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Hold therefore, Angelo :
In our Remove, be thou at full our felf.
Mortality and Mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy Secondary.
Take thy Commission.

Ang. Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more teft made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stampt upon it.

Duke. • Come, no more evasion :
We have with a prepar'd and level'd choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.
Our hafte from hence is of fo quick condition,
That it prefers it felf, and leaves unquestion'd
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
As time and our concernings shall importune,
How it goes with us; and do look to know
What doth befal you here. So, fare you well.
To th’hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your Commissions.

Ang. Yet give me leave, my lord,
That we may bring you something on the way.

Duke. My haste may not admit it
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple ; your fcope is as mine own,
So to inforce, or qualify the Laws,
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 Ave's vehement :

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8 Come, no more evasion :
We have with a prepard and LEAVEN'D choice

Proceeded to you ;') leaven'd has no sense in this place: wê Kould read LEVEL'D choice. The allusion is to archery, when a 'man has fixed upon his object, after taking good aim.

Nor you, fare

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Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.

Ang. The heav'ns give safety to your purposes !
Escal

. Lead forth and bring you back in happiness ! Duke. I thank

[Exit.
Escal. I shall desire you, Sir, to give me leave
To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me
To look into the bottom of my Place:
A pow'r I have, but of what strength and nature
I am not yet instructed.

Ang. 'Tis fo with me : let us withdraw together, 1
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Touching that point.
Escal. I'll wait upon your Honour. [Exeunt.
S C E N E III.

The Street,
Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen.
F the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not

to composition with the King of Hungary, why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King.

i Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's !

2 Gent. Amen.

Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the fanctimonious Pi. rate, that went to sea with the ten Commandments, but scrap'd one out of the Table.

2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal.
Lucio. Ay, that he raz’d.

I 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, does relish the peti-
tion well that prays for Peace.
2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.

Lucio.

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Lucio. I believe thee: for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.

2 Gent. No? a dozen times at leaft.
I Gent. What, in meeter ?
Lucio. ' In any proportion, or in any language.
i Gent. I think, or in any religion.

Lucio. Ay, why not? grace is grace, 'despight of all controversie; as for example, thou thy self art a wicked villain, despight of all grace.

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

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

1. Gent. I think, I have done my self wrong, have I not?

2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted, or free.

Lucio. Behol?, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes.

9 In any proportion, &c.] Here the Oxford Editor gives us a dialogue of his own, instead of this: and, as one would expect, neither so clear nor so lively. And all for want of knowing the meaning of the word proportion, which signifies measure: and refers to the question, What, in meeter?

I despight of all controverfie ; ) Satirically infinuating that the controverfies about grace were so intricate and endless, that the disputants unsettled every thing but this, that grace was grace ; which, however, in spite of controversy, still remained certain.

i Gent.

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Gent. I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof, as come to

2 Gent. To what I pray?
1 Gent. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a year.
i Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown more.

i Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me ; but thou art full of error; I am sound.

Lucio. Nay, not as one would say healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow; impiety hath made a feast of thee.

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Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now, which of your lips has the most profound sciatica?

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

you all.

i Gent. Who's that, I pr’ythee?
Bawd. Marry, Sir, that’s Claudio ; Signior Claudio,
i Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.

Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis fo; I saw him arrested; saw him carry'd away; and, which is more, within these three days his head is to be chopt off.

Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: art thou sure of this?

Bawd. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting madam Julietta with child.

Lucio. Believe me, this may be; he promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping

2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.

i Gent.

i Gent. But most of all agreeing with the Proclamation. Lucio, Away, let's go learn the truth of it. [Exit.

Manet Bawd. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now what's the news with you?

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Enter Clown,

Clown. Yonder man is carry'd to prison.
Bawd. 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 pull'd down?

Clown. To the ground, mistress. 2 They shall stand for seed; ] Seneca, in his mock Apotheofis of Claudius, ridiculing him for having extended the rights of Roman citizens fo immoderately, makes Clotho say, Ego mebercule, pufillum temporis adjicere illi volebam, dum bos pauculos, qui super funt, civitate donaret: constituerat enim omnes Græcos, Gallos, Hifpanos, Britannos, togatos viderz. Sed quoniam placet aliquos peregrinos IN SEMEN RELINQUI, et tu ita jubes fieri, fiat.

Bawd.

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