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And punish them unto your height of pleasure.Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou, thy
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit,
F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, indeed,
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Duke. Go, do it instantly.
[Exit Provost. And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,! Do with your injuries as seems you best, In any chastisement: I for a while
Will leave you; but stir not you, till you have well Determined upon these slanderers.
Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.—[Exit Duke.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the duke.
Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce 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; [To an attendant.] I would speak with her: Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I'll handle her.
(1) To the end.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, publicly she'll be ashamed.
Re-enter Officers, with Isabella; the Duke, in the friar's habit, and Provost.
Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight.
Escal. Come on, mistress: [To Isabella.] 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 slander lord Angelo? they have confess'd you did. Duke. "Tis false.
Escal. How! know you where you are?
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Be some time honour'd for his burning throne
Duke. Boldly, at least:-But, O, poor souls,
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.
(1) Refer back.
Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women
And then to glance from him to the duke himself;
But we will know this purpose :-What! unjust?
Dar no more stretch this finger of mine, than he
Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison.
Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
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 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 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, 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 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 giglots too, and with the other confederate companion. [The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while.
Ang. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio. 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 made
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three :-
Must have a word anon:-lay hold on him.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
O my dread lord,
When I perceive, your grace, like power divine,
Duke. Come hither, Mariana:Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Ang. I was, my lord.
Duke. Go, take her hence, and marry her instantly.
Do 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 dishonour,
Than at the strangeness of it.
Come hither, Isabel: Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Advertising, 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 employ'd and pain'd Your unknown sovereignty. 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: O, most kind maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, Which I did think with slower foot came on, That brain'd my purpose: But, peace be with him! That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, So happy is your brother.
(1) Devices. (2) Following. (3) Attentive.