Enter DUKE, ESCALUS, Lords, and Attendants. Duke. Escalus, Escal. My Lord. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know, that your own science, Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you: Then no more remains, But that to your sufficiency, as your worth, is able, And let them work. The nature of our people, I say, bid come before us Angelo. Exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence do supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: What think you of it? Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is Lord Angelo. Enter ANGELO. Duke. Look, where he comes. 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, As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Both thanks and use, 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 ourself: Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my Lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it. Duke. No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice / Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Ang. Yet, give leave, my Lord, That we may bring you something on the way. Duke. My haste may not admit it; ་ ་་་ Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; Duke. I thank you: Fare you well. [Exit. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place: A power I have; but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. Ang. 'Tis so with me: Let us withdraw to gether, And we may soon our satisfaction have Escal. I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Street.. Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen. Lucio. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King. 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's! vr 2 Gent, Amen. 1 Lucio. Thon concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal: There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the petition well that prays for peace. 2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee? for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said, Gent. No? a dozen times at least. Gent. What? in metre? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: As for example; Thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us. Lucio. I grant: as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list. 1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art a three- pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, at thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? Lucio. L think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted, or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to. 2 Gent. To what, I pray? 1 Gent. Judge. 2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a year. 1 Gent. Ay, and more.. Lucio. A French crown more. 1 Gent. Thon art always figuring diseases in me: but thou art full of error; I am sound. Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow: thy bo. nes are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee. Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Bawd. Marry, Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so. |