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Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vail7 your regard Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid ! O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other object, Till
you have heard me in my true complaint, And given me, justice, justice, justice, justice! Duke. Relate your wrongs : In what? By whom?
O, 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; hear me, 0, hear me,
here. 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. Isab.
By course of justice ! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and
strange. Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I
Nay, ten times strange,
Away with her :-Poor soul, She speaks this in the 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
possible 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, characts, 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.
O, 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; And hide the false, seems true. Duke.
Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason. - - What would you say
the act of fornication
8 Habits and characters of office. VOL. II.
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. Lucio.
No, my good lord; Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Duke.
I wish you now then;
Lucio. I warrant your honour.
to it. Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Lucio. Right.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your time.- Proceed. Isab.
I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
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 kneeld, How he refell’d9 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 concupiscible intemperate lust, Release my brother; and, after much debatement, My sisterly remorse' confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him. But the next morn be
times, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant For my poor
brother's head. Duke.
This is most likely! Isab. O, that it were as like as it is true ! Duke. By heaven, fond2 wretch, thou know'st
not what thou speak’st; Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, In hateful practice:3 First, his integrity Stands without blemish:-next, it imports no
And this is all ?
woe, As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone:- An officer! To prison with her:-Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so near us? This needs must be a practice. -Who knew of your intent, and coming hither ? Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodo
Duke. A ghostly father, belike:- Who knows
that Lodowick ? Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a medling
I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord,
Blessed be your royal grace!
We did believe no less. Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of!
F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy;
Lucio. My lord, most villainously; believe it.
4 Beat. 5 Simple.