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And how shall we continue Claudio,
Prov. I am your free dependant.)
Duke. Quick, despatch, And send the head to Angelo. [Exit. Provost. Now will I write letters to Angelo, The provost, he shall bear them, whose contents Shall witness to him, I am near at home; And that, by great injunctions, I am bound To enter publicly : him I'll desire To meet me at the consecrated fount, A league below the city; and from thence, By cold gradation and weal balanced form, We shall proceed with Angelo.
Prov. Here is the head'; I'll carry it myself.
Duke. Convenient is, it: Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things, That want 10 ear but yours. Prov. 'l'll make all speed.
[Exit. Isab. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here! Duke. The tongue of Isabel : She's come to
Isab. Ho, by your leave.
world; His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
Isab. Nay, but it is not so.
Duke. It is no other: Show yonr wisdom, daughter, in your patience. Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his
eyes. Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel! Injurious world ? Most damned Angelo ! Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you
a jot: Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven. Mark what I say; which you shall find By every syllable, a faithful verity: The Duke comes home to morrow;
your eyes ; One of our convent, and his confessor, Gives me this instance : Already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo; Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace
In that good path that I would wish it go;
Isab. I am dir ted by you.
Duke. This lerter then to: friar Peter give; Tis he that sent me of the Duke's return : Say, by this token, I desire his company At Mariana's house to- night. Her cause, and
yours, I'!l perfect him withal; and he shall bring you Before the Duke ; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home, and hçme. For my poor self I am combined by a sacred vow, And shall be absent, Wend you with this letter: Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not my holy order, If I pervert your course, - Who's here?
Lucia. Good even !
Duke. Not within, Sir.
Lucio. 0, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thins eyes so red: thou must be patient: I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful mcal would set me lo't: But they say the Duke will be here to.morrow, By my tròth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
[Exit ISABELLA: Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellons little behold. en 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
Lucio. Nay, tarrys I'll go along with chee; 1. 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, 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: bat was fai u to for. swear 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 baw.dy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it: Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick.
Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS. Escak. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch's other.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madiiess :
pray heaven, his wisdom be not taiuted:, And wisy meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities thcre ?
Escal, I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour befvre his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions ia the street ?
Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch 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 proclaimidi Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house a Give notice to such men of sort and suit, As are to meet him,
Escal. I shall, Sir: fare you well.
Ang. Good night. This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, 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
her ? For my authority bears a' credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confounds the breather. He should have livia, 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 ransom of such shame. 'Would yet he had liv'd ! Alack, when once our grace, we have forgot, Nothing goes right; We would, and we would
Enter DUKE in his own habit, and Friar Peter. Dike. These letters at fittime deliver me.
[Giving letters. The provost knows our ose, and our plot.