ftay with him may not be long; that the time may have all fhadow and filence in it; and the place answer to convenience this being granted in courfe, now follows all. We fhall advise this wronged maid to ftead up your appointment, go in your place; if the encounter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may compel him to her recompence and here, by this, is your brother faved, your honour untainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and the corrupt deputy 'fcaled. 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?

Ijab. The image of it gives me content already; and, I truft, it will grow to a most profperous perfection.

Duke. It lies much in your holding up: Hafte you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he intreat you to his bed, give him promife of fatisfaction. I will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated 'grange refides this dejected Mariana at that place call upon me; and dispatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly.

Ifab. I thank you for this comfort: Fare you well, good [Exeunt feverally.

father.

SCENE II.

The Street.

Re-enter Duke as a Friar, Elbow, Clown, and Officers.

Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and fell men and women like beasts, we

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fealed.]-difcovered, caught, taken as by a scalade.

grange]-a lone houfe, a granary.

"this is Venice,

"My house is not a grange."

OTHELLO, A&t I, S. 1. Bra.

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fhall have all the world drink brown and white baftard. Duke. Oh, heavens! what stuff is here?

Clown. 'Twas never merry world, fince, of two ufuries, the merriest was put down, and the worfer allow'd by order of law a "furr'd gown to keep him warm; and furr'd with fox on lamb-skins too, to fignify, that craft, being richer than innocency, ftands for the facing.

Elb. Come you way, fir :-Biefs you, good father friar, Duke. And you, good brother father: What offence hath this man made you, fir?

Elb. Marry, fir, he hath offended the law; and, fir, we take him to be a thief too, fir; for we have found upon him, fir, a ftrange pick-lock, which we have fent to the deputy.

Duke. Fie, firrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd!
The evil that thou causeft to be done,

That is thy means to live: Do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or cloath a back,
From fuch a filthy vice: fay to thyself,—
From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canft thou believe thy living is a life,

So ftinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend.

Clown. Indeed, it does ftink in fome fort, fir; but yet, fir, I would prove――

Duke. Nay, if the devil hath given thee proofs for fin, Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prifon, officer; Correction and inftruction must both work,

Ere this rude beaft will profit.

Elb. He must before the deputy, fir; he has given him

brown and white baftard.]—a fort of sweet wine.

furies,]-uferers-bawd and magiftrate-law and lechery. "furr'd gown]-alluding to the drefs of its chief ministers * brother father :]-a fit anfwer to father friar, which is ftrictly father brother.

warning:

warning the deputy cannot abide a whore-master: if he be a whore-monger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.

Duke. That we were all, as fome would feem to be, * Free from all faults, as from faults feeming free!

Enter-Lucio.

Elb. His neck will come to your waift, a cord, fir. Clown. I fpy comfort; I cry, bail: here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine.

Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? what, at the heels of Cæfar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pigmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd? what reply? ha? what fay't thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't not drown'd i' the laft rain? ha? what fay'ft thou to't? is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? is it fad, and few words? or how? the trick of it?

Duke. Still thus, and thus! ftill worfe!

Lucio. How doth my dear morfel, thy mistress? pròcures fhe ftill? ha?

Clown. Troth, fir, fhe hath eaten up all her beef, and fhe is herself in the tub.

Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be fo: ever your fresh whore, and your powder'd bawd:

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your waist,]-your girdle-he'll come to be hanged.

Pigmalion's images, newly made woman,]-no women, as fresh as that, when firft it became flesh.

to this tune, matter, and method?]-to a ready money customer (chinking his purfe in Pompey's ear.)

Is not the world drown'd-what fay'ft thou, trot?

Which is the way? &c.]-Which is the mode now most in vogue? in the tub.]-the powdering tub.

"feafon the flaves

"For tubs and baths."

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an unfhunn'd confequence; it must be fo: Art going to prison, Pompey?

Clown. Yes, faith, fir.

Lucio. Why 'tis not amifs, Pompey: farewell: go; fay, I fent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how? Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

Lucio. Well, then imprison him: if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: Bawd is he, doubtlefs, 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.

Clown. I hope, fir, your good worship will be my bail. Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not 'the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to encrease your bondage: you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more: Adieu, trufty Pompey.-Bless you, friar.

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Duke. And you.

Lucio. Does Bridget paint ftill, Pompey? ha?

Elb. Come your ways, fir; come.

Clown. You will not bail me then, fir?

Lucio. Then, Pompey, nor now.-What news abroad,

friar? what news?

Elb. Come your ways, fir, come.

Lucio. Go,-to kennel, Pompey,-go:

[Exeunt Elbow, Clown and Officers.

What news, friar, of the duke?

Duke. I know none; Can you tell me of any?

Lucio. Some fay, he is with the emperor of Ruffia : other fome, he is in Rome: But where is he, think you? Duke. I know not where: but wherefoever, I wish him well.

Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to steal from the state, and ufurp the beggary he was never born

the wear.]-the fashion.

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to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his abfence; he puts tranfgreffion to't.

Duke. He does well in't.

Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him; fomething too crabbed that way, friar.

Duke. It is too general a vice, and feverity must cure it. Lucio. Yes, in good footh, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well ally'd: but it is impoffible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They fay, this Angelo was not made by man and woman, after the downright way of creation; Is it true, think you? Duke. How fhould he be made then?

Lucio. Some report, a fea-maid spawn'd him :-fome, that he was begot between two ftock-fishes :-But it is certain, that when he makes water, his urine is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible.

Duke. You are pleasant, fir; and speak apace,

Lucio. 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 abfent, have done this? ere he would have hang'd a man for the getting a hundred baftards, he would have paid for the nurfing a thousand: he had fome feeling of the fport; he knew the fervice, and that inftructed him to mercy.

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Duke. I never heard the abfent duke much detected for women; he was not inclin'd that

way.

Lucio. Oh, fir, you are deceiv'd.

Duke. 'Tis not poffible.

Lucio. Who? not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; —and his use was, to put a ducket in her clackdish: the

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clackdif]-a wooden difh with a cover, ufed by beggars formerly, and clapt to fhew its emptiness.

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