Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough. Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child. Duke. Did you such a thing? Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forswear it: they would else have married me to the rotten medlar. Duke. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO's House. Enter ANGELO, and ESCALUS. Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd other. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there? Escal. I guess not. Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his ent'ring, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street? This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, For my authority bears of a credent bulk Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense. With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had liv'd! Alack! when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not. [Erit. SCENE VI.-Street near the City Gate. Enter ISABELLA, and MARIANA. Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath: I would say the truth; but to accuse him so, That is your part; yet I'm advis'd to do it, He says, to veil full purpose. Mari. I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic, Mari. I would, friar Peter- O, peace! the friar is come. F. Peter. Come; 1 have found you out a stand SCENE I.-A public Place near the City Gate. MARIANA, (veil'd,) ISABELLA, and PETER, at a distance. Enter at several doors, DUKE, VARRIUS, Lords: ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens. Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met:— Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal grace! Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. 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. Ang. You make my bonds still greater. Duke. O! your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it, To lock it in the wards of covert bosom, Friar PETER, and ISABELLA come forward. F. Peter. Now is your time. Speak loud, and kneel before him. Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard Till you have heard me in my true complaint, Be brief. Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice: strange. Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will 1 speak. That Angelo's forsworn, is it not strange? An hypocrite, a virgin-violator, Nay, it is ten times strange. Duke. That which but seems unlike. 'Tis not impossible, In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, No, my good lord; Duke. You were not bid to speak. Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Lucio. I warrant your honour. Duke. The warrant's for yourself: take heed to it. Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Lucio. Right. Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your time.-Proceed. Isab. I went To this pernicious, caitiff deputy. The phrase is to the matter. Pardon it: Duke. Mended again: the matter?-Proceed. Isab. In brief,-to set the needless process by, How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd, How he refell'd me, and how I repli'd, (For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion Release my brother; and, after much debatement, And I did yield to him. But the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant Duke. Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, On him so near us? This needs must be a practice. Who knew of your intent, and coming hither? Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Duke. A ghostly father, belike.-Who knows that Lodowick? Lucio. My lord, I know him: 'tis a meddling friar; I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord, And to set on this wretched woman here I saw them at the prison. A saucy friar, F. Peter. Blessed be your royal grace' I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard And, on my trust, a man that never yet Lucio. My lord, most villainously: believe it. But at this instant he is sick, my lord, So vulgarly and personally accus'd, Good friar, let's hear it. Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo?— Duke. Mari. No, my lord. What, are you married? Duke. Are you a maid? And is this all! Then, O! you blessed ministers above, woe, As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go! Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone.—An officer! To prison with her.-Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall Are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife? cause To prattle for himself. Lucio. Well, my lord. Mari. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married; And, I confess, besides, I am no maid: I have known my husband, yet my husband knows not That ever he knew me. Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better. Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou wert so too! Lucio. Well, my lord. Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. Mari. Now I come to't, my lord. 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 th' effect of love. Ang. Charges she more than me? Mari. Not that I know. Duke. No? you say, your husband. Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. Ang. This is a strange abuse.-Let's see thy face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. [Unveiling. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, on: |