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Hold therefore, Angelo :
Ang. Now, good my lord,
Duke. • Come, no more evasion :
Ang. Yet give me leave, my lord,
Duke. My haste may not admit it
8 Come, no more evasion :
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
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
Ang. The heav'ns give safety to your purposes !
. Lead forth and bring you back in happiness ! Duke. I thank
Ang. 'Tis fo with me : let us withdraw together, 1
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.
I Gent. Why, 'twas a Commandment to command
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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.
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.
Gent. I have purchas'd as many diseases under her roof, as come to
2 Gent. To what I pray?
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.
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
i Gent. Who's that, I pr’ythee?
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. 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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Clown. Yonder man is carry'd to prison.
Clown. No; but there's a woman with maid by him.
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.