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Abhor. Sir, it is a mistery.
Carn. Proof.
Abhar. Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

big enough : if it be too big for Let us consider it a little. The your thief, jour thief thinks it lit- Hangmancalls histrade a mittery: tle encugh: jo every true man's ap. the Clown cannot conceive it. parel fits your thief ] Thus it ThcHang manundertakes to prove itcod in all the edicions till Mr. it in thele words, Every true man's Theobald's, and was, methinks, apparel, &c. but this proves the not very difficult to be under- thief's trade a mitiery, noi the stood. The plain and humour- hangman's,

Hence it appears ons sense of the speech is this. that the speech in which the Every true man's apparel which bangman prov'd his trade a mile. the thief robs him of, fits the ry, is lost. The very words it is thief. Why? because if it be impoffible to retrieve, but one too little for the thief, the true may easily under fand what ineman thinks it big enough: i.e. dium he employed in proving it: a purchase too good for him. So without doubt the very fame the that this fits the thief in the opi- Clown employed to prove the nion of the true man. But if it thiet's trade a mistery: namely, be too big for the thief, yet the that all sorts of clothes fitted the thief thinks it little enough: i, hangman. The Clou's, on heare, of value little enough. So ing this argument, senlied, I that this fits the thief in his own suppose to this effect; W'by, by opinion. Where we fee that the the same kind of reasoning, I can pleasantry of the joke consists in prove the thief s trade ton to be a the equivocal sense of big enough mifiery. The other asks how, and little enough. Yet Mr. Thion and the Clown goes on as above, bald says, he can see no sense in Every true man's apparel fits pour all this, and therefore alters the thief; if it be 100 little, &c. The whole thus.—Abhor. Every true jocularionclufion from the whole man's apparel fits your thief. being an infinuation that thief and Clown. If it be too little for your hangman were rogues alike. This true man, your, thief thinks it big conjeciure gives a spirit and inteenough : if it be too big for your grity to the dialogue, which, in true man, your thief thinks it lit- its present mangled condition, is tle enough.

-And for this alte- altogether wanting : and shews ration gives this extraordinary wby the argoment of every true reason. -I am satisfied the poet man's apparel, &c. was in all the intended a regular fyllogism; and editions given to the Clown, 10 I jubmit it to judgment, whether whom indeed it belongs; and my regulation has not reford that likewise that the p.esent reading wit and humour which was quite of that argument is ihe true, lofi in the depravation - But The lo! speeches came in at the the place is corrupt, tho' Mr. place marked by the afterisks. Theobald could not find it out.

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Cloron. If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough : if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough ; so every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Re-enter Provost.

your bawd

Prov. Are you agreed ?

Clown. Sir, I will serve him : for I do find, your hangman is a more penitent trade than

; he doth oftener ask forgiveness.

Prov. You, firrah, provide your block and your ax to-morrow, four o'clock.

Abbor. Come on bawd, I will instruct thee in my trade. Follow

Clown. I do desire to learn, Sir ; and I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare : for, truly, Sir, for your kindness, I owe you a good turn.

[Exit. Prov. Call hither Barnardine, and Claudio : One has my pity ; not a jot the other, Being a murd'rer, tho' he were my brother,

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Look, 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?
Claud. As fast lock'd up in Neep, as guiltless la-

bour
When it lyes ftarkly 3 in the traveller's bones.
He'll not awake.

Prov. Who can do good on him : Well, go, prepare yourself. [Exit. Claud.) But hark, what noise ?

[Knock wirbin.

3 farkly.) Stifly. These two lines afford a very pleasing image.

Heav'n give your spirits comfort !-by and by;
I hope, it is some pardon, or reprieve,
For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome, father.

Enter Duke.

Duke. The best and wholesom'ft fpirits of the night Invellop you, good Provost! who call'd here of late ?

Prov. None, since the curfew rung.
Duke. Not Isabel?
Prov. No.
Duke. They will then, ere't be long,
Prov. What comfort is for Claudio ?
Duke. There's some in hope.
Prov. It is a bitter deputy.

Duke. Not so, not so; his life is paralleld
Ev'n with the stroke * and line of his great justice;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself, which he spurs on his pow's
4 To qualifie in others. Were he mealds
With that, which he corrects, then were he tyran.

nous; But this being so, he's just. Now they are come.

(Knock. Provost goes out. This is a gentle Provost ; seldom, when The fteeled goaler is the friend of men. How now? what noise ? that spirit's poffest with

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* Stroke is here put for the That wounds the unrefifting Atrole of a pen or a line.

poftern with theje strokes.] + To qualify.) To temper, to The line is irregular, and the unmoderate, as we say wine is qua- refifting postern so strange an exlified with water.

pression, that want of measure, s Were he meal d.] Were be · and want of sense might juftly sprinkled ; were he defiled. A raise suspicion of an errour, yet figure of the same kind our Aus - none of the latter Editors seem thor uses in Macbeth, the blood. to have supposed the place faulbolter'd Banquo.

ty except Sir Tho. Hanmer, who 6 that spirit's polleft with reads th' unresting postern. The bafte,

three folios have a un ifting pof

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That wounds the unresisting postern with these strokes.

[Provoft returns. Prov. There he must stay, until the officer Arise to let him in; he is callid up.

Duke. Have you no countermand for Claudio yet, But he must die to-morrow?

Prov. None, Sir, none.

Duke. As near the dawning, Provost, as it is,
You shall hear more ere morning.

Prov. Happily,
You something know; yet, I believe, there comes
No countermand ; no such example have we:
Besides, upon the very fiege of justice,
Lord Angelo hath to the publick ear
Profest the contrary.

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Duke. This is his lord ship's man.
Pro. And here comes Claudio's pardon.

Mell. My lord hath sent you thiş 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. Prov. I shall obey him.

(Exit Messenger. Duke. This is his pardon, purchas'd by such fin,

( Afide. For which the pardoner himself is in : Hence hath offence his quick celerity, When it is borne in high authority; tern, out of which Mr. Rowe tralied unrefting, but he groundmade unrefifting, and the rest fol- ed his emendation on the very lowed him. Sir Tho. Hanmer fyllable that wants authority, seems to have supposed unrefift. What can be made of unpsting I ing the word in the copies, from know not; the best that occurs which he plausibly enough ex to me is un feeling,

When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
That, for the fault's love, is th' offender friended.
Now, Sir, what news ?

Prov. I told you ; lord. Angelo, be like, thinking me remifs in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting on; methinks, ftrangely; for he hath not us'd it before.

Duke, Pray you, let's hear.

Provost reads the letter,

What focver you may bear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock, and in the afternoon Barnardine : for my better satisfaction, let me bave Claudio's bead sent me by five. Let this be duly perform’d, with a thought ibat more depends on it than we must jet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as jou will answer it at your peril.

years old.

What say you to this, Sir ?

Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed in the afternoon?

Prov. A Bohemian born; but here nurst up and bred ; one that is a prisoner nine

Duke. How came it that the absent Duke bad not either deliver'd him to his liberty, or executed bim? I have heard, it was ever his manner to do so.

Prov. His friends still wrought reprieves for him ; and, indeed, his fact, 'till now in the government of lord Angelo, came not to an undoubted proof.

Duke. Is it now apparent ?
Prov. Most manifest, and not deny'd by himself.

Duke. Hath he born himself penitent in prison? how seems he to be touch'd ?

Prov. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully, but as a drunken neep; careless, reckless, and

fear

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