The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916). http://oll.libertyfund.org/titles/1615,
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One of the plays in the 1916 Oxford University Press edition of all of Shakespeare’s plays and poems.
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|ANGELO,||Lord Deputy in the Duke’s absence.|
|ESCALUS,||an Ancient Lord, joined with Angelo in the deputation.|
|CLAUDIO,||a young Gentleman.|
|Two other like Gentlemen.|
|VARRIUS,||a Gentleman attending on the Duke.|
|THOMAS, }||two Friars.|
|ELBOW,||a simple Constable.|
|FROTH,||a foolish Gentleman.|
|POMPEY,||Tapster to Mistress Overdone.|
|BARNARDINE,||a dissolute Prisoner.|
|ISABELLA,||sister to Claudio.|
|MARIANA,||betrothed to Angelo.|
|JULIET,||beloved of Claudio.|
|MISTRESS OVERDONE,||a Bawd.|
|Lords, Officers, Citizens, Boy, and Attendants.|
Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords, and Attendants.
Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse,
Since I am put to know that your own scienceCraig1916: 5
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,Craig1916: 9
Our city’s institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you’re as pregnant in,
As art and practice hath enriched anyCraig1916: 12
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
[Exit an Attendant.
What figure of us think you he will bear?Craig1916: 16
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, drest him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organsCraig1916: 20
Of our own power: what think you of it?
If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.
Look where he comes.Craig1916: 24
Always obedient to your Grace’s will,
I come to know your pleasure.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to th’ observer doth thy historyCraig1916: 28
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,Craig1916: 32
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, ’twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch’d
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lendsCraig1916: 36
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advertise;Craig1916: 41
Hold, therefore, Angelo:
[Tendering his commission.
In our remove be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in ViennaCraig1916: 44
Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary.
Take thy commission.
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figureCraig1916: 49
Be stamp’d upon it.
No more evasion:
We have with a leaven’d and prepared choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.Edition: current; Page: 
Our haste from hence is of so quick conditionCraig1916: 53
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion’d
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
As time and our concernings shall importune,Craig1916: 56
How it goes with us; and do look to know
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well:
To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commissions.
Yet, give leave, my lord,Craig1916: 60
That we may bring you something on the way.
My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple: your scope is as mine own,Craig1916: 64
So to enforce or qualify the laws
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand;
I’ll privily away: I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes.Craig1916: 68
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and Aves vehement,
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.Craig1916: 72
The heavens give safety to your purposes!
Lead forth and bring you back in happiness!
I thank you. Fare you well.
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.Craig1916: 80
’Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together,
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Touching that point.
I’ll wait upon your honour.
Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen.
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.
Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary’s!Craig1916: 5
Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
‘Thou shalt not steal?’Craig1916: 10
Ay, that he razed.
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.Craig1916: 17
I never heard any soldier dislike it.
I believe thee, for I think thou never wast where grace was said.Craig1916: 21
No? a dozen times at least.
What, in metre?
In any proportion or in any language.
I think, or in any religion.Craig1916: 25
Ay; why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.Craig1916: 28
Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.
I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: thou art the list.Craig1916: 32
And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art a three-piled piece, I warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?Craig1916: 37
I 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.
I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?Craig1916: 44
Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to—Craig1916: 49
To what, I pray?
To three thousand dolours a year.Craig1916: 53
Ay, and more.
A French crown more.
Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error: I am sound.Craig1916: 57
Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.Craig1916: 61
Enter Mistress Overdone.
How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
Well, well; there’s one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.Craig1916: 66
Who’s that, I pray thee?
Marry, sir, that’s Claudio, Signior Claudio.
Claudio to prison! ’tis not so.Craig1916: 70
Nay, but I know ’tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is Edition: current; Page:  more, within these three days his head to be chopped off.
But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this?Craig1916: 76
I am too sure of it; and it is for getting Madam Julietta with child.
Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.Craig1916: 81
Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.Craig1916: 84
But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
Away! let’s go learn the truth of it.
[Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen.
Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk.
How now! what’s the news with you?
Yonder man is carried to prison.Craig1916: 92
Well: what has he done?
But what’s his offence?
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
What, is there a maid with child by him?
No; but there’s a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?Craig1916: 101
What proclamation, man?
All houses of resort in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked downCraig1916: 104
And what shall become of those in the city?
They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.Craig1916: 109
But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
To the ground, mistress.Craig1916: 112
Why, here’s a change indeed in the commonwealth! What shall become of me?
Come; fear not you: good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I’ll be your tapster still. Courage! there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.Craig1916: 120
What’s to do here, Thomas tapster?
Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there’s Madam Juliet.
Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers.
Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
I do it not in evil disposition,
But from Lord Angelo by special charge.Craig1916: 128
Thus can the demi-god Authority
Make us pay down for our offence’ by weight.
The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so: yet still ’tis just.Craig1916: 132
Re-enter Lucio and two Gentlemen.
Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate useCraig1916: 136
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue—
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,—
A thirsty evil, and when we drink we die.
If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors. And yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment. What’s thy offence, Claudio?Craig1916: 144
What but to speak of would offend again.
What, is’t murder?
Call it so.
Away, sir! you must go.
One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.
[Takes him aside.
A hundred, if they’ll do you any good.
Is lechery so looked after?
Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta’s bed:Craig1916: 156
You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
Save that we do the denunciation lack
Of outward order: this we came not to,
Only for propagation of a dowerCraig1916: 160
Remaining in the coffer of her friends,
From whom we thought it meet to hide our love
Till time had made them for us. But it chances
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment
With character too gross is writ on Juliet.Craig1916: 165
With child, perhaps?
Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke,—
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness,Craig1916: 168
Or whether that the body public be
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,Edition: current; Page: 
Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
He can command, lets it straight feel the spur;
Whether the tyranny be in his place,Craig1916: 173
Or in his eminence that fills it up,
I stagger in:—but this new governor
Awakes me all the enrolled penaltiesCraig1916: 176
Which have, like unscour’d armour, hung by the wall
So long that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
And none of them been worn; and, for a name,
Now puts the drowsy and neglected actCraig1916: 180
Freshly on me: ’tis surely for a name.
I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to him.Craig1916: 185
I have done so, but he’s not to be found.
I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service.
This day my sister should the cloister enter,Craig1916: 188
And there receive her approbation:
Acquaint her with the danger of my state;
Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him:Craig1916: 192
I have great hope in that; for in her youth
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.Craig1916: 197
I pray she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I’ll to her.
I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Within two hours.
Come, officer, away!
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
No, holy father; throw away that thought:
Believe not that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee
To give me secret harbour, hath a purposeCraig1916: 4
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.
May your Grace speak of it?
My holy sir, none better knows than you
How I have ever lov’d the life remov’d,Craig1916: 8
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.
I have deliver’d to Lord Angelo—
A man of stricture and firm abstinence—Craig1916: 12
My absolute power and place here in Vienna,
And he supposes me travell’d to Poland;
For so I have strew’d it in the common ear,
And so it is receiv’d. Now, pious sir,Craig1916: 16
You will demand of me why I do this?
Gladly, my lord.
We have strict statutes and most biting laws,—
The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds,—Craig1916: 20
Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep;
Even like an o’ergrown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers,
Having bound up the threat’ning twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children’s sightCraig1916: 25
For terror, not to use, in time the rod
Becomes more mock’d than fear’d; so our decrees,
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead,Craig1916: 28
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.
It rested in your Grace
T’ unloose this tied-up justice when you pleas’d;
And it in you more dreadful would have seem’d
Than in Lord Angelo.
I do fear, too dreadful:
Sith ’twas my fault to give the people scope,Craig1916: 35
’Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them
For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done,
When evil deeds have their permissive pass
And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father,
I have on Angelo impos’d the office,Craig1916: 40
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home,
And yet my nature never in the sight
To do it slander. And to behold his sway,
I will, as ’twere a brother of your order,Craig1916: 44
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee,
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
How I may formally in person bear me
Like a true friar. Moe reasons for this action
At our more leisure shall I render you;Craig1916: 49
Only, this one: Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetiteCraig1916: 52
Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see,
If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Enter Isabella and Francisca.
And have you nuns no further privileges?
Are not these large enough?
Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more,
But rather wishing a more strict restraintCraig1916: 4
Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare.
[Within.] Ho! Peace be in this place!
Who’s that which calls?
It is a man’s voice. Gentle Isabella,
Turn you the key, and know his business of him:
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn.Craig1916: 9
When you have vow’d, you must not speak with men
But in the presence of the prioress:
Then, if you speak, you must not show your face,
Or, if you show your face, you must not speak.
He calls again; I pray you, answer him.
Peace and prosperity! Who is’t that calls?
Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-rosesCraig1916: 16
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A novice of this place, and the fair sister
To her unhappy brother Claudio?Craig1916: 20
Why ‘her unhappy brother?’ let me ask;
The rather for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella and his sister.
Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:Craig1916: 24
Not to be weary with you, he’s in prison.
Woe me! for what?
For that which, if myself might be his judge,
He should receive his punishment in thanks:Craig1916: 28
He hath got his friend with child.
Sir, make me not your story.
It is true.
I would not, though ’tis my familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest,Craig1916: 32
Tongue far from heart, play with all virgins so:
I hold you as a thing ensky’d and sainted;
By your renouncement an immortal spirit,
And to be talk’d with in sincerity,Craig1916: 36
As with a saint.
You do blaspheme the good in mocking me.
Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, ’tis thus:
Your brother and his lover have embrac’d:Craig1916: 40
As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.Craig1916: 44
Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet?
Is she your cousin?
Adoptedly; asschool-maids change their names
By vain, though apt affection.
She it is.Craig1916: 48
O! let him marry her.
This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand and hope of action; but we do learnCraig1916: 52
By those that know the very nerves of state,
His givings out were of an infinite distance
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
And with full line of his authority,Craig1916: 56
Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense,
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edgeCraig1916: 60
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
He,—to give fear to use and liberty,
Which have for long run by the hideous law,
As mice by lions, hath pick’d out an act,Craig1916: 64
Under whose heavy sense your brother’s life
Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it,
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example. All hope is gone,Craig1916: 68
Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer
To soften Angelo; and that’s my pith of business
Twixt you and your poor brother.
Doth he so seek his life?
He’s censur’d himCraig1916: 72
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.
Alas! what poor ability’s in me
To do him good?
Assay the power you have.Craig1916: 76
My power? alas! I doubt—
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt. Go to Lord Angelo,
And let him learn to know, when maidens sue,Craig1916: 80
Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,
All their petitions are as freely theirs
As they themselves would owe them.
I’ll see what I can do.
But speedily.Craig1916: 84
I will about it straight;
No longer staying but to give the Mother
Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you:
Commend me to my brother; soon at nightCraig1916: 88
I’ll send him certain word of my success.
I take my leave of you.
Good sir, adieu.
Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, Officers, and other Attendants.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch and not their terror.
Ay, but yetCraig1916: 4
Let us be keen and rather cut a little,
Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas! this gentleman,
Whom I would save, had a most noble father.
Let but your honour know,—Craig1916: 8
Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,—
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time coher’d with place or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your bloodCraig1916: 12
Could have attain’d the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not, some time in your life,
Err’d in this point which now you censure him,
And pull’d the law upon you.Craig1916: 16
’Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny,
The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or twoCraig1916: 20
Guiltier than him they try; what’s open made to justice,
That justice seizes: what know the laws
That thieves do pass on thieves? ’Tis very pregnant,
The jewel that we find, we stoop and take itCraig1916: 24
Because we see it; but what we do not see
We tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not so extenuate his offence
For I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that censure him, do so offend,Craig1916: 29
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.
Be it as your wisdom will.
Where is the provost?
Here, if it like your honour.
See that Claudio
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:
Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar’d;
For that’s the utmost of his pilgrimage.Craig1916: 36
Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none,
And some condemned for a fault alone.Craig1916: 40
Enter Elbow and Officers, with Froth and Pompey.
Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a common-weal that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them away.Craig1916: 44
How now, sir! What’s your name, and what’s the matter?
If it please your honour, I am the poor duke’s constable, and my name is Elbow: I do lean upon justice, sir; and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors.Craig1916: 51
Benefactors! Well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors?
If it please your honour, I know not well what they are; but precise villains they are, that I am sure of, and void of all profanation in the world that good Christians ought to have.Craig1916: 57
This comes off well: here’s a wise officer.
Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
He cannot, sir: he’s out at elbow.Craig1916: 62
What are you, sir?
He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman, whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.Craig1916: 68
How know you that?
My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,—
How! thy wife?Craig1916: 72
Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,—
Dost thou detest her therefore?
I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd’s house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.Craig1916: 79
How dost thou know that, constable?
Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.Craig1916: 84
By the woman’s means?
Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone’s means; but as she spit in his face, so she defied him.
Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.Craig1916: 89
Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it.
[To Angelo.] Do you hear how he misplaces?Craig1916: 93
Sir, she came in, great with child, and longing,—saving your honour’s reverence,—for Edition: current; Page:  stewed prunes. Sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes.
Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir.
No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in the right: but to the point. As I say, this Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great-bellied, and longing, as I said, for prunes, and having but two in the dish, as I said, Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; for, as you know, Master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.
No, indeed.Craig1916: 112
Very well: you being then, if you be remembered, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,—
Ay, so I did, indeed.Craig1916: 116
Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be remembered, that such a one and such a one were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you,—Craig1916: 120
All this is true.
Why, very well then.—
Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What was done to Elbow’s wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her.
Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.Craig1916: 128
No, sir, nor I mean it not.
Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour’s leave. And, I beseech you, look into Master Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year, whose father died at Hallowmas. Was’t not at Hallowmas, Master Froth?Craig1916: 134
Why, very well: I hope here be truths. He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; ’twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where indeed, you have a delight to sit, have you not?Craig1916: 139
I have so, because it is an open room and good for winter.
Why, very well then: I hope here be truths.
This will last out a night in Russia,Craig1916: 144
When nights are longest there: I’ll take my leave,
And leave you to the hearing of the cause,
Hoping you’ll find good cause to whip them all.
I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow’s wife, once more?
Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once.Craig1916: 152
I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.
I beseech your honour, ask me.
Well, sir, what did this gentleman to her?Craig1916: 157
I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman’s face. Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; ’tis for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?Craig1916: 161
Ay, sir, very well.
Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.
Well, I do so.Craig1916: 164
Doth your honour see any harm in his face?
I’ll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the constable’s wife any harm? I would know that of your honour.Craig1916: 172
He’s in the right. Constable, what say you to it?
First, an’ it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow, and his mistress is a respected woman.Craig1916: 177
By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected person than any of us all.
Varlet, thou liest: thou liest, wicked varlet. The time is yet to come that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child.Craig1916: 182
Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her.
Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Iniquity? Is this true?Craig1916: 186
O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! I respected with her before I was married to her? If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke’s officer. Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I’ll have mine action of battery on thee.Craig1916: 193
If he took you a box o’ th’ ear, you might have your action of slander too.
Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What is’t your worship’s pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff?Craig1916: 198
Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in him that thou wouldest discover if thou couldst, let him continue in his courses till thou knowest what they are.Craig1916: 202
Marry, I thank your worship for it. Thou seest, thou wicked varlet, now, what’s come upon thee: thou art to continue now, thou varlet, thou art to continue.
Where were you born, friend?
Here in Vienna, sir.Craig1916: 208
Are you of fourscore pounds a year?
Yes, an’t please you, sir.
So. [To Pompey.] What trade are you of, sir?Craig1916: 212
A tapster; a poor widow’s tapster.
Your mistress’ name?
Hath she had any more than one husband?
Nine, sir; Overdone by the last.Craig1916: 218
Nine!—Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters; they will draw you, Master Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.
I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.Craig1916: 226
Well: no more of it, Master Froth: farewell. [Exit Froth.]—Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What’s your name, Master tapster?
What else?Craig1916: 232
Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you, so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you.Craig1916: 239
Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live.
How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?Craig1916: 244
If the law would allow it, sir.
But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.
Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the city?
No, Pompey.Craig1916: 250
Truly, sir, in my humble opinion, they will to’t then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.
There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: it is but heading and hanging.Craig1916: 256
If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you’ll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I’ll rent the fairest house in it after threepence a bay. If you live to see this come to pass, say, Pompey told you so.Craig1916: 263
Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you. In plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt. So, for this time, Pompey, fare you well.Craig1916: 272
I thank your worship for your good counsel;—[Aside.] but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine.
Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade;
The valiant heart’s not whipt out of his trade.
Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?Craig1916: 280
Seven year and a half, sir.
I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time. You say, seven years together?Craig1916: 284
And a half, sir.
Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon ’t. Are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it?Craig1916: 289
Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters. As they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them: I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.Craig1916: 293
Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.Craig1916: 296
To your worship’s house, sir?
To my house. Fare you well.
What’s o’clock, think you?
Eleven, sir.Craig1916: 300
I pray you home to dinner with me.
I humbly thank you.
It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there is no remedy.Craig1916: 304
Lord Angelo is severe.
It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
But yet, poor Claudio! There’s no remedy.Craig1916: 308
Enter Provost and a Servant.
He’s hearing of a cause: he will come straight:
I’ll tell him of you.
Pray you, do. [Exit Serv.] I’ll know
His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas!Edition: current; Page: 
He hath but as offended in a dream:Craig1916: 4
All sects, all ages smack of this vice, and he
To die for it!
Now, what’s the matter, provost?
Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order?Craig1916: 8
Why dost thou ask again?
Lest I might be too rash.
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, Judgment hath
Repented o’er his doom.
Go to; let that be mine:Craig1916: 12
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spar’d.
I crave your honour’s pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She’s very near her hour.
Dispose of herCraig1916: 16
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Here is the sister of the man condemn’d
Desires access to you.
Hath he a sister?
Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,Craig1916: 20
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already.
Well, let her be admitted.
See you the fornicatress be remov’d:
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;Craig1916: 24
There shall be order for’t.
Enter Isabella and Lucio.
God save your honour!
[Offering to retire.
Stay a little while.—[To Isab.] You’re welcome: what’s your will?
I am a woful suitor to your honour,
Please but your honour hear me.
Well; what’s your suit?Craig1916: 28
There is a vice that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice,
For which I would not plead, but that I must;
For which I must not plead, but that I amCraig1916: 32
At war ’twixt will and will not.
Well; the matter?
I have a brother is condemn’d to die:
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.
[Aside.] Heaven give thee moving graces!Craig1916: 36
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault’s condemn’d ere it be done.
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
To fine the faults whose fine stands in record,Craig1916: 40
And let go by the actor.
O just, but severe law!
I had a brother, then.—Heaven keep your honour!
[Aside to Isab.] Give’t not o’er so: to him again, entreat him;
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
You are too cold; if you should need a pin,Craig1916: 45
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it.
To him. I say!
Must he needs die?
Maiden, no remedy.
Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,Craig1916: 49
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.
I will not do’t.
But can you, if you would?
Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
But might you do’t, and do the world no wrong,Craig1916: 53
If so your heart were touch’d with that remorse
As mine is to him?
He’s sentenc’d: ’tis too late.
[Aside to Isab.] You are too cold.Craig1916: 56
Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word,
May call it back again. Well, believe this,
No ceremony that to great ones ’longs,
Not the king’s crown, nor the deputed sword,Craig1916: 60
The marshal’s truncheon, nor the judge’s robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.
If he had been as you, and you as he,Craig1916: 64
You would have slipt like him; but he, like you,
Would not have been so stern.
Pray you, be gone.
I would to heaven I had your potency,
And you were Isabel! should it then be thus?Craig1916: 68
No; I would tell what ’twere to be a judge,
And what a prisoner.
[Aside to Isab.] Ay, touch him; there’s the vein.
Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.
Alas! alas!Craig1916: 72
Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took,
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, shouldCraig1916: 76Edition: current; Page: 
But judge you as you are? O! think on that,
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.
Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I, condemn your brother:Craig1916: 80
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him: he must die to-morrow.
To-morrow! O! that’s sudden! Spare him, spare him!
He’s not prepar’d for death. Even for our kitchensCraig1916: 84
We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven
With less respect than we do minister
To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you:
Who is it that hath died for this offence?Craig1916: 88
There’s many have committed it.
[Aside to Isab.] Ay, well said.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:
Those many had not dar’d to do that evil,
If that the first that did th’ edict infringeCraig1916: 92
Had answer’d for his deed: now ’tis awake,
Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,
Either new, or by remissness new-conceiv’d,Craig1916: 96
And so in progress to be hatch’d and born,
Are now to have no successive degrees,
But, ere they live, to end.
Yet show some pity.
I show it most of all when I show justice;
For then I pity those I do not know,Craig1916: 101
Which a dismiss’d offence would after gall,
And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied:Craig1916: 104
Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.
So you must be the first that gives this sentence,
And he that suffers. O! it is excellent
To have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
[Aside to Isab.] That’s well said.Craig1916: 109
Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne’er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officerCraig1916: 112
Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oakCraig1916: 116
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,Craig1916: 120
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
[Aside to Isab.] O, to him, to him, wench! He will relent:Craig1916: 124
He’s coming: I perceive’t.
[Aside.] Pray heaven she win him!
We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
Great men may jest with saints; ’tis wit in them,
But, in the less foul profanation.Craig1916: 128
[Aside to Isab.] Thou’rt in the right, girl: more o’ that.
That in the captain’s but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
[Aside to Isab.] Art advis’d o’ that? more on ’t.Craig1916: 132
Why do you put these sayings upon me?
Because authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o’ the top. Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth knowCraig1916: 137
That’s like my brother’s fault: if it confess
A natural guiltiness such as is his,
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongueCraig1916: 140
Against my brother’s life.
She speaks, and ’tis
Such sense that my sense breeds with it. Fare you well.
Gentle my lord, turn back.
I will bethink me. Come again to-morrow.Craig1916: 144
Hark how I’ll bribe you. Good my lord, turn back.
How! bribe me?
Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you.
[Aside to Isab.] You had marr’d all else.Craig1916: 148
Not with fond sicles of the tested gold,
Or stones whose rates are either rich or poor
As fancy values them; but with true prayers
That shall be up at heaven and enter thereCraig1916: 152
Ere sun-rise: prayers from preserved souls,
From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.
Well; come to me to-morrow.
[Aside to Isab.] Go to; ’tis well: away!
Heaven keep your honour safe!
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your lordship?
At any time ’fore noon.Craig1916: 160
Save your honour!
[Exeunt Isabella, Lucio, and Provost.
From thee; even from thy virtue!
What’s this? what’s this? Is this her fault or mine?
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That, lying by the violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it beCraig1916: 168
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman’s lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!Craig1916: 172
What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully for those things
That make her good? O, let her brother live!
Thieves for their robbery have authorityCraig1916: 176
When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again,
And feast upon her eyes? What is’t I dream on?
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,Craig1916: 180
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,Craig1916: 184
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite. Ever till now,
When men were fond, I smil’d and wonder’d how.
Enter Duke, disguised as a friar, and Provost.
Hail to you, provost! so I think you are.
I am the provost. What’s your will, good friar?
Bound by my charity and my bless’d order,
I come to visit the afflicted spiritsCraig1916: 4
Here in the prison: do me the common right
To let me see them and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.Craig1916: 8
I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister’d her report. She is with child,Craig1916: 12
And he that got it, sentenc’d; a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this.
When must he die?
As I do think, to-morrow.
[To Juliet.] I have provided for you: stay a while,Craig1916: 17
And you shall be conducted.
Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
I do, and bear the shame most patiently.Craig1916: 20
I’ll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.
I’ll gladly learn.
Love you the man that wrong’d you?
Yes, as I love the woman that wrong’d him.
So then it seems your most offenceful act
Was mutually committed?
Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.Craig1916: 28
I do confess it, and repent it, father.
’Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven,Craig1916: 32
Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it,
But as we stand in fear,—
I do repent me, as it is an evil,
And take the shame with joy.
There rest.Craig1916: 36
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
God’s grace go with you! Benedicite!
Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfortCraig1916: 41
Is still a dying horror!
’Tis pity of him.
When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words,
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel: heaven in my mouth,Craig1916: 4
As if I did but only chew his name,
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,Craig1916: 8
Grown fear’d and tedious; yea, my gravity,Edition: current; Page: 
Wherein, let no man hear me, I take pride,
Could I with boot change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,Craig1916: 13
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood:
Let’s write good angel on the devil’s horn,Craig1916: 16
’Tis not the devil’s crest.
Enter a Servant.
How now! who’s there?
One Isabel, a sister,
Desires access to you.
Teach her the way.
O heavens!Craig1916: 20
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?Craig1916: 24
So play the foolish throngs with one that swounds;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general, subject to a well-wish’d king,Craig1916: 28
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
How now, fair maid!
I am come to know your pleasure.Craig1916: 32
That you might know it, would much better please me,
Than to demand what ’tis. Your brother cannot live.
Even so. Heaven keep your honour!
Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you or I: yet he must die.Craig1916: 37
Under your sentence?
When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,Craig1916: 40
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
That his soul sicken not.
Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him that hath from nature stolenCraig1916: 44
A man already made, as to remit
Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven’s image
In stamps that are forbid: ’tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made,Craig1916: 48
As to put metal in restrained means
To make a false one.
’Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.
Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.Craig1916: 52
Which had you rather, that the most just law
Now took your brother’s life; or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness
As she that he hath stain’d?
Sir, believe this,Craig1916: 56
I had rather give my body than my soul.
I talk not of your soul. Our compell’d sins
Stand more for number than for accompt.
How say you?
Nay, I’ll not warrant that; for I can speakCraig1916: 60
Against the thing I say. Answer to this:
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Pronounce a sentence on your brother’s life:
Might there not be a charity in sinCraig1916: 64
To save this brother’s life?
Please you to do’t,
I’ll take it as a peril to my soul;
It is no sin at all, but charity.
Pleas’d you to do’t, at peril of your soul,
Were equal poise of sin and charity.
That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
If that be sin, I’ll make it my morn prayerCraig1916: 72
To have it added to the faults of mine,
And nothing of your answer.
Nay, but hear me.
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seem so craftily; and that’s not good.Craig1916: 76
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
But graciously to know I am no better.
Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright
When it doth tax itself; as these black masksCraig1916: 80
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
Than beauty could, display’d. But mark me;
To be received plain, I’ll speak more gross:
Your brother is to die.Craig1916: 84
And his offence is so, as it appears
Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Admit no other way to save his life,—
As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
But in the loss of question,—that you, his sister,
Finding yourself desir’d of such a person,Craig1916: 92
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-building law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that eitherCraig1916: 96
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this suppos’d, or else to let him suffer;
What would you do?
As much for my poor brother, as myself:
That is, were I under the terms of death,Craig1916: 101
Th’ impression of keen whips I’d wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That, longing, have been sick for, ere I’d yield
My body up to shame.
Then must your brother die.
And ’twere the cheaper way:
Better it were a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,Craig1916: 108
Should die for ever.
Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
That you have slander’d so?
Ignomy in ransom and free pardonCraig1916: 112
Are of two houses: lawful mercy
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.
You seem’d of late to make the law a tyrant;
And rather prov’d the sliding of your brotherCraig1916: 116
A merriment than a vice.
O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out,
To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean.
I something do excuse the thing I hate,Craig1916: 120
For his advantage that I dearly love.
We are all frail.
Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary, but only he
Owe and succeed thy weakness.Craig1916: 124
Nay, women are frail too.
Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves,
Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
Women! Help heaven! men their creation mar
In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail,
For we are soft as our complexions are,
And credulous to false prints.
I think it well:
And from this testimony of your own sex,—Craig1916: 132
Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger
Than faults may shake our frames,—let me be bold;
I do arrest your words. Be that you are,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you’re none;
If you be one, as you are well express’dCraig1916: 137
By all external warrants, show it now,
By putting on the destin’d livery.
I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,Craig1916: 140
Let me entreat you speak the former language.
Plainly conceive, I love you.
My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me
That he shall die for’t.Craig1916: 144
He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
I know your virtue hath a licence in’t.
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.Craig1916: 149
Ha! little honour to be much believ’d,
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for’t:Craig1916: 152
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or with an outstretch’d throat I’ll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.
Who will believe thee, Isabel?
My unsoil’d name, the austereness of my life,Craig1916: 156
My vouch against you, and my place i’ the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,
That you shall stifle in your own report
And smell of calumny. I have begun;Craig1916: 160
And now I give my sensual race the rein:
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brotherCraig1916: 164
By yielding up thy body to my will,
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
I’ll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,Craig1916: 170
Say what you can, my false o’erweighs your true.
To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,Craig1916: 172
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths!
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof,
Bidding the law make curt’sy to their will;Craig1916: 176
Hooking both right and wrong to th’ appetite,
To follow as it draws. I’ll to my brother:
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,Craig1916: 180
That, had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he’d yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr’d pollution.Craig1916: 184
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
More than our brother is our chastity.
I’ll tell him yet of Angelo’s request,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul’s rest.Craig1916: 188
Enter Duke, as a friar, Claudio, and Provost.
So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?
The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepar’d to die.Craig1916: 4
Be absolute for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,Craig1916: 8
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep’st,
Hourly afflict. Merely, thou art death’s fool;
For him thou labour’st by thy flight to shun,Craig1916: 12
And yet run’st toward him still. Thou art not noble:
For all th’ accommodations that thou bear’st
Are nurs’d by baseness. Thou art by no means valiant;
For thou dost fear the soft and tender forkCraig1916: 16
Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provok’st; yet grossly fear’st
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
For thou exist’st on many a thousand grainsCraig1916: 20
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou striv’st to get,
And what thou hast, forget’st. Thou art not certain;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,Craig1916: 24
After the moon. If thou art rich, thou’rt poor;
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear’st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age;Craig1916: 32
But, as it were, an after-dinner’s sleep,
Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,Craig1916: 37
To make thy riches pleasant. What’s yet in this
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.
I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die,
And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
[Within.] What ho! Peace here; grace and good company!Craig1916: 44
Who’s there? come in: the wish deserves a welcome.
Dear sir, ere long I’ll visit you again.
Most holy sir, I thank you.Craig1916: 47
My business is a word or two with Claudio.
And very welcome. Look, signior; here’s your sister.
Provost, a word with you.
As many as you please.
Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be conceal’d.Craig1916: 52
[Exeunt Duke and Provost.
Now, sister, what’s the comfort?
Why, as all comforts are; most good, most good indeed.
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Intends you for his swift ambassador,Craig1916: 56
Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:
Therefore, your best appointment make with speed;
To-morrow you set on.
Is there no remedy?
None, but such remedy, as to save a headCraig1916: 60
To cleave a heart in twain.
But is there any?
Yes, brother, you may live:
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
If you’ll implore it, that will free your life,Craig1916: 64
But fetter you till death.
Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,
Though all the world’s vastidity you had,
To a determin’d scope.
But in what nature?Craig1916: 68
In such a one as, you consenting to’t,
Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear,
And leave you naked.
Let me know the point.
O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,
And six or seven winters more respect
Than a perpetual honour. Dar’st thou die?
The sense of death is most in apprehension,Craig1916: 76
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a resolution fetchCraig1916: 80
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.
There spake my brother: there my father’s graveCraig1916: 84
Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,Edition: current; Page: 
Whose settled visage and deliberate wordCraig1916: 88
Nips youth i’ the head, and follies doth enmew
As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.
The prenzie Angelo?Craig1916: 92
O, ’tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned’st body to invest and cover
In prenzie guards! Dost thou think, Claudio?
If I would yield him my virginity,Craig1916: 96
Thou mightst be freed.
O heavens! it cannot be.
Yes, he would give’t thee, from this rank offence,
So to offend him still. This night’s the time
That I should do what I abhor to name,Craig1916: 100
Or else thou diest to-morrow.
Thou shalt not do’t.
O! were it but my life,
I’d throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.
Thanks, dear Isabel.Craig1916: 104
Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.
Yes. Has he affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin;Craig1916: 108
Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Which is the least?
If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why would he for the momentary trickCraig1916: 112
Be perdurably fin’d? O Isabel!
What says my brother?
Death is a fearful thing.
And shamed life a hateful.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;Craig1916: 116
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to resideCraig1916: 120
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison’d in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling: ’tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonmentCraig1916: 128
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Sweet sister, let me live:
What sin you do to save a brother’s life,Craig1916: 132
Nature dispenses with the deed so far
That it becomes a virtue.
O you beast!
O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?Craig1916: 136
Is’t not a kind of incest, to take life
From thine own sister’s shame? What should I think?
Heaven shield my mother play’d my father fair;
For such a warped slip of wildernessCraig1916: 140
Ne’er issu’d from his blood. Take my defiance;
Die, perish! Might but my bending down
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed.
I’ll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,Craig1916: 144
No word to save thee.
Nay, hear me, Isabel.
O, fie, fie, fie!
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:Craig1916: 148
’Tis best that thou diest quickly.
O hear me, Isabella.
Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word.
What is your will?Craig1916: 151
Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require is likewise your own benefit.
I have no superfluous leisure: my stay must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while.Craig1916: 158
[Aside to Claudio.] Son, I have overheard what hath past between you and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an assay of her virtue to practise his judgment with the disposition of natures. She, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive: I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to death. Do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: to-morrow you must die; go to your knees and make ready.Craig1916: 170
Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love with life that I will sue to be rid of it.
Hold you there: farewell.Craig1916: 174
Provost, a word with you.
What’s your will, father?
That now you are come, you will be gone. Leave me awhile with the maid: my mind promises with my habit no loss shall touch her by my company.Craig1916: 180
In good time.
The hand that hath made you fair Edition: current; Page:  hath made you good: the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, shall keep the body of it ever fair. The assault that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath conveyed to my understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How would you do to content this substitute, and to save your brother?Craig1916: 192
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.Craig1916: 198
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.Craig1916: 210
Let me hear you speak further. I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.
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?
I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name.Craig1916: 219
She 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 wracked at sea, having in that perished vessel the dowry of his sister. But mark how heavily this befell 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 marriage-dowry with both, her combinate husband, this well-seeming Angelo.Craig1916: 231
Can this be so? Did Angelo so leave her?
Left her in her tears, and dried not one of them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, pretending in her discoveries of dishonour: in few, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not.Craig1916: 239
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?Craig1916: 243
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.
Show me how, good father.Craig1916: 248
This forenamed maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection: his unjust unkindness, that in all reason should have quenched her love, hath, like an impediment in the current, made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo: answer his requiring with a plausible obedience: agree with his demands to the point; only refer yourself to this advantage, first, that your stay with him may not be long, that the time may have all shadow and silence in it, and the place answer to convenience. This being granted in course, and 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 recompense; and here by this is your brother 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?Craig1916: 271
The image of it gives me content already, and I trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection.
It lies much in your holding up. Haste you speedily to Angelo: if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. 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.Craig1916: 281
I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father.
Enter Duke, as a friar; to him Elbow, Pompey, and Officers.
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.Craig1916: 4
O heavens! what stuff is here?
’Twas never merry world, since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown Edition: current; Page:  to keep him warm; and furred with fox and lamb skins too, to signify that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
Come your way, sir. Bless you, good father friar.Craig1916: 13
And you, good brother father. What offence hath this man made you, sir?
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 picklock, which we have sent to the deputy.
Fie, sirrah: a bawd, a wicked bawd!Craig1916: 20
The evil that thou causest to be done,
That is thy means to live. Do thou but think
What ’tis to cram a maw or clothe a back
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,Craig1916: 24
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.Craig1916: 28
Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, sir, I would prove—
Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,
Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer;Craig1916: 32
Correction and instruction must both work
Ere this rude beast will profit.
He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning. The deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.
That we were all, as some would seem to be,Craig1916: 40
From our faults, as faults from seeming, free!
His neck will come to your waist,—a cord, sir.
I spy comfort: I cry, bail. Here’s a gentleman and a friend of mine.Craig1916: 45
How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion’s images, newly made woman, to he had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutched? What reply? ha? What say’st thou to this tune, matter and method? Is’t not drowned i’ the last rain, ha? What sayest thou Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words, or how? The trick of it?Craig1916: 56
Still thus, and thus, still worse!
How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still, ha?
Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.Craig1916: 61
Why, ’tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd: an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?
Yes, faith, sir.Craig1916: 66
Why, ’tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell. Go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?
For being a bawd, for being a bawd.Craig1916: 70
Well, then, imprison him. If imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, ’tis his right: bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, Pompey. You will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.Craig1916: 77
I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.
No, indeed will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. Bless you, friar.Craig1916: 84
Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha?
Come your ways, sir; come.
You will not bail me then, sir?Craig1916: 88
Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar? What news?
Come your ways, sir; come.
Go to kennel, Pompey; go.Craig1916: 92
[Exeunt Elbow, Pompey and Officers.
What news, friar, of the duke?
I know none. Can you tell me of any?
Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?Craig1916: 97
I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.
It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to’t.
He does well in’t.Craig1916: 104
A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar.
It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it.Craig1916: 109
Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well allied; but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and woman after this downright way of creation: is it true, think you?
How should he be made, then?Craig1916: 116
Some report a sea-maid spawn’d him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice; that I know to be true; and he is a motion generative; that’s infallible.
You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace.
Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a cod-piece to take away the life of a man! Would the duke that is absent have done this? Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport; he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.Craig1916: 131
I never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way.
O, sir, you are deceived.
’Tis not possible.Craig1916: 136
Who? not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty, and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish; the duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too; that let me inform you.Craig1916: 140
You do him wrong, surely.
Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the duke; and, I believe I know the cause of his withdrawing.Craig1916: 144
What, I prithee, might be the cause?
No, pardon; ’tis a secret must be locked within the teeth and the lips; but this I can let you understand, the greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.
Wise! why, no question but he was.
A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.Craig1916: 152
Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking: the very stream of his life and the business he hath helmed must, upon a warranted need, give him a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. Therefore you speak unskilfully; or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darkened in your malice.
Sir, I know him, and I love him.Craig1916: 162
Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.
Come, sir, I know what I know.
I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return,—as our prayers are he may,—let me desire you to make your answer before him: if it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it. I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?Craig1916: 172
Sir, my name is Lucio, well known to the duke.
He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you.Craig1916: 176
I fear you not.
O! you hope the duke will return no more, or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I can do you little harm; you’ll forswear this again.
I’ll be hanged first: thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio die to-morrow or no?Craig1916: 184
Why should he die, sir?
Why? for filling a bottle with a tundish. I would the duke we talk of were returned again: this ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with continency; sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light: would he were returned! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. Farewell, good friar; I prithee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on Fridays. He’s not past it yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell.
No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure ’scape: back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
But who comes here?Craig1916: 204
Enter Escalus, Provost, and Officers with Mistress Overdone.
Go; away with her to prison!
Good my lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted a merciful man; good my lord.Craig1916: 208
Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind? This would make mercy swear, and play the tyrant.
A bawd of eleven years’ continuance, may it please your honour.Craig1916: 213
My lord, this is one Lucio’s information against me. Mistress Kate Keepdown was with child by him in the duke’s time; he promised her marriage; his child is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself, and see how he goes about to abuse me!Craig1916: 220
That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to; no more words. [Exeunt Officers with Mistress Overdone.] Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered; Claudio Edition: current; Page:  must die to-morrow. Let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation: if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with him.Craig1916: 229
So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death.Craig1916: 232
Good even, good father.
Bliss and goodness on you!
Of whence are you?
Not of this country, though my chance is nowCraig1916: 236
To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the See,
In special business from his Holiness.
What news abroad i’ the world?Craig1916: 240
None, but there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking: there is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure, but security enough to make fellowships accursed. Much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day’s news. I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke?Craig1916: 251
One that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.
What pleasure was he given to?Craig1916: 254
Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at anything which professed to make him rejoice: a gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous; and let me desire to know how you find Claudio prepared. I am made to understand, that you have lent him visitation.Craig1916: 262
He professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice; yet had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life, which I, by my good leisure have discredited to him, and now is he resolved to die.Craig1916: 269
You have paid the heavens your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have laboured for the poor gentleman to the extremest shore of my modesty; but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him he is indeed Justice.Craig1916: 276
If his own life answer the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself.
I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well.
Peace be with you!
[Exeunt Escalus and Provost.
He, who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;Craig1916: 284
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self offences weighing.Craig1916: 288
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Twice treble shame on Angelo,
To weed my vice and let his grow!Craig1916: 292
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
How many likeness made in crimes,
Making practice on the times,Craig1916: 296
To draw with idle spiders’ strings
Most pond’rous and substantial things!
Craft against vice I must apply:
With Angelo to-night shall lieCraig1916: 300
His old betrothed but despis’d:
So disguise shall, by the disguis’d,
Pay with falsehood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting.
Enter Mariana and a Boy: Boy sings.
Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still’d my brawling discontent.
Enter Duke, disguised as before.
I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wishCraig1916: 12
You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth it much displeas’d, but pleas’d my woe.
’Tis good; though music oft hath such a charmCraig1916: 16
To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
I pray you tell me, hath anybody inquired for me here to-day? much upon this time have I promised here to meet.Craig1916: 20
You have not been inquired after: I have sat here all day.
I do constantly believe you. The time is come even now. I shall crave your forbearance Edition: current; Page:  a little; may be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.
I am always bound to you.
Very well met, and well come.Craig1916: 28
What is the news from this good deputy?
He hath a garden circummur’d with brick,
Whose western side is with a vineyard back’d;
And to that vineyard is a planched gate,Craig1916: 32
That makes his opening with this bigger key;
This other doth command a little door
Which from the vineyard to the garden leads;
There have I made my promiseCraig1916: 36
Upon the heavy middle of the night
To call upon him.
But shall you on your knowledge find this way?
I have ta’en a due and wary note upon’t:Craig1916: 40
With whispering and most guilty diligence,
In action all of precept, he did show me
The way twice o’er.
Are there no other tokens
Between you ’greed concerning her observance?
No, none, but only a repair i’ the dark;
And that I have possess’d him my most stay
Can be but brief; for I have made him know
I have a servant comes with me along,Craig1916: 48
That stays upon me, whose persuasion is
I come about my brother.
’Tis well borne up.
I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this. What ho! within! come forth.
I pray you, be acquainted with this maid;Craig1916: 53
She comes to do you good.
I do desire the like.
Do you persuade yourself that I respect you?
Good friar, I know you do, and oft have found it.Craig1916: 56
Take then this your companion by the hand,
Who hath a story ready for your ear.
I shall attend your leisure: but make haste;
The vaporous night approaches.
Will’t please you walk aside?Craig1916: 60
[Exeunt Mariana and Isabella.
O place and greatness! millions of false eyes
Are stuck upon thee: volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings: thousand escapes of witCraig1916: 64
Make thee the father of their idle dream,
And rack thee in their fancies!
Re-enter Mariana and Isabella.
Welcome! How agreed?
She’ll take the enterprise upon her, father,
If you advise it.
It is not my consent,Craig1916: 68
But my entreaty too.
Little have you to say
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
‘Remember now my brother.’
Fear me not.
Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all.
He is your husband on a pre-contract:Craig1916: 73
To bring you thus together, ’tis no sin,
Sith that the justice of your title to him
Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let us go:Craig1916: 76
Our corn’s to reap, for yet our tithe’s to sow.
Enter Provost and Pompey.
Come hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man’s head?
If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a married man, he is his wife’s head, and I can never cut off a woman’s head.Craig1916: 5
Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio and Barnardine. Here is in our prison a common executioner, who in his office lacks a helper: if you will take it on you to assist him, it shall redeem you from your gyves; if not, you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and your deliverance with an unpitied whipping, for you have been a notorious bawd.Craig1916: 15
Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I would be glad to receive some instruction from my fellow partner.
What ho, Abhorson! Where’s Abhorson, there?Craig1916: 21
Do you call, sir?
Sirrah, here’s a fellow will help you to-morrow in your execution. If you think it meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him. He cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.Craig1916: 28
A bawd, sir? Fie upon him! he will discredit our mystery.Edition: current; Page: 
Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale.
Pray, sir, by your good favour—for surely, sir, a good favour you have, but that you have a hanging look,—do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?Craig1916: 36
Ay, sir; a mystery.
Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery: but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hanged, I cannot imagine.
Sir, it is a mystery.Craig1916: 44
Every true man’s apparel fits your thief.
If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so, every true man’s apparel fits your thief.Craig1916: 50
Are you agreed?
Sir, I will serve him; for I do find that your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd, he doth often ask forgiveness.
You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe to-morrow four o’clock.Craig1916: 56
Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
I do desire to learn, sir; and, I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare; for, truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you a good turn.
Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:
[Exeunt Pompey and Abhorson.
The one has my pity; not a jot the other,Craig1916: 64
Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
Look, here’s the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
’Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
Thou must be made immortal. Where’s Barnardine?Craig1916: 68
As fast lock’d up in sleep as guiltless labour
When it lies starkly in the traveller’s bones;
He will not wake.
Who can do good on him?
Well, go; prepare yourself. [Knocking within.] But hark, what noise?—Craig1916: 72
Heaven give your spirits comfort!—[Exit Claudio.] By and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
Enter Duke, disguised as before.
The best and wholesom’st spirits of the nightCraig1916: 76
Envelop you, good provost! Who call’d here of late?
None since the curfew rung.
They will, then, ere’t be long.
What comfort is for Claudio?Craig1916: 80
There’s some in hope.
It is a bitter deputy.
Not so, not so: his life is parallel’d
Even with the stroke and line of his great justice:
He doth with holy abstinence subdueCraig1916: 84
That in himself which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others: were he meal’d with that
Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he’s just.—[Knocking within.] Now are they come.
This is a gentle provost: seldom whenCraig1916: 89
The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.
How now! What noise? That spirit’s possess’d with haste
That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.Craig1916: 92
There he must stay until the officer
Arise to let him in; he is call’d up.
Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
But he must die to-morrow?
None, sir, none.Craig1916: 96
As near the dawning, provost, as it is,
You shall hear more ere morning.
You something know; yet, I believe there comes
No countermand: no such example have we.Craig1916: 100
Besides, upon the very siege of justice,
Lord Angelo hath to the public ear
Profess’d the contrary.
Enter a Messenger.
This is his lordship’s man.
And here comes Claudio’s pardon.Craig1916: 104
[Giving a paper.] My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this further charge, that you swerve not from the smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, or other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it, it is almost day.
I shall obey him.
[Aside.] This is his pardon, purchased by such sinEdition: current; Page: 
For which the pardoner himself is in;Craig1916: 112
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is borne in high authority.
When vice makes mercy, mercy’s so extended,
That for the fault’s love is the offender friended.
Now, sir, what news?Craig1916: 117
I told you; Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.Craig1916: 121
Pray you, let’s hear.
Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnardine. For my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio’s head sent me by five. Let this be duly performed; with a thought that more depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril.
What say you to this, sir?Craig1916: 131
What is that Barnardine who is to be executed this afternoon?
A Bohemian born, but here nursed up and bred; one that is a prisoner nine years old.
How came it that the absent duke had not either delivered him to his liberty or executed him? I have heard it was ever his manner to do so.Craig1916: 139
His friends still wrought reprieves for him; and, indeed, his fact, till now in the government of Lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.
It is now apparent?Craig1916: 144
Most manifest, and not denied by himself.
Hath he borne himself penitently in prison? How seems he to be touched?
A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless of what’s past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.Craig1916: 152
He wants advice.
He will hear none. He hath evermore had the liberty of the prison: give him leave to escape hence, he would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days entirely drunk. We have very oft awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.Craig1916: 160
More of him anon. There is written in your brow, provost, honesty and constancy; if I read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but, in the boldness of my cunning I will lay myself in hazard. Claudio, whom here you have warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the law than Angalo who hath sentenced him. To make you understand this in a manifested effect, I crave but four days’ respite, for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesy.
Pray, sir, in what?Craig1916: 172
In the delaying death.
Alack! how may I do it, having the hour limited, and an express command, under penalty, to deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case as Claudio’s to cross this in the smallest.Craig1916: 178
By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if my instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine be this morning executed, and his head borne to Angelo.
Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.Craig1916: 184
O! death’s a great disguiser, and you may add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his death: you know the course is common. If anything fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead against it with my life.Craig1916: 192
Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.
Were you sworn to the duke or to the deputy?Craig1916: 196
To him, and to his substitutes.
You will think you have made no offence, if the duke avouch the justice of your dealing?Craig1916: 200
But what likelihood is in that?
Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you, sir; here is the hand and seal of the duke: you know the character, I doubt not, and the signet is not strange to you.Craig1916: 209
I know them both.
The contents of this is the return of the duke: you shall anon over-read if at your pleasure, where you shall find within these two days, he will be here. This is a thing that Angelo knows not, for he this very day receives letters of strange tenour; perchance of the duke’s death; perchance, his entering into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how these things should be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardine’s head: I will give him a present shrift and advise him for a better Edition: current; Page:  place. Yet you are amaz’d, but this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it is almost clear dawn.
I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of profession: one would think it were Mistress Overdone’s own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, here’s young Master Rash; he’s in for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, nine-score and seventeen pounds, of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four suits of peach-colour’d satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we young Dizy, and young Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that kill’d lusty Pudding, and Master Forthlight, the tilter, and brave Master Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now ‘for the Lord’s sake.’Craig1916: 21
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged, Master Barnardine.Craig1916: 24
What ho! Barnardine!
[Within.] A pox o’ your throats!
Who makes that noise there? What are you?
Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
[Within.] Away! you rogue, away!
I am sleepy.Craig1916: 32
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards.Craig1916: 36
Go in to him, and fetch him out.
He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?Craig1916: 40
Very ready, sir.
How now, Abhorson! what’s the news with you?
Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant’s come.Craig1916: 46
You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not fitted for’t.
O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hang’d betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.Craig1916: 51
Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do we jest now, think you?
Enter Duke, disguised as before.
Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort you, and pray with you.Craig1916: 56
Friar, not I: I have been drinking hard all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains with billets. I will not consent to die this day, that’s certain.Craig1916: 61
O, sir, you must; and therefore, I beseech you look forward on the journey you shall go.Craig1916: 64
I swear I will not die to-day for any man’s persuasion.
But hear you.
Not a word: if you have anything to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to day.
Unfit to live or die. O, gravel heart!
After him fellows: bring him to the block.Craig1916: 72
[Exeunt Abhorson and Pompey.
Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
A creature unprepar’d, unmeet for death;
And, to transport him in the mind he is
Here in the prison, father,Craig1916: 76
There died this morning of a cruel fever
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
A man of Claudio’s years; his beard and head
Just of his colour. What if we do omitCraig1916: 80
This reprobate till he were well inclin’d,
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
O, ’tis an accident that heaven provides!Craig1916: 84
Dispatch it presently: the hour draws on
Prefix’d by Angelo. See this be done,
And sent according to command, whiles I
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.Craig1916: 88
This shall be done, good father, presently.
But Barnardine must die this afternoon:
And how shall we continue Claudio,
To save me from the danger that might comeCraig1916: 92
If he were known alive?
Let this be done:Edition: current; Page: 
Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio:
Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting
To the under generation, you shall findCraig1916: 96
Your safety manifested.
I am your free dependant.
And send the head to Angelo.
Now will I write letters to Angelo,—Craig1916: 101
The provost, he shall bear them,—whose contents
Shall witness to him I am near at home,
And that, by great injunctions, I am boundCraig1916: 104
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 well-balanc’d form,Craig1916: 108
We shall proceed with Angelo.
Here is the head; I’ll carry it myself.
Convenient is it. Make a swift return,
For I would commune with you of such things
That want no ear but yours.
I’ll make all speed.
[Within.] Peace, ho, be here!
The tongue of Isabel. She’s come to know
If yet her brother’s pardon be come hither;Craig1916: 116
But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
When it is least expected.
Ho! by your leave.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.Craig1916: 120
The better, given me by so holy a man.
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother’s pardon?
He hath releas’d him, Isabel, from the world:
His head is off and sent to Angelo.Craig1916: 124
Nay, but it is not so.
It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter,
In your close patience.
O! I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
You shall not be admitted to his sight.
Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel!
Injurious world! Most damned Angelo!Craig1916: 131
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; nay, dry your eyes:Craig1916: 136
One of our covent, 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,Craig1916: 140
There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom
In that good path that I would wish it go,
And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart,Craig1916: 144
And general honour.
I am directed by you.
This letter then to Friar Peter give;
’Tis that he sent me of the duke’s return:
Say, by this token, I desire his companyCraig1916: 148
At Mariana’s house to-night. Her cause and yours,
I’ll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you
Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self,Craig1916: 152
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,Craig1916: 156
If I pervert your course. Who’s here?
Good even. Friar, where is the provost?
Not within, sir.Craig1916: 160
O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine 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 meal would set me to’t. But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.Craig1916: 172
Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he’s a better woodman than thou takest him for.
Well, you’ll answer this one day.
Fare ye well.Craig1916: 177
Nay, tarry; I’ll go along with thee: I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.Craig1916: 182
I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
Did you such a thing?
Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forswear it: they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.Craig1916: 188
Sir, your company is fairer than honest.
Rest you well.
By my troth, I’ll go with thee to the lane’s end. If bawdy 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.
Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.
In most uneven and distracted manner.
His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and redeliver our authorities there?
I guess not.Craig1916: 8
And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?Craig1916: 12
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.Craig1916: 16
Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim’d:
Betimes i’ the morn I’ll call you at your house;
Give notice to such men of sort and suit
As are to meet him.Craig1916: 20
I shall, sir: fare you well.
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower’d maid,
And by an eminent body that enforc’dCraig1916: 25
The law against it! But that her tender shame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no:Craig1916: 28
For my authority bears so credent bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch:
But it confounds the breather. He should have liv’d,
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,Craig1916: 32
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,Craig1916: 36
Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.
Enter Duke, in his own habit, and Friar Peter.
These letters at fit time deliver me.
The provost knows our purpose and our plot.
The matter being afoot, keep your instruction,
And hold you ever to our special drift,Craig1916: 4
Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,
As cause doth minister. Go call at Flavius’ house,
And tell him where I stay: give the like notice
To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus,Craig1916: 8
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
But send me Flavius first.
It shall be speeded well.
I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste.
Come, we will walk. There’s other of our friends
Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.Craig1916: 13
Enter Isabella and Mariana.
To speak so indirectly I am loath:
I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
That is your part: yet I’m advis’d to do it;
He says, to veil full purpose.
Be rul’d by him.Craig1916: 4
Besides, he tells me that if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse side,
I should not think it strange; for ’tis a physic
That’s bitter to sweet end.Craig1916: 8
I would, Friar Peter—
O, peace! the friar is come.
Enter Friar Peter.
Come; I have found you out a stand most fit,
Where you may have such vantage on the duke,
He shall not pass you. Twice have the trumpets sounded:Craig1916: 12
The generous and gravest citizens
Have hent the gates, and very near upon
The duke is ent’ring: therefore hence, away!
Mariana, veiled, Isabella, and Friar Peter, at their stand. Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, Officers, and Citizens at several doors.
My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
Happy return be to your royal Grace!
Happy return be to your royal Grace!
Many and hearty thankings to you both.Craig1916: 4
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.
You make my bonds still greater.Craig1916: 8
O! your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves, with characters of brass,
A forted residence ’gainst the tooth of timeCraig1916: 12
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subject see, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,Craig1916: 16
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.
Friar Peter and Isabella come forward.
Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d, I’d fain have said, a maid!Craig1916: 21
O worthy prince! dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object
Till you have heard me in my true complaintCraig1916: 24
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!
Relate your wrongs: in what? by whom? Be brief;
Here is Lord Angelo, shall give you justice:
Reveal yourself to him.
O worthy duke!Craig1916: 28
You bid me seek redemption of the devil.
Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believ’d,
Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O, hear me, here!Craig1916: 32
My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm:
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice,—
By course of justice!
And she will speak most bitterly and strange.Craig1916: 36
Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak.
That Angelo’s forsworn, is it not strange?
That Angelo’s a murderer, is’t not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,Craig1916: 40
A hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
Is it not strange, and strange?
Nay, it is ten times strange.
It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange;Craig1916: 44
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
Away with her! poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ’stCraig1916: 48
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch’d with madness. Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike. ’Tis not impossibleCraig1916: 52
But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,Craig1916: 56
Be an arch-villain. Believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he’s nothing; but he’s more,
Had I more name for badness.
By mine honesty,
If she be mad,—as I believe no other,—Craig1916: 60
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e’er I heard in madness.
O gracious duke!
Harp not on that; nor do not banish reasonCraig1916: 64
For inequality; but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
And hide the false seems true.
Many that are not mad
Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?Craig1916: 68
I am the sister of one Claudio,
Condemn’d upon the act of fornication
To lose his head; condemn’d by Angelo.
I, in probation of a sisterhood,Craig1916: 72
Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio
As then the messenger,—
That’s I, an’t like your Grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desir’d her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord AngeloCraig1916: 76
For her poor brother’s pardon.
That’s he indeed.
You were not bid to speak.
No, my good lord;
Nor wish’d to hold my peace.
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Pray you, take note of it; and when you haveCraig1916: 80
A business for yourself, pray heaven you then
I warrant your honour.
The warrant’s for yourself: take heed to it.Craig1916: 84
This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,—
It may be right; but you are in the wrong
To speak before your time. Proceed.
I wentCraig1916: 88
To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
That’s somewhat madly spoken.
The phrase is to the matter.
Mended again: the matter; proceed.
In brief, to set the needless process by,Craig1916: 93
How I persuaded, how I pray’d, and kneel’d,
How he refell’d me, and how I replied,—
For this was of much length,—the vile conclusionCraig1916: 96
I now begin with grief and shame to utter.
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and, after much debatement,Craig1916: 100
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him. But the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother’s head.
This is most likely!Craig1916: 104
O, that it were as like as it is true!
By heaven, fond wretch! thou know’st not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honour
In hateful practice. First, his integrityCraig1916: 108
Stands without blemish; next, it imports no reason
That with such vehemency he should pursue
Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended,
He would have weigh’d thy brother by himself,
And not have cut him off. Some one hath set you on:Craig1916: 113
Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
Thou cam’st here to complain.
And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,Craig1916: 116
Keep me in patience; and, with ripen’d time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
In countenance! Heaven shield your Grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go!Craig1916: 120
I know you’d fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
On him so near us? This needs must be a practice.Craig1916: 124
Who knew of your intent and coming hither?
One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?
My lord, I know him; ’tis a meddling friar;Craig1916: 128
I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord,
For certain words he spake against your Grace
In your retirement, I had swing’d him soundly.
Words against me! This’ a good friar, belike!Craig1916: 132
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,Craig1916: 136
A very scurvy fellow.
Bless’d be your royal Grace!
I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard
Your royal ear abus’d. First, hath this woman
Most wrongfully accus’d your substitute,Craig1916: 140
Who is as free from touch or soil with her,
As she from one ungot.
We did believe no less.
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?
I know him for a man divine and holy;Craig1916: 144
Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
As he’s reported by this gentleman;
And, on my trust, a man that never yet
Did, as he vouches, misreport your Grace.Craig1916: 148
My lord, most villanously; believe it.
Well; he in time may come to clear himself,
But at this instant he is sick, my lord,
Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,Craig1916: 152
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither,
To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true and false; and what he with his oathCraig1916: 156
And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman,
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accus’d,Craig1916: 160
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.
Good friar, let’s hear it.
[Isabella is carried off guarded; and Mariana comes forward.
Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?—
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!Craig1916: 164
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
In this I’ll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.Craig1916: 168
Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.
What, are you married?
No, my lord.
Are you a maid?
No, my lord.
A widow, then?
Neither, my lord.
Are nothing, then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.Craig1916: 176
Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
To prattle for himself.
Well, my lord.
My lord, I do confess I ne’er was married;Craig1916: 180
And I confess besides I am no maid:
I have known my husband yet my husband knows not
That ever he knew me.
He was drunk then my lord: it can be no better.Craig1916: 184
For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
Well, my lord.
This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
Now I come to’t, my lord:Craig1916: 188
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband;
And charges him, my lord, with such a time,
When, I’ll depose, I had him in mine arms,Craig1916: 192
With all th’ effect of love.
Charges she moe than me?
Not that I know.
No? you say your husband.
Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my bodyCraig1916: 197
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.
This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,Craig1916: 201
Which once thou swor’st was worth the looking on:
This is the hand which, with a vow’d contract,
Was fast belock’d in thine: this is the bodyCraig1916: 204
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagin’d person.
Know you this woman?
Carnally, she says.
Sirrah, no more!Craig1916: 208
Enough, my lord.
My lord, I must confess I know this woman;Craig1916: 210
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her, which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition; but, in chief
For that her reputation was disvalu’d
In levity: since which time of five yearsCraig1916: 216
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honour.
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianc’d this man’s wife as stronglyCraig1916: 221
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in ’s garden-house
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,Craig1916: 224
Let me in safety raise me from my knees
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument.
I did but smile till now:
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceiveCraig1916: 229
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on. Let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice out.
Ay, with my heart;Craig1916: 233
And punish them unto your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,Craig1916: 236
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s seal’d in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis deriv’d.Craig1916: 241
There is another friar that set them on;Edition: current; Page: 
Let him be sent for.
Would he were here, my lord; for he indeedCraig1916: 244
Hath set the women on to this complaint:
Your provost knows the place where he abides
And he may fetch him.
Go do it instantly.
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,Craig1916: 250
In any chastisement: I for awhile will leave you;
But stir not you, till you have well determin’d
Upon these slanderers.
My lord, we’ll do it throughly.—
Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?Craig1916: 256
Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the duke.Craig1916: 260
We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and enforce them against him. We shall find this friar a notable fellow.
As any in Vienna, on my word.Craig1916: 264
Call that same Isabel here once again:
I would speak with her. [Exit an Attendant.]
Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I’ll handle her.Craig1916: 268
Not better than he, by her own report.
Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess: perchance, publicly, she’ll be ashamed.
I will go darkly to work with her.Craig1916: 274
That’s the way: for women are light at midnight.
Re-enter Officers with Isabella.
[To Isab.] Come on, mistress: here’s a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.
My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with the provost.
In very good time: speak not you to him, till we call upon you.Craig1916: 282
Enter Duke, disguised as a friar, and Provost.
Come, sir. Did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
How! know you where you are?Craig1916: 288
Respect to your great place! and let the devil
Be sometime honour’d for his burning throne.
Where is the duke? ’tis he should hear me speak.
The duke’s in us, and we will hear you speak:Craig1916: 292
Look you speak justly.
Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls!
Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The duke’s unjust,Craig1916: 297
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain’s mouth
Which here you come to accuse.Craig1916: 300
This is the rascal: this is he I spoke of.
Why, thou unreverend and unhallow’d friar!
Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth,
And in the witness of his proper ear,Craig1916: 305
To call him villain?
And then to glance from him to the duke himself.
To tax him with injustice? take him hence;Craig1916: 308
To the rack with him! We’ll touse you joint by joint,
But we will know his purpose. What! ‘unjust’?
Be not so hot; the duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,Craig1916: 313
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
Made me a looker-on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble
Till it o’er-run the stew: laws for all faults,Craig1916: 317
But faults so countenanc’d, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop,
As much in mock as mark.Craig1916: 320
Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!
What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio?
Is this the man that you did tell us of?
’Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate: do you know me?Craig1916: 325
I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.Craig1916: 328
O! did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Most notedly, sir.
Do you so, sir? And was the duke a flesh-monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?Craig1916: 334
You must, sir, change persons with Edition: current; Page:  me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse.
O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches?
I protest I love the duke as I love myself.Craig1916: 340
Hark how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses!
Such a fellow is not to be talk’d withal.
Away with him to prison! Where is the provost?Craig1916: 344
Away with him to prison! Lay bolts enough on him, let him speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and with the other confederate companion!Craig1916: 348
[The Provost lays hands on the Duke.
Stay, sir; stay awhile.
What! resists he? Help him, Lucio.
Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh! sir. Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you! show your sheepbiting face, and be hanged an hour! Will’t not off?Craig1916: 356
[Pulls off the friar’s hood, and discovers the Duke.]
Thou art the first knave that e’er made a duke.
First, provost, let me bail these gentle three.
[To Lucio.] Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.Craig1916: 360
This may prove worse than hanging.
[To Escalus.] What you have spoke I pardon; sit you down:
We’ll borrow place of him. [To Angelo.] Sir, by your leave.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,Craig1916: 364
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.
O my dread lord!
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,Craig1916: 368
To think I can be undiscernible
When I perceive your Grace, like power divine,
Hath look’d upon my passes. Then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,Craig1916: 372
But let my trial be mine own confession:
Immediate sentence then and sequent death
Is all the grace I beg.
Come hither, Mariana,
Say, wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?
I was, my lord.Craig1916: 377
Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
[Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Friar Peter, and Provost.
My lord, I am more amaz’d at his dishonourCraig1916: 381
Than at the strangeness of it.
Come hither, Isabel.
Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,Craig1916: 384
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorney’d at your service.
O, give me pardon,
That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty!
You are pardon’d, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.Craig1916: 389
Your brother’s death, I know, sits at your heart;
And you may marvel why I obscur’d myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid!
It was the swift celerity of his death,Craig1916: 395
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain’d my purpose: but, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
I do, my lord.Craig1916: 400
Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Friar Peter, and Provost.
For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well-defended honour, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake. But as he adjudg’d your brother,—Craig1916: 404
Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach,
Thereon dependent, for your brother’s life,—
The very mercy of the law cries outCraig1916: 408
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
‘An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!’
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure,
Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure.Craig1916: 412
Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested,
Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop’d to death, and with like haste.Craig1916: 416
Away with him!
O, my most gracious lord!Edition: current; Page: 
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
It is your husband mock’d you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,Craig1916: 420
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life
And choke your good to come. For his possessions,
Although by confiscation they are ours,Craig1916: 424
We do instate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.
O my dear lord!
I crave no other, nor no better man.
Never crave him; we are definitive.Craig1916: 428
[Kneeling.] Gentle my liege,—
You do but lose your labour.
Away with him to death! [To Lucio.] Now, sir, to you.
O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part:
Lend me your knees, and, all my life to come,
I’ll lend you all my life to do you service,Craig1916: 433
Against all sense you do importune her:
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me:
Hold up your hands, say nothing, I’ll speak all.
They say best men are moulded out of faults,Craig1916: 440
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O, Isabel! will you not lend a knee?Craig1916: 443
He dies for Claudio’s death.
[Kneeling.] Most bounteous sir,
Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d,
As if my brother liv’d. I partly think
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
Till he did look on me: since it is so,Craig1916: 448
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
In that he did the thing for which he died:
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent;Craig1916: 452
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way. Thoughts are no subjects;
Intents but merely thoughts.
Merely, my lord.
Your suit’s unprofitable: stand up, I say.Craig1916: 456
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?
It was commanded so.
Had you a special warrant for the deed?Craig1916: 460
No, my good lord; it was by private message.
For which I do discharge you of your office:
Give up your keys.
Pardon me, noble lord:
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not,Craig1916: 464
Yet did repent me, after more advice;
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
That should by private order else have died
I have reserv’d alive.
His name is Barnardine.
I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
Go, fetch him hither: let me look upon him.
I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear’d,Craig1916: 472
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood,
And lack of temper’d judgment afterward.
I am sorry that such sorrow I procure;
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heartCraig1916: 476
That I crave death more willingly than mercy:
’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
Re-enter Provost, with Barnardine, Claudio muffled, and Juliet.
Which is that Barnardine?
This, my lord.
There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,
That apprehends no further than this world,Craig1916: 482
And squar’st thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d:
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all,Craig1916: 484
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him:
I leave him to your hand.—What muffled fellow’s that?
This is another prisoner that I sav’d,
That should have died when Claudio lost his head,Craig1916: 489
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
[To Isabella.] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon’d; and, for your lovely sakeCraig1916: 492
Give me your hand and say you will be mine,
He is my brother too. But fitter time for that.
By this, Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe:
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.Craig1916: 496
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.—
I find an apt remission in myself,
And yet here’s one in place I cannot pardon.—Edition: current; Page: 
[To Lucio.] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,Craig1916: 501
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman:
Wherein have I so deserv’d of you,
That you extol me thus?Craig1916: 504
’Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I had rather it would please you I might be whipped.Craig1916: 508
Whipp’d first, sir, and hang’d after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city,
If any woman’s wrong’d by this lewd fellow,—
As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child, let her appear,Craig1916: 513
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipp’d and hang’d.
I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore. Your highness said even now, I made you a duke: good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold.
Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.Craig1916: 520
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison,
And see our pleasure herein executed.
Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging.Craig1916: 525
Slandering a prince deserves it.
She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! love her, Angelo:Craig1916: 528
I have confess’d her and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness:
There’s more behind that is more gratulate.
Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy;Craig1916: 532
We shall employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s:
The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,Craig1916: 536
I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
So, bring us to our palace; where we’ll showCraig1916: 540
What’s yet behind, that’s meet you all should know.