I am affiance'd this man's wife, as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good Lord, But Tuesday night laft gone, in's garden-house, He knew me as a wife; as this is true, Let me in fafety raise me from my knees; Or else for ever be confixed here, A marble monument ! Ang. I did but fmile till now. Now, good my Lord, give me the fcope of juftice; But inftruments of fome more mightier member, Duke. Ay, with my heart; And punish them unto your height of pleasure. [deed, Peter. Would he were here, my Lord; for he, in Hath fet the women on to this complaint: Your Provost knows the place where he abides; And he may fetch him. Duke. Go, do it inftantly. And you. my noble and well-warranted coufin, Will leave you; but ftir not you, till you have well [Exit. Efcal My Lord, we'll do it thoroughly. Signior Lucio, did not you fay, you knew that Friar Lodo wick to be a difhoneft perfon ? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honeft in no thing but in his cloaths; and one that hath spoke most villanous fpeeches of the Duke. Efcal. We fhall intreat you to abide here till he come, and inforce them against him; we fhall find this Friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Efcal. Call that fame Ifabel here once again: I would speak with her. Pray you, my Lord, give me leave to queftion; you fhall fee how I'll handle her. Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, the fhould fooner confefs; perchance, publicly fhe'll be afham'd. Enter Duke in the Friar's habit, and Provoft; Ifabella is brought in. Efcal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. Efcal. Come on, Miftrefs: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have faid. Lucio. My Lord, here comes the rafcal I spoke of here with the Provoft. Efcal. In very good time: fpeak not you to him, till we call upon you, Lucio. Mum Efcal. Come, Sir, did you fet thefe women on të flander Lord Angelo? they have confefs'd you did. Duke. 'Tis falfe. Efcal. How? know you where you are? Duke. Refpect to your great place; and let the devil Duke. Boldly, at leaft. But oh, poor fouls, Good night to your redrefs. Then is your caufe gone too The Duke's unjuft, Thus to retort your manifeft appeal; Which here you come to accufe. Lucio. This is the rafcal; this is he I spoke of. To call him villain; and then glance from him Duke. Be not fo hot; the Duke dare no more stretch Nor here provincial; my bufinefs in this ftate Where I have feen corruption boil and bubble, But faults fo countenance'd, that the strong ftatutes As much in mock as mark. Efcal slander to th' ftate! away with him to prison. Ang. What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of? Lucio 'Tis he, my Lord. Come hither, goodman Do you know me ? [bald-pate: Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the found of your voice: I met you at the prifon in the abfence of the Duke. Lucio. Oh, did you fo? and do you remember what you faid of the Duke? Duke Moft notedly, Sir. Lucio. Do you fo, Sir? and was the Duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? Duke. You muft, Sir, change perfons with me, ere *It is a cuftom in the fhops of all mechanics, to make it a forfeiture for any franger to ufe or take up the tools of their trade. In a barber's fhop especially, when heretofore barbers praftifed the under parts of furgery, their inftruments being ot a nice kind, and their fhops generally full of idle people, there was hung up a table, fhewing what par ticular forfeiture was required for meddling with each infirument. 7 you you make that my report: you spoke so of him, and much more, much worfe. Lucio. Oh, thou damnable fellow! did not I pluck thee by the nofe, for thy fpeeches ? Duke. I proteft I love the Duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark! how the villain would clofe now, after his treasonable abuses. Efcal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal; away with him to prison: where is the Provost? away with him to prifon; lay bolts enough upon him; let him speak no more; away with thofe giglets too, and with the other confederate companion. Duke. Stay, Sir, ftay a while. Ang. What! refifts he? help him, Lucio. Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir; why, you bald-pated lying rafcal; you must be hooded, 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 hood, and difcovers the Duke. Lucio. This may prove worfe than hanging. We'll borrow place of him. Sir, by your leave: [To Ang. That yet can do thee office! if thou haft, And hold no longer out. Ang. O my dread Lord, I fhould be guiltier than my guiltinefs, When I perceive your Grace, like pow'r divine, Duke. Come hither, Mariana: Say; Say; waft thou e'er contracted to this woman? ing. I was, my Lord. Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly; Do you the office, Friar; which confummate, Return him here again: go with him, Provost. [Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provoft. Efcal. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour, Than at the ftrangeness of it. Duke. Come hither, Ifabel; Your Friar is now your prince: as I was then 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. That bain'd my purpofe: but peace be with him! Than that which lives to fear; make it your comfort; Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provoft. Ifab. I do, my Lord. Duke. For this new-marry'd man approaching here, Whofe falt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well-defended honour, you must pardon For Mariana's take: but as he adjudg'd your brother, Being criminal, in double violation Of facred chaflity, and of promife-breach, |