| VINCENTIO | the Duke. (DUKE VINCENTIO:) |
| ANGELO | Deputy. |
| ESCALUS | an ancient Lord. |
| CLAUDIO | a young gentleman. |
| LUCIO | a fantastic. |
| Two other gentlemen.
(First Gentleman:) (Second Gentleman:) Provost. |
|
| PETER (FRIAR PETER:)
THOMAS (FRIAR THOMAS:) |
|
| two friars. | |
| A Justice. | |
| VARRIUS: | |
| ELBOW | a simple constable. |
| FROTH | a foolish gentleman. |
| POMPEY | servant to Mistress Overdone. |
| ABHORSON | an executioner. |
| BARNARDINE | a dissolute prisoner. |
| ISABELLA | sister to Claudio. |
| MARIANA | betrothed to Angelo. |
| JULIET | beloved of Claudio. |
| FRANCISCA | a nun. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | a bawd. |
| Lords, Officers, Citizens, Boy, and Attendant.
(Servant:) (Messenger:) |
| [Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, ESCALUS, Lords and
Attendants] |
|
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Escalus. |
| ESCALUS | My lord. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you: then no more remains, But that to your sufficiency [ ] [ ] as your Worth is able, And let them work. The nature of our people, Our city's institutions, and the terms For common justice, you're as pregnant in As art and practise hath enriched any That we remember. There is our commission, From which we would not have you warp. Call hither, I say, bid come before us Angelo. |
| [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, dress'd him with our love, And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: what think you of it? |
|
| ESCALUS | If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is Lord Angelo. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Look where he comes. |
| [Enter ANGELO] | |
| ANGELO | Always obedient to your grace's will,
I come to know your pleasure. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | 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, they 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 The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him advertise; Hold therefore, Angelo:-- In our remove be thou at full ourself; Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus, Though first in question, is thy secondary. Take thy commission. |
| ANGELO | Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | No more evasion:
We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us, and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well; To the hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions. |
| ANGELO | Yet give leave, my lord,
That we may bring you something on the way. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple; your scope is as mine own So to enforce or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand: I'll privily away. I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes: Through it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and Aves vehement; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does affect it. Once more, fare you well. |
| ANGELO | The heavens give safety to your purposes! |
| ESCALUS | Lead forth and bring you back in happiness! |
| DUKE | I thank you. Fare you well. |
| [Exit] | |
| ESCALUS | I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave
To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place: A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. |
| ANGELO | 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together,
And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. |
| ESCALUS | I'll wait upon your honour. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [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. |
| First Gentleman | Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of
Hungary's! |
| Second Gentleman | Amen. |
| LUCIO | Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate,
that
went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table. |
| Second Gentleman | 'Thou shalt not steal'? |
| LUCIO | Ay, that he razed. |
| First Gentleman | 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, do relish the petition well that prays for peace. |
| Second Gentleman | I never heard any soldier dislike it. |
| LUCIO | I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where
grace was said. |
| Second Gentleman | No? a dozen times at least. |
| First Gentleman | What, in metre? |
| LUCIO | In any proportion or in any language. |
| First Gentleman | 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. |
| First Gentleman | 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. |
| First Gentleman | And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt
a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, 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. |
| First Gentleman | I think I have done myself wrong, have I not? |
| Second Gentleman | 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-- |
| Second Gentleman | To what, I pray? |
| LUCIO | Judge. |
| Second Gentleman | To three thousand dolours a year. |
| First Gentleman | Ay, and more. |
| LUCIO | A French crown more. |
| First Gentleman | 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 MISTRESS OVERDONE] | |
| First Gentleman | How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried
to prison was worth five thousand of you all. |
| Second Gentleman | Who's that, I pray thee? |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. |
| First Gentleman | Claudio to prison? 'tis not so. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested, saw
him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped off. |
| LUCIO | But, after all this fooling, I would not have it
so.
Art thou sure of this? |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | 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. |
| Second Gentleman | Besides, you know, it draws something near to the
speech we had to such a purpose. |
| First Gentleman | But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. |
| LUCIO | Away! let's go learn the truth of it. |
| [Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen] | |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what
with the gallows and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. |
| [Enter POMPEY] | |
| How now! what's the news with you? | |
| POMPEY | Yonder man is carried to prison. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Well; what has he done? |
| POMPEY | A woman. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | But what's his offence? |
| POMPEY | Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | What, is there a maid with child by him? |
| POMPEY | No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have
not heard of the proclamation, have you? |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | What proclamation, man? |
| POMPEY | All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | And what shall become of those in the city? |
| POMPEY | They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too,
but that a wise burgher put in for them. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs
be
pulled down? |
| POMPEY | To the ground, mistress. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!
What shall become of me? |
| POMPEY | Come; fear you not: 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. |
| MISTRESS OVERDONE | What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw. |
| POMPEY | Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost
to
prison; and there's Madam Juliet. |
| [Exeunt] | |
| [Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers] | |
| CLAUDIO | Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed. |
| Provost | I do it not in evil disposition,
But from Lord Angelo by special charge. |
| CLAUDIO | Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just. |
| [Re-enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen] | |
| LUCIO | Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint? |
| CLAUDIO | From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast, 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 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, Claudio? |
| CLAUDIO | What but to speak of would offend again. |
| LUCIO | What, is't murder? |
| CLAUDIO | No. |
| LUCIO | Lechery? |
| CLAUDIO | Call it so. |
| Provost | Away, sir! you must go. |
| CLAUDIO | One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you. |
| LUCIO | A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so look'd after? |
| CLAUDIO | Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed: You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order: this we came not to, Only for propagation of a dower Remaining in the coffer of her friends, From whom we thought it meet to hide our love Till time had made them for us. But it chances The stealth of our most mutual entertainment With character too gross is writ on Juliet. |
| LUCIO | With child, perhaps? |
| CLAUDIO | Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke-- Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his emmence that fills it up, I stagger in:--but this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by 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 milkmaid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to him. |
| CLAUDIO | I have done so, but he's not to be found.
I prithee, 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, Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art 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. |
| CLAUDIO | I thank you, good friend Lucio. |
| LUCIO | Within two hours. |
| CLAUDIO | Come, officer, away! |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter DUKE VINCENTIO and FRIAR THOMAS] | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | No, holy father; throw away that thought;
Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth. |
| FRIAR THOMAS | May your grace speak of it? |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | My holy sir, none better knows than you
How I have ever loved the life removed And held in idle price to haunt assemblies Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo, A man of stricture and firm abstinence, My absolute power and place here in Vienna, And he supposes me travell'd to Poland; For so I have strew'd it in the common ear, And so it is received. Now, pious sir, You will demand of me why I do this? |
| FRIAR THOMAS | Gladly, my lord. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | We have strict statutes and most biting laws.
The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds, Which for this nineteen years we have let slip; Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight For terror, not to use, in time the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; And liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. |
| FRIAR THOMAS | It rested in your grace
To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased: And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd Than in Lord Angelo. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | I do fear, too dreadful:
Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, 'Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass And not the punishment. Therefore indeed, my father, I have on Angelo imposed the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the fight To do in slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee, Supply me with the habit and instruct me How I may formally in person bear me Like a true friar. More reasons for this action At our more leisure shall I render you; Only, this one: Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA] | |
| ISABELLA | And have you nuns no farther privileges? |
| FRANCISCA | Are not these large enough? |
| ISABELLA | Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;
But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare. |
| LUCIO | [Within] Ho! Peace be in this place! |
| ISABELLA | Who's that which calls? |
| FRANCISCA | It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella,
Turn you the key, and know his business of him; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn. When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men But in the presence of the prioress: Then, if you speak, you must not show your face, Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you, answer him. |
| [Exit] | |
| ISABELLA | Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls |
| [Enter LUCIO] | |
| LUCIO | Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio? |
| ISABELLA | Why 'her unhappy brother'? let me ask,
The rather for I now must make you know I am that Isabella and his sister. |
| LUCIO | Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. |
| ISABELLA | Woe me! for what? |
| LUCIO | For that which, if myself might be his judge,
He should receive his punishment in thanks: He hath got his friend with child. |
| ISABELLA | Sir, make me not your story. |
| LUCIO | It is true.
I would not--though 'tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest, Tongue far from heart--play with all virgins so: I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. By your renouncement an immortal spirit, And to be talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint. |
| ISABELLA | You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. |
| LUCIO | Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus:
Your brother and his lover have embraced: As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. |
| ISABELLA | Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet? |
| LUCIO | Is she your cousin? |
| ISABELLA | Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names
By vain though apt affection. |
| LUCIO | She it is. |
| ISABELLA | O, let him marry her. |
| LUCIO | This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, In hand and hope of action: but we do learn By those that know the very nerves of state, His givings-out were of an infinite distance From his true-meant design. Upon his place, And with full line of his authority, Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense, But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. He--to give fear to use and liberty, Which have for long run by the hideous law, As mice by lions--hath pick'd out an act, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example. All hope is gone, Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo: and that's my pith of business 'Twixt you and your poor brother. |
| ISABELLA | Doth he so seek his life? |
| LUCIO | Has censured him
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath A warrant for his execution. |
| ISABELLA | Alas! what poor ability's in me
To do him good? |
| LUCIO | Assay the power you have. |
| ISABELLA | My power? Alas, I doubt-- |
| LUCIO | Our doubts are traitors
And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. Go to Lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them. |
| ISABELLA | I'll see what I can do. |
| LUCIO | But speedily. |
| ISABELLA | I will about it straight;
No longer staying but to give the mother Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you: Commend me to my brother: soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success. |
| LUCIO | I take my leave of you. |
| ISABELLA | Good sir, adieu. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, and a Justice, Provost,
Officers, and other Attendants, behind] |
|
| ANGELO | We must not make a scarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror. |
| ESCALUS | Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman Whom I would save, had a most noble father! Let but your honour know, Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue, That, in the working of your own affections, Had time cohered with place or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you. |
| ANGELO | 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice, That justice seizes: what know the laws That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't Because we see it; but what we do not see We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. |
| ESCALUS | Be it as your wisdom will. |
| ANGELO | Where is the provost? |
| Provost | Here, if it like your honour. |
| ANGELO | See that Claudio
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. |
| [Exit Provost] | |
| ESCALUS | [Aside] Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us
all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone. |
| [Enter ELBOW, and Officers with FROTH and POMPEY] | |
| ELBOW | Come, bring them away: if these be good people
in
a commonweal that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them away. |
| ANGELO | How now, sir! What's your name? and what's the matter? |
| ELBOW | If it Please your honour, I am the poor duke's
constable, and my name is Elbow: I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors. |
| ANGELO | Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are
they not malefactors? |
| ELBOW | If it? please your honour, I know not well what
they
are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world that good Christians ought to have. |
| ESCALUS | This comes off well; here's a wise officer. |
| ANGELO | Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your
name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow? |
| POMPEY | He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow. |
| ANGELO | What are you, sir? |
| ELBOW | He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that
serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too. |
| ESCALUS | How know you that? |
| ELBOW | My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,-- |
| ESCALUS | How? thy wife? |
| ELBOW | Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,-- |
| ESCALUS | Dost thou detest her therefore? |
| ELBOW | I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well
as
she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. |
| ESCALUS | How dost thou know that, constable? |
| ELBOW | Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a
woman
cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there. |
| ESCALUS | By the woman's means? |
| ELBOW | Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone's means: but as she
spit in his face, so she defied him. |
| POMPEY | Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. |
| ELBOW | Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable
man; prove it. |
| ESCALUS | Do you hear how he misplaces? |
| POMPEY | Sir, she came in great with child; and longing,
saving your honour's reverence, for stewed prunes; sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes,-- |
| ESCALUS | Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. |
| POMPEY | No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein
in
the right: but to the point. As I say, this Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great-bellied, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; for, as you know, Master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again. |
| FROTH | No, indeed. |
| POMPEY | Very well: you being then, if you be remembered,
cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,-- |
| FROTH | Ay, so I did indeed. |
| POMPEY | Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be
remembered, that such a one and such a one were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you,-- |
| FROTH | All this is true. |
| POMPEY | Why, very well, then,-- |
| ESCALUS | Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What
was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her. |
| POMPEY | Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. |
| ESCALUS | No, sir, nor I mean it not. |
| POMPEY | Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's
leave. And, I beseech you, look into Master Froth here, sir; a man of four-score pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas: was't not at Hallowmas, Master Froth? |
| FROTH | All-hallond eve. |
| POMPEY | Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir,
sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where indeed you have a delight to sit, have you not? |
| FROTH | I have so; because it is an open room and good for winter. |
| POMPEY | Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths. |
| ANGELO | This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave. And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all. |
| ESCALUS | I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship. |
| [Exit ANGELO] | |
| Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more? | |
| POMPEY | Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once. |
| ELBOW | I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife. |
| POMPEY | I beseech your honour, ask me. |
| ESCALUS | Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her? |
| POMPEY | I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face.
Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face? |
| ESCALUS | Ay, sir, very well. |
| POMPEY | Nay; I beseech you, mark it well. |
| ESCALUS | Well, I do so. |
| POMPEY | Doth your honour see any harm in his face? |
| ESCALUS | Why, no. |
| POMPEY | I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst
thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would know that of your honour. |
| ESCALUS | He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it? |
| ELBOW | First, an it like you, the house is a respected
house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman. |
| POMPEY | By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected
person than any of us all. |
| ELBOW | Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet!
the
time has yet to come that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child. |
| POMPEY | Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her. |
| ESCALUS | Which is the wiser here? Justice or Iniquity? Is
this true? |
| ELBOW | O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked
Hannibal! I respected with her before I was married to her! If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer. Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. |
| ESCALUS | If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have
your
action of slander too. |
| ELBOW | Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What is't
your worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff? |
| ESCALUS | Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in
him
that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him continue in his courses till thou knowest what they are. |
| ELBOW | Marry, I thank your worship for it. Thou seest,
thou
wicked varlet, now, what's come upon thee: thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou art to continue. |
| ESCALUS | Where were you born, friend? |
| FROTH | Here in Vienna, sir. |
| ESCALUS | Are you of fourscore pounds a year? |
| FROTH | Yes, an't please you, sir. |
| ESCALUS | So. What trade are you of, sir? |
| POMPHEY | Tapster; a poor widow's tapster. |
| ESCALUS | Your mistress' name? |
| POMPHEY | Mistress Overdone. |
| ESCALUS | Hath she had any more than one husband? |
| POMPEY | Nine, sir; Overdone by the last. |
| ESCALUS | Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master
Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters: they will draw you, Master Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you. |
| FROTH | I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never
come into any room in a tap-house, but I am drawn in. |
| ESCALUS | Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell. |
| [Exit FROTH] | |
| Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your
name, Master tapster? |
|
| POMPEY | Pompey. |
| ESCALUS | What else? |
| POMPEY | Bum, sir. |
| ESCALUS | Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about
you;
so that in the beastliest sense you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you. |
| POMPEY | Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live. |
| ESCALUS | How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What
do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade? |
| POMPEY | If the law would allow it, sir. |
| ESCALUS | But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall
not be allowed in Vienna. |
| POMPEY | Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the
youth of the city? |
| ESCALUS | No, Pompey. |
| POMPEY | Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't
then.
If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. |
| ESCALUS | There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you:
it is but heading and hanging. |
| POMPEY | If you head and hang all that offend that way but
for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it after three-pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so. |
| ESCALUS | Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your
prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Caesar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you well. |
| POMPEY | I thank your worship for your good counsel: |
| [Aside] | |
| but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune
shall
better determine. Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade: The valiant heart is not whipt out of his trade. |
|
| [Exit] | |
| ESCALUS | Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master
constable. How long have you been in this place of constable? |
| ELBOW | Seven year and a half, sir. |
| ESCALUS | I thought, by your readiness in the office, you
had
continued in it some time. You say, seven years together? |
| ELBOW | And a half, sir. |
| ESCALUS | Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do
you
wrong to put you so oft upon 't: are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? |
| ELBOW | Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as
they
are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all. |
| ESCALUS | Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven,
the most sufficient of your parish. |
| ELBOW | To your worship's house, sir? |
| ESCALUS | To my house. Fare you well. |
| [Exit ELBOW] | |
| What's o'clock, think you? | |
| Justice | Eleven, sir. |
| ESCALUS | I pray you home to dinner with me. |
| Justice | I humbly thank you. |
| ESCALUS | It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy. |
| Justice | Lord Angelo is severe. |
| ESCALUS | It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: But yet,--poor Claudio! There is no remedy. Come, sir. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter Provost and a Servant] | |
| Servant | He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight
I'll tell him of you. |
| Provost | Pray you, do. |
| [Exit Servant] | |
| I'll know
His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas, He hath but as offended in a dream! All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he To die for't! |
|
| [Enter ANGELO] | |
| ANGELO | Now, what's the matter. Provost? |
| Provost | Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow? |
| ANGELO | Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?
Why dost thou ask again? |
| Provost | Lest I might be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen, When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom. |
| ANGELO | Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared. |
| Provost | I crave your honour's pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? She's very near her hour. |
| ANGELO | Dispose of her
To some more fitter place, and that with speed. |
| [Re-enter Servant] | |
| Servant | Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
Desires access to you. |
| ANGELO | Hath he a sister? |
| Provost | Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already. |
| ANGELO | Well, let her be admitted. |
| [Exit Servant] | |
| See you the fornicatress be removed:
Let have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for't. |
|
| [Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO] | |
| Provost | God save your honour! |
| ANGELO | Stay a little while. |
| [To ISABELLA] | |
| You're welcome: what's your will? | |
| ISABELLA | I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
Please but your honour hear me. |
| ANGELO | Well; what's your suit? |
| ISABELLA | There is a vice that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war 'twixt will and will not. |
| ANGELO | Well; the matter? |
| ISABELLA | I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. |
| Provost | [Aside] Heaven give thee moving graces! |
| ANGELO | Condemn the fault and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. |
| ISABELLA | O just but severe law!
I had a brother, then. Heaven keep your honour! |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] Give't not o'er so: to him
again, entreat him; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: You are too cold; if you should need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To him, I say! |
| ISABELLA | Must he needs die? |
| ANGELO | Maiden, no remedy. |
| ISABELLA | Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. |
| ANGELO | I will not do't. |
| ISABELLA | But can you, if you would? |
| ANGELO | Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. |
| ISABELLA | But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him? |
| ANGELO | He's sentenced; 'tis too late. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] You are too cold. |
| ISABELLA | Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word.
May call it back again. Well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. If he had been as you and you as he, You would have slipt like him; but he, like you, Would not have been so stern. |
| ANGELO | Pray you, be gone. |
| ISABELLA | I would to heaven I had your potency,
And you were Isabel! should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] |
| Ay, touch him; there's the vein. | |
| ANGELO | Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words. |
| ISABELLA | Alas, alas!
Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made. |
| ANGELO | Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I condemn your brother: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him: he must die tomorrow. |
| ISABELLA | To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him!
He's not prepared for death. Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you; Who is it that hath died for this offence? There's many have committed it. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] Ay, well said. |
| ANGELO | The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:
Those many had not dared to do that evil, If the first that did the edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed: now 'tis awake Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, Either new, or by remissness new-conceived, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born, Are now to have no successive degrees, But, ere they live, to end. |
| ISABELLA | Yet show some pity. |
| ANGELO | I show it most of all when I show justice;
For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. |
| ISABELLA | So you must be the first that gives this sentence,
And he, that suffer's. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] That's well said. |
| ISABELLA | Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder; Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] O, to him, to him, wench! he
will relent; He's coming; I perceive 't. |
| Provost | [Aside] Pray heaven she win him! |
| ISABELLA | We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them, But in the less foul profanation. |
| LUCIO | Thou'rt i' the right, girl; more o, that. |
| ISABELLA | That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] Art avised o' that? more on 't. |
| ANGELO | Why do you put these sayings upon me? |
| ISABELLA | Because authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault: if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life. |
| ANGELO | [Aside] She speaks, and 'tis
Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare you well. |
| ISABELLA | Gentle my lord, turn back. |
| ANGELO | I will bethink me: come again tomorrow. |
| ISABELLA | Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. |
| ANGELO | How! bribe me? |
| ISABELLA | Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] You had marr'd all else. |
| ISABELLA | Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
Or stones whose rates are either rich or poor As fancy values them; but with true prayers That shall be up at heaven and enter there Ere sun-rise, prayers from preserved souls, From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal. |
| ANGELO | Well; come to me to-morrow. |
| LUCIO | [Aside to ISABELLA] Go to; 'tis well; away! |
| ISABELLA | Heaven keep your honour safe! |
| ANGELO | [Aside] Amen:
For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross. |
| ISABELLA | At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your lordship? |
| ANGELO | At any time 'fore noon. |
| ISABELLA | 'Save your honour! |
| [Exeunt ISABELLA, LUCIO, and Provost] | |
| ANGELO | From thee, even from thy virtue!
What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie! What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good? O, let her brother live! Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. What, do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite. Even till now, When men were fond, I smiled and wonder'd how. |
| [Exit] |
| [Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as
a
friar, and Provost] |
|
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. |
| Provost | I am the provost. What's your will, good friar? |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Bound by my charity and my blest order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison. Do me the common right To let me see them and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly. |
| Provost | I would do more than that, if more were needful. |
| [Enter JULIET] | |
| Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: she is with child; And he that got it, sentenced; a young man More fit to do another such offence Than die for this. |
|
| DUKE VINCENTIO | When must he die? |
| Provost | As I do think, to-morrow.
I have provided for you: stay awhile, |
| [To JULIET] | |
| And you shall be conducted. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? |
| JULIET | I do; and bear the shame most patiently. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on. |
| JULIET | I'll gladly learn. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Love you the man that wrong'd you? |
| JULIET | Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | So then it seems your most offenceful act
Was mutually committed? |
| JULIET | Mutually. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. |
| JULIET | I do confess it, and repent it, father. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven, Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it, But as we stand in fear,-- |
| JULIET | I do repent me, as it is an evil,
And take the shame with joy. |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, And I am going with instruction to him. Grace go with you, Benedicite! |
| [Exit] | |
| JULIET | Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! |
| Provost | 'Tis pity of him. |
| [Exeunt] |
| [Enter ANGELO] | |
| ANGELO | When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects. Heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein--let no man hear me--I take pride, Could I with boot change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place, O form, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood: Let's write good angel on the devil's horn: 'Tis not the devil's crest. |
| [Enter a Servant] | |
| How now! who's there? | |
| Servant | One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you. |
| ANGELO | Teach her the way. |
| [Exit Servant] | |
| O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Making both it unable for itself, And dispossessing all my other parts Of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Come all to help him, and so stop the air By which he should revive: and even so The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Must needs appear offence. |
|
| [Enter ISABELLA] | |
| How now, fair maid? | |
| ISABELLA | I am come to know your pleasure. |
| ANGELO | That you might know it, would much better please
me
Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. |
| ISABELLA | Even so. Heaven keep your honour! |
| ANGELO | Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you or I yet he must die. |
| ISABELLA | Under your sentence? |
| ANGELO | Yea. |
| ISABELLA | When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted That his soul sicken not. |
| ANGELO | Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's image In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made As to put metal in restrained means To make a false one. |
| ISABELLA | 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. |
| ANGELO | Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.
Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness As she that he hath stain'd? |
| ISABELLA | Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul. |
| ANGELO | I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sins
Stand more for number than for accompt. |
| ISABELLA | How say you? |
| ANGELO | Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Against the thing I say. Answer to this: I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Might there not be a charity in sin To save this brother's life? |
| ISABELLA | Please you to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul, It is no sin at all, but charity. |
| ANGELO | Pleased you to do't at peril of your soul,
Were equal poise of sin and charity. |
| ISABELLA | That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your answer. |
| ANGELO | Nay, but hear me.
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so craftily; and that's not good. |
| ISABELLA | Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
But graciously to know I am no better. |
| ANGELO | Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright
When it doth tax itself; as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die. |
| ISABELLA | So. |
| ANGELO | And his offence is so, as it appears,
Accountant to the law upon that pain. |
| ISABELLA | True. |
| ANGELO | Admit no other way to save his life,--
As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question,--that you, his sister, Finding yourself desired of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-building law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You must lay down the treasures of your body To this supposed, or else to let him suffer; What would you do? |
| ISABELLA | As much for my poor brother as myself:
That is, were I under the terms of death, The impression of keen whips I'ld wear as rubies, And strip myself to death, as to a bed That longing have been sick for, ere I'ld yield My body up to shame. |
| ANGELO | Then must your brother die. |
| ISABELLA | And 'twere the cheaper way:
Better it were a brother died at once, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever. |
| ANGELO | Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
That you have slander'd so? |
| ISABELLA | Ignomy in ransom and free pardon
Are of two houses: lawful mercy Is nothing kin to foul redemption. |
| ANGELO | You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;
And rather proved the sliding of your brother A merriment than a vice. |
| ISABELLA | O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean: I something do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love. |
| ANGELO | We are all frail. |
| ISABELLA | Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary, but only he Owe and succeed thy weakness. |
| ANGELO | Nay, women are frail too. |
| ISABELLA | Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;
Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women! Help Heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints. |
| ANGELO | I think it well:
And from this testimony of your own sex,-- Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,--let me be bold; I do arrest your words. Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If you be one, as you are well express'd By all external warrants, show it now, By putting on the destined livery. |
| ISABELLA | I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
Let me entreat you speak the former language. |
| ANGELO | Plainly conceive, I love you. |
| ISABELLA | My brother did love Juliet,
And you tell me that he shall die for it. |
| ANGELO | He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. |
| ISABELLA | I know your virtue hath a licence in't,
Which seems a little fouler than it is, To pluck on others. |
| ANGELO | Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose. |
| ISABELLA | Ha! little honour to be much believed,
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming! I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't: Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud What man thou art. |
| ANGELO | Who will believe thee, Isabel?
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Will so your accusation overweigh, That you shall stifle in your own report And smell of calumny. I have begun, And now I give my sensual race the rein: Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will; Or else he must not only die the death, But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you, Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. |
| [Exit] | |
| ISABELLA | To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof; Bidding the law make court'sy to their will: Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour. That, had he twenty heads to tender down On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up, Before his sister should her body stoop To such abhorr'd pollution. Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity. I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, And fit his mind to death, for h |