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thee. Thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou
art to continue.

Escal. Where were you born, friend? [To Froth.
Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir.
Escal. Are


of fourscore pounds a year ?
Fruth. Yes, and't please you, Sir.
Efcal, So. What trade are you of, Sir ?

[To the Clown.
Clown. A tapster, a poor widow's tapfter.
Escal. Your mistress's name?
Clown. Mistress Over-done.
Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband ?
Clown. Nine, Sir: Over-done by the last.

Escal. Nine ? come hither to me, master Froth: master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapfters ; They will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of

you. Frotb. I thank your worship; for mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in. Escal. Well, no more of it, master Frotb; farewel.

[Exit Froth.
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Come you hither to me, master tapster ; what's your
name, master tapster ?

Clown. Pompey.
Escal. What else?
Clown. Bum, Sir.

Escal. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you, so that, in the beastlieft fenfe, you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey; howsoever you colour it in being a tapfter ; are you not ? come tell me true, it shall be the better


for you.



Clown. Truly, Sir, I am a poor fellow that would live.

Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? what do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trades

Clown. If the law will allow it, Sir.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Clown. Does your worship mean to geld and {play all the youth in the city?

Escal. No, Pompey.

Clown. Truly, Sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: it is but heading and hanging: Clown. If you head and hang all that offend that

way þut for ten years together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads : if this law hold in Vienna ten years, 2 I'll rent the fairest house in it, after three pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say, Pompey told you fo.

Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and in requital of your prophecy, hark you; I advise you, let me not , find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do ; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a Threwd Cæfar to you : in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: fo for this time, Pompey, fare

you well.

2 I'll rent the fairefi house in it, for three perce a bay:] Mr. Theobald found that this was the reading of the old books, and he follows it out of pure reverence for antiquity; for he knows nothing of the meaning of it. He supposes Bay to be that projection called a Bay-window; as if the way of rating houses was by the number of their Bay-windows. But it is quite another thing, and fignifies the squared frame of a timber house ; each of which divisions or squares is called a Bay. Hence a building of fo many Bays.



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Clown. I thank your worship for your good counsel; but I shall follow it, as the feih and fortune shall bet. ter determine. Whip me ? no, no; let carman whip his jade ; The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade.

[Exit. s C & N E Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come hither, master conftable; how long have you been in this place of constable ?

Elb. Seven years and a half, Sir.

Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it fome time: you say seven years together!

Elb. And a half, Sir.

Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you ; they do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it?

Elb. Faith, Sir, few of any wit in such matters; as they are chosen, they are glad to chuse me for them. I do it for some piece of mony, and go through with all.

Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some fix or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.

Elb. To your worship's house, Sir?
Escal. To my house ; fare you well. What's a clock,

[Exit Elbow.
Juft. Eleven, Sir.
Escal. I pray you, home to dinner with me.
Juft. I humbly thank you.

Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ;
But there's no remedy.

Juft. Lord Angelo is severe.

Escal. It is but needful :
Mercy is not it felf, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe ;


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But yet, poor Claudio ! there's no remedy.
Come, Sir.

[Exeunt. S c E N


Enter Provost, and a Servant.
Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight:
I'll tell him of you.

Prov. Pray you, do; I'll know
His pleasure ; 't may be, he'll relent ; alas !
He hath but as offended in a dream :
All fects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
To die for it!

Enter Angelo
Ang. Now, what's the matter, Provost
Prov. Is it your will, Claudio shall die to morrow?

Ang. Did not I tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order ?
Why dost thou ask again?

Prov. Lest I might be too rash.
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Ang. Go to; let that be mine,
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spar’d.

Prov. I crave your pardon.
What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning Juliet ?
She's very near her hour.

Ang. Dispose of her
To some more fitting place, and that with speed.

Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Desires access to you.

Ang. Hath he a Gifter?

Prov. Ay, my good lord, a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sister-hood,
If not already


Ang. Well; let her be admitted. [Exit Servant, See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for it.


Enter Lucio and Isabella. Prov. 'Save your honour. Ang. Stay yet a while. Y'are welcome; what's

your will ?

Isab. I am a woful suitor to your Honour, Please but your Honour hear me.

Ang. Well; what's your suit ?

Isab. There is a vice that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

Ang. Well, the matter?

Ifab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.

Prov. Heav'n give thee moving graces!

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done ; Mine were the very cipher of a function, To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.

Isab. O just, but severe law! I had a brother then; -heav'n keep your Honour!

Lucio. Give not o'er fo: to him again, intreat him, Kneel down before him, hang upon

upon his gown;
You are too cold; if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it.
To him, I say.
Ifab. Must he needs die?


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