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Duke. No ? you say, your husband. (To Mariana.
Mari. Why, just, my lord; and that is Angelo ; Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body; But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's.
Ang. This is a strange abuse; let's see thy face.
Duke. Know you this woman?
Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman;
[breath, As there comes light from heav'n, and words from As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, But Tuesday night last gone, in's garden-house, He knew me as a wife; as this is true, Let me in safety raise me from my knees; Or else for ever be confixed here, A inarble monument ! Ang. I did but smile 'till now..
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
informal women are no more
Duke. Ay, with my heart;
Oaths, Tho' they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies 'gainst his worth and credit, That's seald 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.
Duke. Go, do it instantly.
have well Determined upon these slanderers.
. Y lord, we'll do it throughly, Signior
Luciodid , Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest perfon? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honeftin 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 shall 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 ashamod. Enter Duke in the Friar's habit, and Provost; Isabella
is brought in.
Lucio. That's the way; 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 lander 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 juftly.
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?
trial in the villain's mouth, Which here you come to accuse.
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he, I spoke of.
Escal. Why, thou unrey'rend andunhallow'd Friar, Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women T'accuse this worthy man, but with foul mouth, And in the witness of his proper ear, To call him villain; and then glance from him To th' duke himself, to tax him with injustice ? Take him hence; to th’rack with him: we'll touze you Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose: What? unjust?
Duke. Be not so hot; the duke dare no more stretch This finger of mine, than he dare rack his own: His subject am I not, Nor here provincial; my business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienná; Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, "Till it o'er-run the stew : laws, for all faults; But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark.
Escal. Slander to th' state! away with him to prison.
Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lucio? Is this the man, that you 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 found of your voice : Imetyou at the prison in the abfence ofthe duke.
Lucio. Oh, did you so? and do you remember what you
faid of the duke? Duke. Most notedly, Sir.
Lucio. Do you fo, Sir? and was the duke a fleshmonger, 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'fta duke. First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three. Sneak not away, Sir; for the Friar and 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,