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will I frame, and make fit for his attempt: if you think well to carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof. What think you of it?

Ijab. The image of it gives me content already, and, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perfection. Duke. It lies much in your holding up; hafte

you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he intreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to St. Luke's ; there at the moated Grange resides this dejected Mariana; at that place call upon me, and dispatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly.

Isab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well, good father.

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you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white * bastard.

Duke. Oh, heav'ns! what stuff is here?

Clown. 'Twas never merry world since of two usurics the merriest was put down, + and the worser allow'd by order of law. *** a furr'd gown to keep

* bastard.] A Kind of sweet Wine then much in Vogue. From the Italian, Bastardo.

+ --- and the worser allow'd by order of law. A furr'd gown, &c.] Here a Satire on Usury turns abruptly to a Satire on the Person of the Usurer, without any kind of Preparation. We may be assured then, that a Line or two, at least, have been loft. The Subjeđ of which we may easily discover, a Comparison between the iwo Usurers ; as, before, between the two Usuries. So that for the Future the Passage should be read with Alterisks thus --- by erder of law. *** a furr'd gown, &c.

him warm, and furr’d with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.

Elb. Come your way, Sir: bless you, good father Friar.

Duke. Anil you, good brother father; what offence hath this man made

you,

Sir? Elb. Marry, Sir, he hath offended the law; and, Sir, we take him to be a Thief too, Sir; for we have found upon him, Sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent to the Deputy.

Duke Fie, Sirrah, a bawd, a wicked bawd!
The evil that thou causest to be done,
That is thy means to live. Doft thou but think,
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From such a filthy vice? say to thyself,
From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,
So stinkingly depending! go mend, mend.

Clown. Indeed, it doth stink in some sort; Sir; but yet, Sir, I would proveDuke. Nay, if the devil have giv’n thee proofs for

fin, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer; Correction and instruction must both work, Ere this rude beast will profit.

Elb. He must before the Deputy, Sir; he has given him warning; the Deputy cannot abide a whoremaster; if he be a whore-monger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.

Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, Free from all faults, as faults, from seeming, free!

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Enter Lucio. Elb. IS neck will come to your wafte, a cord, Sir.

Clown. I spy comfort : I cry, bail : here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine.

Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? what, at the wheels of Cæfar? art thou led in triumph? what, is there none of Pigmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting it clutch'd ? what reply? ha? what say'st thou to this tune, matter and method ?

It's not down i'th' last reign. Ha? what say'st thou, trot? is the world as it was, man? which is the way

? is it fad and few words? or how? the trick of it?

Duke. Still thus and thus ; ftill worse?

Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress ? procures she still? ha

Clown. Troth, Sir, The hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.

Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so. Ever your fresh whore, and your powder'd bawd; an unfhunn'd consequence, it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?

Clown. Yes, faith, Sir.

Lucio. Why, 'tis not amifs, Pompey: farewel: go, say, I sent thee thither for debt, Pompey; or how

Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

Lucio. Well, then imprison him; if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his Right. Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd born. Farewel, good Pompey: commend me to the prison,

* Is's not Drown'd i'th' laft Rain?] This strange Nonsense should be thus corre&ed, It's not down i'th' last Reign, i. e. these are Severities unknown to the old Duke's Time. And this is to the Purpose.

Pompeya

come.

Pompey; you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.

Clown. I hope, Sir,your good Worship will be my bail.

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear; I will pray, Pompey, to encrease your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more : adieu, truity Pompey. Bless

Bless you, Friar. Duke. And you. Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? ha? Elb. Come your ways, Sir, come. Clown. You will not bail me then, Sir?

Lucio. Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, Friar? what news ?

Elb. Come your ways, Sir,
Lucio. Go to kennel, Pompey, go,

[Exeunt Elbow, Clown and Officers, S CE N E

VI. What news, Friar, of the Duke ?

Duke. I know none: can you tell me of any?

Lucio. Some fay, he is with the Emperor of Ruffia; other Some, he is in Rome: hut where is he, think

Duke. I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the State, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his abfence; he puts Transgrellion to't.

Duke. He does well in't.

Lucio. A little more lenity to leachery would do no harm in him; something too crabbed that way, Friar.

Duke. * It is too gentle a vice, and severity must

you ?

cure it.

* It is too general a Vice,] The Occasion of the Observation was Lucio's saying, that it ought to be treated with a little more Lenity; and his Answer to it is, - The Vice is of great Kindred. From the Occasion, and the Answer, therefore, it appears, that Shakespear wrote ---- It is too gentle a vice --- which signifying both indulgent and well bred, Lucio humourously takes it in the latter Sense.

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Lucio. Yes, in good footh, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well ally’d; but it is impossible to extirp it quite, Friar, 'till eating and drinking be put down. They say, this Angelo was not made by man and woman after the downright way of creation; is it true, think you ?

Duke. How should he be made then?

Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him. Some, that he was got between two stock-fishes. But it is certain, that when he makes water, his urine is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible.

Duke. You are pleasant, Sir, and speak apace.

Lucio. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece to take away the life of a man? would the Duke, that is absent, have done this ? ere he would have hang'd a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand. He had some feeling of the sport, he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.

Duke. I never heard the absent Duke much detected for women; he was not inclin'd that

way. Lucio. Oh, Sir, you are deceiv'd. Duke. 'Tis not possible.

Lucio. Who, not the Duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was, to put a ducket in her clackdish; the Duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too, that let me inform you.

Duke. You do him wrong, surely.

Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his: a shy fellow was the Duke; and, I believe, I know the cause of his withdrawing.

Duke. What, pr’ythee, might be the cause?

Lucio. No: pardon: ’tis a secret must be lockt within the teeth and the lips; but this I

you understand, the greater file of the subject held the Duke to be wise.

Duke,

can let

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