muft you? fhow your knave's vifage, with a pox to you; fhow your fheep-biting face, and be hang'd; an hour? will't not off? [Pulls off the Friar's bood, and difcovers the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave that e'er mad'ft a Duke. First, Provost, let me bail thefe gentle three. Sneak not away, Sir; for the Friar and you Must have a word anon: lay hold on him. [To Lucio. Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. [To Efcalus. We'll borrow place of him. Sir, by your leave: [To Ang. Haft thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can do thee office? if thou haft, And hold no longer out. Ang. Oh my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, When I perceive your Grace, like pow'r divine, Duke. Come hither, Mariana: fay; waft thou Ang. I was, my lord.. Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her inftantly. Do you the office, Friar; which confummate, Return him here again: go with him, Provoft. [Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provcft. SCENE V. Efcal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour, Than at the ftrangeness of it. Duke. Come hither, fabel; Your Friar is now your Prince: as I was then Not changing heart with habit, I am still Attornied Attornied at your service. Ifab. Oh, give me pardon, That I, your vaffal, have employ'd and pain'd Duke. You are pardon'd, Ifabel: And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Your brother's death, I know, fits at your heart: my felf, Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, SCENE VI. Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Ifab. I do, my lord. Duke. For this new-marry'd man, approaching here, Your well-defended honour; you must pardon him Being doubly criminal, in violation Of facred chastity, and in promife-breach, Hafte ftill pays hafte, and leifure anfwers leisure; Like doth quit like, and Meafure ftill for Measure. Then, Angelo, thy faults are manifest; Which, tho' thou would't deny 'em, deny thee vantage. We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio ftoop'd to death; and with like hafte, Mari. Oh my moft gracious lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband, G 2 Duke. Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband. We do enftate and widow you withal, Mari. Oh my dear lord, I crave no other, nor no better man. Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. Duke. You do but lofe your labour: Away with him to death. Now, Sir, to you. Mari. Oh my good lord! Sweet Ifabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I'll lend you, all my life to do you fervice. Duke. Against all fenfe you do importune her; Should the kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghoft his paved, bed would break, And take her hence in horror. Mari. Ifabel, Sweet Ifabel, do yet but kneel by me, Hold up your hands, fay nothing; I'll speak all, Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. Ifab. Moft bounteous, Sir, Look, if it pleafe you, on this man condemn'd, As if my brother liv'd I partly think 'Till he did look on me: fince it is fo, [Kneeling Thought Thoughts are no fubjects; intents meerly thoughts. Duke. Your fuit's unprofitable; ftand up, I say: Proveft, how came it Claudio was beheaded At an ufual hour? Prov. 'Twas fo commanded. Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed? Give up your keys. Prov. Pardon me, noble lord. your office: I thought it was a fault, but knew it not; Duke. And what is he? Prov. His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would thou had'ft done fo by Claudio: Go fetch him hither; let me lock upon him. [Exit Prov, Efcal. I'm forry one fo learned and fo wife, As you, lord Angelo, have ftill appear'd, Should flip fo grofly both in heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Ang. I'm forry that fuch forrow I procure; And fo deep sticks it in my penitent heart, That I crave death more willingly than mercy: 'Tis my deferving, and I do intreat it. SCENE VII. Enter Provoft, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta. Duke. Which is that Barnardine? Prov. This, my good lord. Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man: Sirrah, thou'rt faid to have a stubborn foul That apprehends no further than this world, And fquar'ft thy life accordingly: thou'rt condemn'd. I pray thee, take this mercy to provide G 3 For For better times to come: Friar, advise him; [Uncovers him. Duke. If he be like your brother, for his fake [To Hab. He's pardoned; and for your lovely fake, Give me your hand, fay you'll be mine, and he's Look that you love your wife; her worth works yours. And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. You, firrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, [To Lucio. One all of luxury, an afs, a mad-man; Wherein have I deferved fo of you, That you extol me thus ? Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I fpoke it but according to the trick; if you will hang me for it you may, but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt. Duke. Whipt first, Sir, and hang'd after. Lucio. I befeech your Highness, do not marry me to a whore your Highnefs faid even now, I made you a Duke; good my lord, do not recompence me in making me a cuckold. Duke. Upon mine honour, thou fhalt marry her: Thy flanders I forgive, and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits; take him to prison: And fee our pleasure herein execute. Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is preffing to death, whipping and hanging. Duke. |