No, my lord, not I. Vio. Drew to defend him, when he was beset; Vio. Enter OLIVIA and Attendants. Duke. Here comes the countess; now heaven Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?— Duke. Gracious Olivia, [lord, Oli. What do you say, Cesario?-Good my me. Oli. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord, Duke. Still so cruel? Live you the marble-breasted tyrant, still; I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, Oli. Where goes Cesario? Oli. Ah me, detested! how am I beguil'd! Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long? Re-enter Attendant and Priest. When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK, with his head broke. Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon; send one presently to Sir Toby. Oli. What's the matter? Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help: I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew? Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incarnate. Duke. My gentleman, Cesario? Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:-You broke my head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby. Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not. Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter SIR TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Here comes Sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did. Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To. That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Sir To. Then he's a rogue, and a passy-measures pavin; I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Away with him: Who hath made this havock with them? Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be dressed together. Sir To. Will you help?-An ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. [Exeunt Clown, SIR TOBY and SIR ANDREW. Enter SEBASTIAN. Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood, Ant. Sebastian are you? Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Ant. How have you made division of your An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin [self?Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Oli. Most wonderful! Sel. Do I stand there? I never had a brother; Nor can there be that deity in my nature, Of here and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have de vour'd: Of charity, what kin are you to me? [To VIOLA. What countryman? what name? what paren tage? Vio. Of Messaline; Sebastian was my father; Such a Sebastian was my brother too, So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit, You come to fright us. Seb. A spirit I am, indeed; But am in that dimension grossly clad, Which from the womb I did participate. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, And say-Thrice welcome, drowned Viola! Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. Seb. And so had mine. Vio. And died that day when Viola from her Had number'd thirteen years. [birth Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul! He finished, indeed, his mortal act, That day that made my sister thirteen years. Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurp'd attire, Do not embrace me, till each circumstance Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump, That I am Viola: which to confirm, I'll bring you to a captain in this town, [help Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count: All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mis[To OLIVIA. took: But nature to her bias drew in that. Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.- [To VIOLA. And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore, [tion, Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some acIs now in durance, at Malvolio's suit, A gentleman and follower of my lady's. Oli. He shall enlarge him :-Fetch Malvolio A most extracting frenzy of mine own Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do; he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool delivers the madman:-By the lord, maOli. How now! art thou mad? [dam,Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must allow vox. Oli. 'Pry'thee, read i' thy right wits. Clo. So I do, madonna: but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princes, and give ear. Oli. Read it you, sirrah. [TO FABIAN. Fab. [Reads. By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which Idoubt not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used Malvolio. Oli. Did he write this? Duke. This savours not much of distraction. My lord, so please you, these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife, [you, One day shall crown the aliance on't, so please Here at my house, and at my proper cost. Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer. Your master quits you [To VIOLA]; and, for your service done him, So much against the mettle of your sex, Oli. A sister?-you are she. Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO. Duke. Is this the madman? Oli. How now, Malvolio? Ay, my lord, this same: Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no. Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you, Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, But, when we know the grounds and authors Fab. [thee! Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one :-By the Lord, fool, I am When that I was a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, [Exeunt. With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, Measure for Measure. Persons Represented. VICENTIO, Duke of Vienna. ANGELO, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence. ELBOW, a simple Constable. ESCALUS, an ancient Lord, joined with Angelo in Clown, Servant to Mrs. Over-done. the Deputation. ABHORSON, an Executioner. CLAUDIO, a young Gentleman LUCIO, a Fantastick. SCENE-Vienna. Since I am put to know, that your own science For common justice, you are as pregnant in, From which we would not have you warp.Call hither, I bid come before us Angelo.say, [Exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: What think you of it? Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo. Enter ANGELO. Duke. Look, where he comes. Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life, That, to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine issues: nor nature never lends Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech In our remove, be thou at full ourself; Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Duke. No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Ang. As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; But do not like to stage me to their eyes: A power I have; but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. [gether, Ang. 'Tis so with me:-Let us withdraw toAnd we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. Escal I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Street. Enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen. Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not to composition with the king of Hungary, why, then all the dukes fall upon the king. 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen. Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonions pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal: There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace. Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in metre? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: As for example; Thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of shears between us. Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list. 1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet: thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. 1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not? 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to-- 2 Gent. To what, I pray? 1 Gent. Judge. 2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year. 1 Gent. Ay, and more. Lucio. A French crown more. 1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me but thou art full of error; I am sound. Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy: but so sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow: impiety has made a feast of thee. Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so. Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so; I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped off. Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so; Art thou sure of this? Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting madam Julietta with child. Lucio. Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. 2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose. 1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it. [Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you? Enter Clown. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. Bawd. But what's his offence? Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by him: You have not heard of the proclamation, have you? Bawd. What man, proclamation? Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down. [city? Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs he pull'd down? Clo. To the ground, mistress. Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the commonwealth! What shall become of me? Clo. Come, fear not you; good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage; there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let's withdraw. Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Enter PROVOST, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers; LUCIO, and two Gentlemen. Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed. Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority, Make us pay down for our offence by weight. The works of heaven;-on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just. Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, As surfeit is the father of much fast, [liberty; So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint: Our natures do pursue, (Like rats that ravin down their proper bane) A thirsty evil: and when we drink, we die. Lucio. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors: And yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprisonment.-What's thy offence, Clandio? Claud. What, but to speak of would offend Lucio. What is it? murder? [again Claud. No. Laucio. Lechery? Claud. Call it so. Prov. Away, sir; you must go. Claud. One word, good friend :-Lucio, a word with you. [Takes him aside. Lucio. Á hundred, if they'll do you any good.Is lechery so look'd after? Claud. Thus stands it with me:-Upon a true A horse whereon the governor doth ride, the wall So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round. And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me;-'tis surely, for a name. Lucio. I warrant, it is :-and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off.-Send after the duke, and appeal to him. I Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. pr'y thee, Lucio, do me this kind service: This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her approbation: Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him; I have great hope in that: for in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, [art Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade. Lucio. I pray, she may as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition; as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her. Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. Lucio. Within two hours,Claud. Come, officer, away. SCENE IV-A Monastery. Enter DUKE and FRIAR THOMAS. [Exeunt. Duke. No, holy father; throw away that thought; |