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Isab. Doth he fo
Lucio. H’as censur'd him already ;
Isab. Alas! what poor
Lucio. Aslay the power you have.
Lucio. Our doubts are traitors ;
Isab. l'll see what I can do.
fab. I will about it strait;
success. Lucio, I take my leave of you. Ijab. Good Sir, adieu.
Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, and Attendants.
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
Escal. Ay, but yet
life Err'd in this point, which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you.
Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, pasling on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two, Guiltier than him they try; what's open made to
justice, That justice seizes on.
What know the laws, That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't, Because we fee it; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it. You
may fo extenuate his offence, For I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
When I that censure him, do so offend,
Ang. See, that Claudio
Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, and Officers. Elb.
a , but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law; bring them away.
Ang. How now, Sir, what's your name? and what's the matter?
Elb. If it please your Honour, I am the poor Duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon juftice, Sir, and do bring in here before your good Honour two notorious benefactors.
Ang. Benefactors ? well; what benefactors are they ? are they not malefactors ?
Elb. If it please your Honour, I know not well what they are; but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good christians ought to have.
Escala Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise officer.
Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
Clown. He cannot, Sir; he's out at elbow.
Elb. He, Sir? a tapster, Sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, Sir, was, as they say, pluckt down in the suburbs; and now the prosesses a hot-house; which, I think, is a very ill house too. Escal. How know
that? Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I deteft before heav'n and your Honour,
Escal. How! thy wife?
Elb. Ay, Sir; whom, I thank heav'n, is an honest woman;
Escal. Dost thou deteft her therefore ?
Elb. I say, Sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.
Escal. How doít thou know that, conftable?
Elb. Marry, Sir, by my wife; who, if the ha! been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanness there.
Escal. By the woman's means ?
Elb. Ay, Sir, by mistress Over-done's means, but as she spit in his face, so she defy'd him.
Clown. Sir, if it please your Honour, this is not fo.
Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it.
Fscal. Do you hear how he misplaces?
“ Clown. Sir, she came in great with child; and " longing (saving your Honour's reverence) for “ stew'd prewns; Sir, we had but two in the house, " which at that very diftanť time stood, as it were, in
a fruit-difh, a dish of fome three pence; (your Honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes.)
Escal. Go to, go to ; no matter for the dish, Sir.
55 Clown. No, indeed, Sir, not of a pin; you are " therein in the right: but to the point; as I say, - this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and
being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for
prewns; and having but two in the dish, as I said; " master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the
rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very
" Clown. Very well; you being then, if you be “ remembered, cracking 'the stones of the foresaid
one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, un" less they kept very good diet, as I told you.
Froth. All this is true,
Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool; to the purpose: what was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? come to what was done to her.
“ Clown. Sir, your Honourcannot come to that yet. Escal, No, Sir, nor I mean it not.
“ Clown. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your " Honour's leave: and, I beseech you, look into u master Froth here, Sir, a man of fourscore pound
a year; whose father dy'd at Hallowmas. Was't
" Clown. Why, very well; I hope here be truths. “ He, Sir, fitting, as I say, in a lower chair, Sir'; “ 'twas in the bunch of grapes, where, indeed, you " have a delight to fit, have you not?
Froth. I have fo, because it is an open room, and good for winter.