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MEASURE for MEASURE

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

VINCENTIO, Duke of Vienna. [
Angelo, Lord-deputy in the Duke's
abfence.

Efcalus, an ancient Lord, joined
with Angelo in the deputation.
Claudio, a young gentleman.
Lucio, a fantastic.

Two Gentlemen.

Elbow, a fimple conftable.
Froth, a foolish gentleman.
Clown, fervant to Mrs Over-

done.
Abhorfon, an executioner.
Barnardine, a diffolute prifoner.

Varrius, a gentleman, fervant to|| Juliet, beloved of Claudio.

the Duke.

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Ifabella, fifter to Claudio.
Mariana, betrothed to Angelo.

Francifca, a nun.

Mistress Overdone, a bawd.

Guards, Officers, and other attendants.

SCENE, Vienna.

Duke.

A CT I. SCENE I.

The Duke's palace.

Enter Duke, Efcalus, and Lords.

E

SCALUS,

Efcal. My Lord.

Duke. Of government the properties
t'unfold,

Would feem in me t' affect speech and discourse.
Since I am not to know, that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice

My ftrength can give you: then no more remains:
Put that to your fufficiency, as your worth is able,
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's inftitutions, and the terms

*The story is taken from Cinthio's novels, December 8. Ne vember 5. Mr Pope.

Of common juftice, y'are as pregnant in,

As art and practice hath enriched any

That we remember. There is our commiffion,

From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I fay, bid come before us Angelo:

What figure of us, think you, he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special roll
Elected him our abfence to supply;

Lent him our terror, drefs'd him with our love;
And giv❜n his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: fay, what think
you of it?
Efcal. If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo fuch ample grace and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.

SCENE

II.

Duke. Look where he comes.

Enter Angelo.

Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.

Duke. Angelo,

There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to th' obferver doth thy history
Fully unfold: thyfelf and thy belongings.
Are not thine own fo proper, as to waste
Thyfelf upon thy virtues; they on thee.
Heav'n 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,

But to fine iffues: nor Nature never lends

The fmalleft fcruple of her excellence,

But, like a thrifty goddefs, fhe determines

Herself the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and ufe. 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 our elf.

Mortality and Mercy in Vienna

Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,

Though firft in queftion, is thy ccondary.
Take thy commiffion.

Ang. Now, good my Lord,

Let there be fome more teft made of my metal,
Before fo noble and so great a figure

Be ftamp'd upon it.

Duke. Come, no more evafion :

We have with a prepar'd and level'd choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.
Our hafte from hence is of fo quick condition,
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
As time and our concernings fhall importune,
How it goes with us; and do look to know
What doth befal you here. So, fare you well.
To th' hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commissions.

Ang. Yet give me leave, my Lord,

That we may bring you fomething on the way.
Duke. My hafte may not admit it;

Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any fcruple; your scope is as mine own,
So to inforce, or qualify the laws,

As to your
foul feems good. Give me your hand;
I'll privily away. I love the people;
But do not like to ftage me to their eyes:
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and Ave's vehement :
Nor do I think the man of fafe difcretion,
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
Ang. The Heav'ns give fafety to your purposes!
Efcal. Lead forth and bring you back in happiness!
Duke. I thank you, fare you well.

[Exit.
Efcal. I fhall defire you, Sir, to give me leave
To have free fpeech with you; and it concerns me
To look into the bottom of my place :

A pow'r I have, but of what ftrength and nature
I am not yet inftructed.

Ang. Tis fo with me: let us withdraw together,
And we may foon our fatisfaction have
Touching that point.

Efcal. I'll wait upon your Honour.

[Exeunt.

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Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen.

Lucio. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to compofition with the King of Hungary, why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King.

1 Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's!

2 Gent. Amen.

Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the fanctimonious pirate, that went to fea with the ten commandments, but fcrap'd one out of the table.

2 Gent. Thou shalt not fteal.Lucio. Ay, that he raz'd.

1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the Captain and all the reft from their functions; they put forth to steal; there's not a foldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, does relish the petition well that prays for peace.

2 Gent. I never heard any foldier dislike it.

Lucio. I believe thee: for I think thou never waft where grace was said.

2 Gent. No a dozen times at least.

1 Gent. What, in metre?

Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language.

I Gent. I think, or in any religion.

Lucio. Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despight of all controverfy; as for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, defpight of all grace.

1 Gent. Well; there went but a pair of fheers be

tween us.

Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lifts and the velvet. Thou art the lift.

1 Gent. And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet; thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a lift of an English kerfey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I fpeak feelingly now?

Lucio. I think thou doft; and indeed with most painful feeling of thy fpeech: I will, out of thine own confeffion, learn to begin thy health; but, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee.

1 Gent. I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?

2 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether thou art tainted, or free.

Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation

comes.

1 Gent. I have purchas'd as many difeafes under her roof, as come to

2 Gent. To what, I pray?

I Gent. Judge.

2 Gent. To three thousand dollars * a-year.

1 Gent. Ay, and more.

Lucio. A French crown more t.

I Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am found.

Lucio. Nay, not as one would fay healthy; but fo found, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow; impiety hath made a feaft of thee.

SCENE IV. Enter Bawd.

1 Gent. How now? which of your hips has the moft profound fciatica ?

Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrefted, and carry'd to prifon, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pr'ythee?

Bawd. Marry, Sir, that's Claudio; Signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prifon? 'tis not fo.

Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis fo; I faw him arrefted; faw him carry'd away; and, which is more, within these three days his head is to be chopt off.

Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it fo. Art thou fure of this?

Bawd. I am too fure of it; and it is for getting Madam Julietta with child.

Lucio. Believe me this may be; he promised to meet me two hours fince, and he was ever precise in promisekeeping.

2 Gent. Befides, you know, it draws fomething near to the fpeech we had to fuch a purpose.

* A quibble intended between dollars and dolours.

Alluding to the venereal scab upon the head, called corona veneris.

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