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duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived. [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 takest him for.
Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare y'e 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 was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well.
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 burr, I shall stick. [Exeunt.
A Room in Angelo's House.
Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS.
Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd' other.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-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 shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house; Give notice to such men of sort and suit7,
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd
The law against it!-But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me? Yet reason dares & her?-no:
For my authority bears a credent 9 bulk,
But it confounds the breather. He should have
7 Figure and rank. 8 Calls, challenges her to do it. 9 Credit unquestionable.
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge, By so receiving a dishonour'd life,
With ransome of such shame. 'Would yet he had
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not. [Exit.
Fields without the Town.
Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar PETER.
Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me.
[Giving letters. The provost knows our purpose and our plot. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift;
Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
But send me Flavius first.
It shall be speeded well.
Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made
2 Start off.
Come, we will walk: There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.
Street near the City Gate.
Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.
Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath;
Be rul'd by him. Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure He speak against me on the adverse side,
I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physick,
Mari. I would, friar Peter-
O, Peace; the friar is come.
Enter Friar PETER.
F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
Where you may have such vantage on the duke, He shall not pass you; Twice have the trumpets
The generous5 and gravest citizens
Have hent the gates, and very near upon
The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away.
3 Availful. 4 Advantage.
5 Most noble.
SCENE I.-A public Place near the City Gate.
MARIANA, (veil'd,) ISABELLA, and PETER, at a distance. Enter at opposite doors, Duke, VARRIUS, Lords; ANGELO, ESCALUS, Lucio, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.
Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met:Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal grace!
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. We have made inquiry of you; and we hear Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to publick thanks, Forerunning more requital.
You make my bonds still greater. Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
PETER and ISABELLA come forward.
F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and kneel before him.