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very near upon The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away.
SCENE I. A publick Place near the City Gate,
MARIANA, (veild,) ISABELLA, and PETER, at a
distance. Enter at opposite doors, Duke, VARRIUS,
Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met :
Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both.
bonds still greater. Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should
5 Most noble.
And let the subject see, to make them know
Peter and ISABELLA come forward.
O, worthy duke,
here. 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.
By course of justice! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange. Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange ?
Nay, ten times strange,
Away with her :-Poor soul, She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness : make not im,
possible That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible, But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute, As Angelo; even so may Angelo, In all his dressings, 8 characts, titles, forms, Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal prince, If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, Had I more name for badness. Duke.
By mine honesty, If she be mad, (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing on thing, As e'er I heard in madness. Isab.
0, gracious duke,
8 Habits and characters of office,
Harp not on that ; nor do not banish reason
Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would
you say? Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio, Condemn'd
the act of fornication
That's I, an't like your grace ;
That's he, indeed. Duke. You were not bid to speak. Lucio.
No, my good lord ; Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Duke.
I wish you now then;
Lucio. I warrant your honour.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong
I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Pardon it; The phrase is to the matter.
Duke. Mended again: the matter ;-—Proceed.
Isab. In brief,—to set the needless process by, How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid, How he refell’d9 me, and how I reply'd; (For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion I now begin with grief and shame to utter : He would not, but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust, Release my brother; and, after much debatement, My sisterly remorse' confutes mine honour, And I did yield to him : But the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant For my poor brother's head. Duke,
This is most likely! Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true! Duke. By heaven, fonda wretch, thou know'st not
what thou speak'st; Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, În hateful practice : 3 First, his integrity Stands without blemish:-next, it imports no reason, That with such vehemency he should pursue Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended, He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself, And not have cut him off: Some one hath set you on; Confess the truth, and say by whose advice Thou cam'st here to complain.
And is this all ? Then, oh, you blessed ministers above,