For that her Reputation was dif-valu'd In levity; fince which time of five years I never spake with her, faw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honour. Mari. Noble Prince, As there comes light from heav'n, and words from breath, As there is fenfe in truth, and truth in virtue, Cc 3 As As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, Let me in fafety raife me from my knees; A marble monument. Ang. I did but fmile 'till now. Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; But inftruments of fome more mightier member, Duke. Ay, with my heart; And punish them unto your height of pleasure. Tho' they would fwear down each particular Saint, Peter. Would he were here, my lord, for he, indeed, Hath fet the women on to this complaint: Your Provost knows the place, where he abides; Duke. Go, do it inftantly. And you, my noble and well-warranted Coufin, Will leave you; but ftir not you, 'till you have well [Exit. Efcal. My lord, we'll do it throughly. Signior Lacio, did not you fay, you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honeft in nothing, but but in his cloaths; and one that hath spoke most villanous fpeeches of the Duke. Efcal. We fhall intreat you to abide here 'till he come, and inforce them against him; we fhall find this Friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Efcal. Call that fame Ifabel here once again: I would speak with her: pray you, my lord, give me leave to queftion; you fhall fee how I'll handle her. Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Efcal. Say you? Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, the fhould fooner confefs; perchance, publickly he'll be afham'd. Enter Duke in the Friar's habit, and Provoft; Isabella is brought in. Efcal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. Efcal. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have faid. Lucio. My lord, here comes the rafcal I spoke of, here with the Provoft. Efcal. In very good time: fpeak not you to him, 'till we call upon you. Lucio. Mum. Efcal. Come, Sir, did you fet these women on to flander lord Angelo? they have confefs'd, you did. Duke. "Tis falfe. Efcal. How? know you where you are? Duke. Refpect to your great Place; and let the devil Be fometime honour'd for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? 'tis he fhould hear me speak. Efcal. The Duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: Look, you speak justly. Duke. Boldly, at least. But oh, poor fouls, Come The Duke's unjust, Cc 4 Thus Thus to retort your manifeft Appeal; Lucio. This is the rafcal; this is he, I spoke of. To call him villain; and then glance from him What? unjuft? Duke. Be not fo hot; the Duke dare no more ftretch This finger of mine, than he dare rack his own: Nor here provincial; my business in this state Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, As much in mock as mark. Efcal. Slander to th' State! away with him to prifon. Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lucio? Is this the man, that you did tell us of? Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate; Do you know me? Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the found of your voice: I met you at the prifon in the abfence of the Duke Lucio. Oh, did you fo? and do you remember what you faid of the Duke? Duke. Moft notedly, Sir. Lucio. Do you fo, Sir? and was the Duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? Duke. Duke. You muft, Sir, change perfons with me, ere you make that my report: you spoke fo of him, and much more, much worse. Lucio Oh thou damnable fellow! did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy fpeeches? Duke. I proteft, I love the Duke as I love my felf. Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses. Efcal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal; ar way with him to prifon: where is the Provoft? away with him to prifon; lay bolts enough upon him; let him fpeak no more; away with those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion. Duke. Stay, Sir, stay a-while. Ang. What! refifts he? help him, Lucio. Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir; why, you bald-pated lying rafcal; you must be hooded, muft you? fhow your knave's vifage, with a pox to you; fhow your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour: will't not off? [Pulls off the Friar's hood, and difcovers the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er mad'st a Duke. First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three. That yet can do thee office? if thou haft, Ang. O my dread lord, I fhould be guiltier than my guiltinefs, When I perceive your Grace, like Pow'r divinė, But |