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S G E N E XI.

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Enter Lucio.
Lucio.

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Friar, where's the Provost?
Duke. Not within, Sir.

Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes fo red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would set me to't. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow.

By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. Exit Isabella.

Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.

Lucio. Friar, thou knoweft not the Duke so well as I do; he's a better 'woodman, than thou tak'st him for,

Duke. Well; you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.

Lucio. Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee: I tell thee pretty tales of the Duke.

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 marry'd me to the rotten medlar.

Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honeft : rest

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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 bur, I shall stick.

Exeunt. SCENE,

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Fifcal. Ever letter, he hath writ, hath disvouch'd

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Changes to the Palace.

Enter Angelo and Escalus.
VERY

other.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His
actions shew much like to madness: pray heav'n, his
wisdom be not tainted! and why meet him at the
gates, and deliver our authorities there?

Escal. I guess not.

Ang. And why should we proclaim it in 'an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injuftice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?

Escal. He shews his reason for that; to have a dispatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.

Ang. Well; I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd
betimes i'th' morn: I'll call you at your house: give
notice to such men of sort and suit, as are to meet
him.
Escal. I shall, Sir: fare

[Exit.
Ang. Good night.
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant,
And dull to all proceedings. A defloured maid !
And by an eminent body, that enforc'd
The law against it! but that her tender shame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me? yet reason dares her No:
For my authority bears a credent bulk;
That no particular scandal once can touch,
But it confounds the breather. He should have liv’d,
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge;
By so receiving a dishonour'd life,

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With ransom of such shame. 'Would yet, he had

liy'd! Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not.

[Exit.

S CEN E XIII.

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Changes to the Fields without the Town.
Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter.
Duke. HESE letters at fit time deliver me.

The Provost knows our purpose, and our

plot :
The matter being afoot, keep your instruction,
And hold you ever to our special drift;
Tho' sometimes

you

do blench from this to that, As cause doth minister: go, call at Flavius' house, And tell him, where I stay; give the like notice Unto Valentius, Rowland, and to Craffus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate : But send me Flavius first. Peter. It shall be speeded well.

(Exit Friar. Enter Varrius. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou hast made good

haste: Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.

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S CE N E XIV.

Enter Isabella and Mariana.
O speak fo indirectlyI am loth:

I'd say the truth; but to accuse him so,
That is your part; yet I’m advis'd to do it,
He says, to vail full purpose.

Mari. Be rul'd by him.
Vol. II.

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Ifab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse fide,
I should not think it strange; for 'tis a phyfic,
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, Friar Peter-
Isab. Oh, peace; the Friar is come.

Enter Peter.
Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
Where you may have such vantage on the Duke,
He shall not pass you. Twice have the trumpets

founded: The generous and gravest citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away.[Exeunt.

A CT V. S CE N E I.

A public Place near the City.

Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio,

and Citizens at several Doors.

DUKE.
Y very worthy cousin, fairly met;
Our old and faithful friend, we're glad to see

you. Ang. ( Escal. Happy return be to your royal

Grace! Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both : W've made enquiry 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.

Duke Oh, your desert speaks loud; and I should

wrong it,

To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subjects fee, to make them know
That outward courtesies. would fain proclaim.
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus;
You must walk by us on our other hand :
And good supporters are you.[As the Duke is going out.

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Enter Peter and Isabella. Peter.

is your time: speak loud, and kneel

before him. Isab. Justice, O royal Duke! vail your regard Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, 'a maid : Oh, worthy Prince, dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other object, 'Till you

have heard me in my true complaint, And given me justice, justice, justice, juffice. Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be

brief: Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice; Reveal yourself to him,

fab. Oh, worthy Duke, You bid me seek redemption of the devil: Hear me yourself, for that which I must speak Must either punish me, not being believ'd, Or wring redress from you: oh, hear me, hear me.

Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother,
Cut off by course of justice.

Isab. Course of justice!
Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange.

Ifab.

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