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S CE N E XI.
Enter Lucio Lucio.
J Friar, where's the Provos? Duke. Not within, Sir.
Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes só red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would set me to't. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. Exit Isabella.
Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do; he's a better woodman, than thou tak'st him for.
Duke. Well; you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
Lucio. Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee: I can tell thee pretty tales of the Duke.
Duke. You have told me too many of him already, Sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.
Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
Duke. Did you such a thing?
Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forswear it; they would else have marry'd me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : rest
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it; nay, Friar, I am a kind of bur, I shall stick.
Changes to the Palace.
Enter Angelo and Escalus. Ffcal. E VERY letter, he hath writ, hath disvouch'd
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. actions shew much like to madness: pray heav'n, his wisdom be not tainted! and why meet him at the gates, and deliver our authorities there?
Escal. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
Escal. He shews his reason for that; to have a dispatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.
Ang. Well; I befeech you, let it be proclaim'd betimes i'th' morn: I'll call you at your house: give notice to such men of sort and suit, as are to meet him. Escal. I shall, Sir: fare
[Exit. Ang. Good night. This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A defloured maid ! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd The law against it! but that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden lofs, How might she tongue me? yet reason dares her No. For my authority bears a credent bulk; That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might in the times to come have ta’en revenge; By so receiving a difhonour'd life,
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. Duke. HESE letters at fit time deliver me.
The Provost knows our purpose, and our
do blench from this to that, As cause doth minifter: go, call at Flavius' house, And tell him, where I stay; give the like notice Unto Valentius, Rowland, and to Craffus, And bid then bring the trumpets to the gate : But send me Flavius first. Peter. It shall be speeded well. [Exit Friar.
Enter Varrius. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou hast made good
haste: Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.
S CE N E XIV.
Enter Isabella and Mariana.
I'd say the truth; but to accuse him so,
Mari. Be rul'd by him.
Ifab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
Mari. I would, Friar Peter-
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.
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A public Place near the City.
Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio,
and Citizens at several Doors.
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
Nbekové pour time : speak loud, and kneel
Enter Peter and Isabella.
Isab. Oh, worthy Duke,
Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
Isab. Course of justice!