Ifab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Duke. A ghoftly father, belike: Who knows that Lodowick? Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a medling friar; In your retirement, I had fwing'd him foundly. Against our substitute !-Let this friar be found. Lucio. But yefternight, my lord, fhe and that friar Peter. Bleffed be your royal grace! I have ftood by, my lord, and I have heard Who is as free from touch or foil with her, As fhe from one ungot. Duke. We did believe no lefs. Know you that friar Lodowick, which she speaks of? As he's reported by this gentleman; And, on my truft, a man that never yet Did, as he vouches, mifreport your grace. Lucio. My lord, most villainously; believe it. Peter. Well, he in time may come to clear himself; But at this inftant he is fick, my lord. m Of a strange fever: Upon his " mere request, 1 a temporary medler,]-a medler in fecular matters. mere]-abfolute, earnest. Το To fpeak, as from his mouth, what he doth know So vulgarly and perfonally accus'd) Duke. Good friar, let's hear it. Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo?O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools!— Give us fome feats.-Come, coufin Angelo; In this I will be impartial; be you judge your own caufe.-Is this the witnefs, friar? [Ifabella is carried off, guarded. Of Enter Mariana, veil'd. First, let her fhew her face; and, after, fpeak. Until my husband bid me. Duke. What, are you marry'd? Mari. No, my lord. Duke. Are you a maid? Mari. No, my lord. Duke. A widow then? Mari. Neither, my lord. Duke. Why you are nothing then :— Neither maid, widow, nor wife? Lucio. My lord, fhe may be a punk; for many of them Are neither maid, widow, nor wife. Duke. Silence that fellow: I would, he had fome caufe vulgarly-grofsly. Pimpartial;]-very partial (im ufed intenfively) partial. A a 2 Mari. Mari. My lord, I do confefs, I ne'er was marry'd; And, I confefs, befides, I am no maid: I have known my husband; yet my husband knows not, That ever he knew me. Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be no better. Duke. For the benefit of filence, 'would thou wert so too. Lucio. Well, my lord. Duke. This is no witnefs for lord Angelo. Mari. Now I come to't, my lord: She, that accufes him of fornication, In felf fame manner doth accuse my husband; Ang. Charges fhe more than me? Mari. Not that I know. Duke. No? you fay, your husband. [To Mariana. Mari. Why, juft, my lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, But knows, he thinks, that he knows Ifabel's. Ang. This is a ftrange' abufe:-Let's fee thy face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. [Unveiling. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Which, once thou fwor'ft, was worth the looking on: Was faft belock'd in thine: this is the body, That took away the match from Ifabel, In her imagin'd person.. Duke. Know you this woman? a for]-as to, with refpect to, touching. г smatch]-affignation. Duke. Duke. Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Enough, my lord. Ang. My lord, I must confefs, I know this woman; And, five years fince, there was fome fpeech of marriage Betwixt myself and her : which was broke off, t Partly, for that her promised proportions Came short of "compofition; but, in chief, I never fpake with her, faw her, nor heard from her, Mari. Noble prince, As there comes light from heaven, and words from breath, As there is fenfe in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, But tuesday night laft gone, in his garden-house, He knew me as a wife: As this is true, Let me in fafety raise me from my knees; Or else for ever be confixed here, A marble monument! Ang. I did but fmile 'till now; Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; W Thefe poor informal women are no more But inftruments of fome more mightier member, To find this practice out. Duke. Ay, with my heart; And punish them unto your height of pleasure.- W u proportions]-fortune, dowry. compofition;]-the fum ftipulated. informal-infane, incompetent, witneffes. A a 3 Though Though they would fwear down each particular faint, * That's feal'd in approbation?--You, lord Escalus, Let him be sent for. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, indeed, Hath fet the women on to this complaint: Your provost knows the place where he abides, Duke. Go, do it inftantly. And you, my noble and well-warranted coufin, y Do with your injuries as feems you best, In any chastisement: I for a while Will leave you; ftir not you, till you have well [Exit Efcal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.-Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person ? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honeft in nothing, but in his cloaths; and one that hath spoke most villainous fpeeches of the duke. Efcal. We fhall intreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: We fhall find this friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Efcal. Call that fame Ifabel here once again; I would speak with her: Pray you, my lord, give me leave to queftion; you fhall fee how I'll handle her. That's feal'd in approbation?]-That hath received the public stamp. I hear this matter forth,]-investigate, search it to the bottom. enforce]-witness. |