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SCENE XI.

Enter Lucio.

OOD even;

Friar, where's the Provoft?

Duke. Not within, Sir.

Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to fee thine eyes fo red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and fup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would fet me to't. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Ifabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantaftical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. [Exit Ifabella. 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'ft him for.

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

well.

Lucio. Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee: I can 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 fuch a thing?

Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forfwear it; they would elfe have marry'd me to the rotten medlar.

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

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 fhall flick.

[Exeunt. SCENE,

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Changes to the Palace.

Enter Angelo and Efcalus.

VERY letter, he hath writ, hath disvouch'd other.

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

Efcal. I guess not.

Ang. And why fhould we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they fhould exhibit their petitions in the ftreet?

Efcal. He fhews his reason for that; to have a difpatch 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 fuch men of fort and fuit, as are to meet him.

Efcal. I fhall, Sir: fare you well.

Ang. Good night.

[Exit.

This deed unfhapes me quite, makes me unpregnant,

And dull to all proceedings. A defloured maid!
And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

The law againft it! but that her tender fhame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,

How might fhe tongue me? yet reafon dares her No.
For my authority bears a credent bulk;
That no particular fcandal once can touch,

But it confounds the breather. He fhould have liv`d,
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous fenfe,
Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge;
By fo receiving a dishonour'd life,

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

liv'd!

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

Duke.

SCENE XIII.

Changes to the Fields without the Town.

Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter.

HESE letters at fit time deliver me.

[Exit.

The Proust knows our purpose, and our
plot:

The matter being afoot, keep your inftruction,
And hold you ever to our special drift;

Tho' fometimes you do blench from this to that,
As cause doth minifter: 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 fend me Flavius firft.

Peter. It shall be speeded well.

Enter Varrius.

[Exit Friar.

Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou haft made good

hafte:

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

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Enter Ifabella and Mariana.

O fpeak fo indirectly, I 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 fays, to vail full purpose.

Mari. Be rul'd by him.
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Ifab. Befides, he tells me, that if peradventure
He fpeak against me on the adverfe fide,

I fhould not think it ftrange; for 'tis a phyfic,
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, Friar Peter

Ifab. Oh, peace; the Friar is come.

Enter Peter.

Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have fuch vantage on the Duke, He fhall not pafs you. Twice have the trumpets

founded:

The generous and graveft citizens

Have hent the gates, and very near upon

The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away. [Exeunt.

A C T V. SCENE I.

A public Place near the City.

Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Efcalus, Lucio, and Citizens at feveral Doors.

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DUKE.

MOur old and faithful friend, we're glad to fee

very worthy coufin, fairly met;

you.

Ang. & Efcal. 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 juftice, that our foul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.

Ang. You make my bonds ftill greater.

Duke.

Duke Oh, your defert fpeaks loud; and I fhould wrong it,

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

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Enter Peter and Isabella.

OW is your time: fpeak loud, and kneel before him.

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Ifab. Juftice, 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 have heard me in my true complaint,
you
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice.

Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be

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Here is lord Angelo fhall give you justice;

Reveal yourself to him.

Ifab. Oh, worthy Duke,

You bid me feek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself, for that which I must speak
Muft 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 fuitor to me for her brother,
Cut off by course of justice.

Ifab. Courfe of justice!

Ang. And she will speak moft bitterly, and ftrange.

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