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Duke. No? you say, your husband. [To Mariana.
Mari. Why, juft, my lord; and that is Angelo ;
Ang. This is a strange abufe; let's see thy face.
Duke. Know you this woman?
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman;
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice ;
informal women are no more
Duke. Ay, with my heart;
oath's, Tho' they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies 'gainst his worth and credit, That's feal'd in approbation? You, lord Escalus, Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd. There is another Friar, that set them on; Let him be sent for.
[deed, Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, inHath set the woman on to this complaint: Your Provost knows the place, where he abides; And he
fetch him. Duke. Go, do it instantly. And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth; Do with your injuries, as seems you best, In any chastisement: I for a while Will leave you ; but stir you, not 'till you have well Determined upon these slanderers.
Escal. M Lucio, did not you say, you knew that
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Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honest in nothing,
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke.
Escal. We shall intreat you to abide here 'till he come, and inforce them against him; we shall find this Friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As
any in Vienna, on my word. Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again: I would speak with her: pray you, my lord, give me leave to question ; you ihall see how I'll handle her.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she should sooner confess; perchance, publicly she'll be asham d. Enter Duke in the Friar's habit, and Provost; Isabella
is brought in. Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the
for women are light at midnight.
Escal. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.
Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of, here with the Provost.
Escal. In very good time: speak not you to him, till we call upon you.
Escal. Come, Sir, did you set these women on to sander lord Angelo? they have confess'd you did.
Duke. 'Tis false,
Duke. Respect to your great Place; and let the devil Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.
Escal. The Duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: Look, you speak justly,
Duke. Boldly, at least. But oh, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ?
Good night to your redress: is the Duke gone?
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he, I spoke of.
Escal. Why, thou unrev'rend andunhallow'd Friar,
Duke. Be not so hot; the duke dare no more stretch
Escal. Slander to th' ftate! away with him to prison.
Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lucio? Is this the
did tell us of? (bald-pat; Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, good-man, Do you
know me? Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison in the absence oftheduke.
Lucio. Oh, did you fo? and do you remember what you faid of the duke?
Dilke. Níost notedly, Sir.
fo, Sir? and was the duke a flesh-' monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
Duke. You must, Sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you spoke so of him, and much more, much worse.
Lucio. Oh thou damnable fellow! did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches ?
Duke. I proteft, I love the duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.
Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal; away with him to prison: where is the Provost ? away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon him; let him speak no more; away with those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion.
Duke. Stay, Sir, stay a-while.
Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir; why, you bald-pated lying rascal; you must be hooded, must you? show your knave's visage, with a pox to you; show your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour: will’t not off ?
[Pulls off the Friar's Hood, and discovers the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er mad'sta duke. First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three. Sneak not away, Sir; for the Friar and you Must have a word anon : lay hold on him.
Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; fit you down:
Ang. O my dread lord,