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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.


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Changes to the Fields without the Town.
Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter.

HESE letters at fit time deliver me.


Duke. T The provojt knows our purpose, and our

The matter being afoot, keep your instruction,
And hold you ever to our special drift;
Tho' sometimes you do blench from this to that,
As cause doth minister : go, call at Flavius' house,
And tell him, where I stay ; give the like notice
Unto Valentius, Rowland, and to Cralus,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate :
But send me Flavius first.
Peter. It shall be specded well. [Exit Friar.

Enter Varrius.
Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou hast made good

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

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Enter Isabella and Mariana.
isab. T Id Tay the truth; but to accufe him so,

O speak , am :
That is your part; yet I 'm advis'd to do it,
He says, to vail full purpose.

Mari. Be rul'd by him.
Vol. II.



Isab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse fide,
I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic,
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, Friar Peter-
Isab. Oh, peace; the Friar is come.

Enter Peter.
Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
Where you may have such vantage on the Duke,
He shall not pass 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 CT V. § C E N E I.

A public Place near the City.

Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio,

and Citizens at several Doors.


Y very worthy cousin, fairly met;
Our old and faithful friend, we're glad to see

you. Ang. & Escal. Happy return be to your royal

Grace! Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both: W 'e made enquiry of you, and we hear Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital. Ang. You make my bonds still greater.


.Duke Oh, your desert speaks loud; and I should

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

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Entér Peter and Isabella. Peter. W is your time : speak loud, and kneel

before him. Isab. Justice, 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 objea, 'Till you have heard me in my true complaint, And given me justice, justice, justice, justice. Duke. Relate your wrongs; in what, by whom? be

brief: Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice; Reveal yourself to him,

Isab. Oh, worthy Duke, You bid me seek redemption of the devil: Hear me yourself, for that which I must speak Must 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 suitor to me for her brother,
Cut off by course of justice.

Ifab. Course of justice!
Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strange.


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Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak; That Angelo's forsworn, is it not strange? That Angelo's a murth’rer, is't not strange? That Angelo is an adult'rous thief, An hypocrite, a virgin-violater; Is it not ftrange, and strange?

Duke. Nay, it is ten times strange.

Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo,
Than this is all as true, as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times truer; for truth is truth
To th' end of reckoning.

Duke. Away with her: poor soul,
She speaks this in th' 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

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, caracts, 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. Gracious Duke,
Harp not on That; nor do not banish reason
For inequality; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear, where it seems hid;
Not hide the false, seems true.

Duke. Many, that are not mad,
Have, sure, more lack of reason.
What would you say?


Isab. I am the fifter of one Claudio, Condemn'd


the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo :
I, in probation of a sisterhood,
Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio,
As then the messenger,-

Lucio. That's I, an't like your Grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her
To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo,
For her poor brother's pardon.

Isab. That's he, indeed.
Duke. You were not bid to speak. [To Lucio.
Lucio. No, my good lord, nor wilh'd to hold my

Duke. I wish you now then;
Pray, you,
take note of it: and when


have A business for yourself; pray heav'n, you

then Be perfect.

Lucio. I warrant your Honour. .
Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed to't.
Ijab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale.
Lucio. Right.

Duke. It may be right, but you are in the wrong To fpeak before your time. Proceed.

Isab. I went
To this pernicious caitiff Deputy.

Duke. That's fomewhat madly spoken.

Ifab. 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 repelld 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 concupiscent intemp'rate luft, Release my brother; and after much debatement,

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