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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 Ano gelo 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: tuge, 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 thc 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 accı sation; he made trial of you only. Therefore fasten your ear
on my advisings; to the love 1, 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; Ifdeemn your brother from the angry law ;. do 110 stain to your own gracious person; and much please the absent Duke, if, peradverlture, he shall. ever return to have hearing of this business.
Isab. Let me hear yolu speak further; I have spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.
Duke. Virine is bold, and goodness' never fearful, Have you not heard speak of Mariana the sisiçr of Frederick, the great soldier, who iofscar. ricd at sea ?
Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name.
Duke. Her should this Augelo have married ; was afhanced to her by oath, and the nuptial apa pointed : 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 fortunc, : 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 ono of thein with his comfort; swallowed hi! VOWS whole, pretending, in her, discoveries of disho: mour: 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!
But how out of this can she avail?
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 fore-named maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection; his unjus: unkindness, that in all reason should have quenche: ed her love,, haih, like an impediment in the current, made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; answer his requiring with a plau;
sible **obedience; agree with his demands to the point: only refer yourself to this advantage', fitst, that your stay with him may not be long; that 'the time may have all shadow and silence in it; i and the place answer to convenience: this Being granted in course , now follows all. We shall advise this wronged 'maid to 'stead up your appointmenit, go in yonr 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 Ma• riana advantaged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, and make fit for his tempt. 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?
* Isab. The image of it gives me content already; and, I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.
Duke. It lies much in your holding up: Haste you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he eir 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 Mariảna : 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.
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 he
beasts, we shall have all the world drink broru and white bastard.
Duke. O, heaveus! what stuff is liere? *}
Clo. 'Twas never merry world,, since, of two 11-syrics, the merriest was put down, and the word ser allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep him warm; ' and fur'd with fox and lamb - skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than ina nocency,, stands for the facing.
Elb. Come your way, Sir: Bless yon, good farher, friar..!
Duke. And you, good brother father: W offence hath this man made yoll, Sir ?
Elb. Marry, Sir, he shach offended the law; and, Sir, we take him to be a thief too, Sir y for we have found npon him , Sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy.
Duke. Tie, sirsah; a bawd, a wicked bawd!rity The evil that thon causest to be done, That is thy means to live: Do thou but think » !) What 'lis lo cram a maw, or clothe a back, From such a filthy vice : say to thyself, From, their abominable and beastly touches de la I drink, I cat, array myself, and live. Canst thou believe thy living is a lifc, So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend..
Clo... Indeed, it does stink in soune 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 profita
Elb. He must before the deputy, Sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide as whore-master: if he be a whore mouger, and
comės before him, he were as good go' a mile on
is to be,
Elb, His neck will come to your waist, corts Sir.
Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail : Here's a gentlemad, and a friend of mine.
Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the heels of Caesar? Art thou led in triumph? What, is therc none of Pygmalion's images, newly made wornán, to be had 110w, ifor putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd ? What Tcply? Ha? What say'st thou tro this tune, matter, and method: Is't not drown'd i' the last sain? 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? -1.
Clo. Troth, Sir, she Irath 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 ashtum'd consequence; it must be so: Art going to prison, Poinpey?
Clo. Yes, faith, Sir.
Lucio. Why 'tis not amiss, Pompey: Farewell: Goz' say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? Or how?
Elb. For being a baryd, for being a bawa.