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Prov. In good time. [Exit Provost. Duke. The hand that hath made you fair, hath made you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How would you do to content this substi tute, and to save your brother?

Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my brother die by the law, than my son should be unlawfully born. But O, how much is the good Duke deceived in Angelo! If ever he return, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government.

Duke. That shall not be much amiss: Yet, as the matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation; he made trial of you only. Therefore

fasten your ear on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good, a remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe, that you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your brother from the angry law; do no stain to your own gracious person; and much please the absent Duke, if, peradventure, he shall ever return to have hearing of this business.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I have spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana the sister of Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea?

Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name.

Duke. Her should this Angelo have married; was affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed between which time of the contract, and limit of the solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his sister. But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor gentlewoman: there she lost a noble and renowned brother, in his love toward her ever most kind and natural; with him the portion and sinew of her fortune, her mar riage dowry; with both, her combinate husband, this well-seeming Angelo!

Isab. Can this be so? Did Angelo so leave her? Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of them with his comfort; swallowed his vows

whole, pretending, in her, discoveries of disho nour: in few, bestowed her on her own lamen tation, which she yet wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relepis not.

Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this poor maid from the world! What. corruption in this life, that it will let this man live! how out of this can she avail?

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Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heal: and the cure of it not only saves your brother, but keeps you from dishonour in doing it.

Isab. Show me how, good father.

Duke. This forenamed maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection; his unjus unkindness, that in all reason should have quench ed her love, háth, like an impediment in the current, made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; answer his requiring with a a plau

sible obedience; agree with his demands to the point: only refer yourself to this advantage, first that your stay with him may not be lòng; that the time may have all shadow and silence in it and the place answer to convenience: this Being granted in course, now follows all. We shall advise this wronged maid to stead up your appointment, go in your place; if the encounter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may compel him to her recompence and here, by this, is your bro ther saved, your honour untainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt. If you think well to carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from reproof. What think you of it?

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Isab. The image of it gives me content already; and, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.

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Duke. It lies much in your holding up: Haste you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he en treat you to his bed, give him promise of satis faction. I will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated grange resides this dejected Mariana At that place call upon me; and dispatch with. Angelo, that it may be quickly.

Isab. I thank you for this comfort: Fare you well, good father. [Exeunt severally.

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The Street before the Prison.

Enter DUKE as a Friar; to him ELBOW, Clown,

and Officers.

Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like

beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.

Duke. O, heavens! what stuff is here?

Clo. 'Twas never merry world,, since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the wor ser allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep him warm; and furr'd with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency stands for the facing.

Elb. Come your way, Sir: Bless you, good› father friar.

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Duke. And you, good brother father: What offence hath this man made you, Sir?

Elb. Marry, Sir, he hath offended the law; and, Sir, we take him to be a thief too, Sir; for we have found upon him, Sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy..

Duke. Fie, sirxah; a bawd, a wicked bawdę The evil that thou causest to be done,

That is thy means to live: Do thou but think I
What is to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,
From, their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.

Canst thou believe thy living is a life,

So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend.. Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, Sir; but yet, Sir, I would prove

Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs

for sin,

Thou wilt prove this. Take him to prison, officer;
Correction and instruction must both work,
Ere this rude beast will profit.

Elb. He must before the deputy, Sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide ac whore master: if he be a whore monger, and

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Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail: Here's a gentle man, and a friend of mine.

Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the heels of Caesar? Art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd? What re,ply? Ha? What say'st thou to this tune, matter, and method? Is't not drown'd i the last rain? Ha? What say'st thou, trot? Is the world a's it was man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? Or how? The trick of it?

Duke. Still thus, and thus! still worse!

Lucio. How'doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still? Ha?

Clo. Troth, Sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.

Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it' • must be so: Ever your fresh whore, and your powder'd bawd: An unshuinn'd consequence; it must be so: Art going to prison, Pompey? Clo. Yes, faith, Sir.

Lucio. Why 'tis not amiss, Pompey: Farewell: Go say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? Or how?

Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. »

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