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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 justly.
Duke. Boldly, at least: -But, O, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone? Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Thus to retort 9 your manifest appeal, And put your 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 unreverend and unhallow'd
friar ! Is't not enough, thou hast suborn’d these women To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, And in the witness of his proper ear, To call him villain ? And then to glance from him to the duke himself; To tax him with injustice? - Take him hence; To the rack with him : We'll touze you joint by
joint, But we will know this 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:1 My business in this state Made me a looker-on here in Vienna, 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 inock as mark.
9 Refer back.
Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to
Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate: Do you know me?
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice; I met you at the prison, in the absence
I of the duke.
Lucio. O, did you.so ? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Duke. Most notedly, sir.
Lucio. Do you so, sir ? And was the duke a flesh-monger, 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, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow ? Did not I pluck thee by the nose, for thy speeches ? Duke. I protest, I love the duke, as I love my
self. 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 giglots 2 too, and with the other confederate companion. [The Provost lays hands on the Duke.
Duke. Stay, sir ; stay a while.
Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be hooded, must you u? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you ! show your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour ! Wilt not off?
[Pulls off the Friar's hood, and discovers the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made
a duke. First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three: Sneak not away, sir; To [Lucio.] for the friar
Must have a word anon: - lay hold on him.
Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; sit you down.
[To EscALUS. We'll borrow place of him :- Sir, by your leave:
Come hither, Mariana: Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?
Ang. I was, my lord.
you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again :- Go with him, Provost. (Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and Provost. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis
honour, Than at the strangeness of it. Duke.
Come hither, Isabel : Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Advertising, 6 and holy to your business, Not changing heart with habit, I am still Attorney'd at your service. Isab.
O, give me pardon, That I, your vassal, have employed and pain’d Your unknown sovereignty. Duke.
You are pardon'd, Isabel : And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart; And you may marvel, why I obscur’d myself, Labouring to save his life; and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, Which I did think with slower foot came on, That brain’dmy purpose. But, peace be with him! That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear: make it your com
fort, So happy is your brother.
Re-enter Angelo, MARIANA, PETER, and Provost. Isab.
lord. Duke. For this new-married man, approaching
I do, my
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
vantage: We do condemn thee to the
block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like
haste; Away with him. Mari.
O, my most gracious lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband! Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a
husband; Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your life, And choke your good to come: for his possessions, Although by confiscation they are ours, We do instate and widow you withal, To buy you a better husband. Mari.
O, my dear lord, I crave no other, nor no better man.
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.
7 Angelo's own tongue,