Give us fome feats; come, cousin Angelo, (29)
In this I will be partial: be you judge

Of your own caufe. Is this the witness, Friar ?.
[Ifabella is carried off, guarded.

Enter Mariana veiled.

First, let her fhew her face; and after, speak.
Mari. Pardon, my Lord, I will not fhew my face,
Until my hufband 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, Lord.

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Duke. Why, are you nothing then? neither maid, widow, nor wife?

Lucia. 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 to prattle for himself.

Lucio. Well, my Lord,

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Mari. My Lord, I do confefs, I ne'er was marry'd; And, I confefs befides, I am no maid;

I've known my husband; yet my husband knows not, That ever he knew me.

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come, coufin Angelo,

In this I'll be impartial: be you judge

Of your own caufe] Surely, this Duke had odd notions of impartiality; to profefs it, and then commit the decifion of a caufe to the perfon accus'd of being the criminal. He talks much more rationally on this affair, when he speaks in the character of the Friar. The Duke's unjust,

Thus to retort your manifeft appeal;

And put your trial in the villain's mouth,
Which here you come t' accufer-

I think, there needs no ftronger authority to convince, that the Poet muft have wrote as I have corrected;

In this I will be partial;

Lucie.

Lucio. He was drunk then, my Lord; it can be no

better.

Duke. For the benefit of filence, would thou wert sø

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;
And charges him, my Lord, with fuch a time.
When I'll depofe I had him in mine arms,
With all th' effect of love.

Ang. Charges the 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 fabel'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:
This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract,
Was faft belock'd in thine: this is the body,

That took away the match from Isabel;

And did fupply thee at thy garden-house

In her imagin'd perfon

Duke. Know you this woman?

Lucio. Carnally, the fays.

Duke. Sirrah, no more.

Lucio. Enough, my Lord.

Ang. My Lord, I must confefs, I know this woman; And five years fince there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,

Partly, for that her promised proportions
Came fhort of compofition; but, in chief,
For that her reputation was dif-valu'd
In levity: fince which time of five years
VOL. I.

I never

I never fpake with her, faw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honour.st 144

Lov svral NVI Mari. Noble Prince, sbord gladi mogu bs As there comes light from heav'n, and words from 500 breath, 15.1 word wov por fon bib As there is fenfe in truth, and truth in virtue,odlah 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's garden-houle, auons! zvonsi He knew me as a wife; as this is true, Let me in fafety raise me from my knees; bas graos Or elfe for ever be confixed here,ollat elderon a koITÉ A marble monument.ne marts4 gi vas A. J

EgAng. I did but fimile 'till Known is 2.4.
Now, good my Lord, give me the fcope of justice;
My patience here is touch'd; I do perceive, noilea
Thefe poor informal women are no more

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But inftruments of fome more mightier member,
That fets them on. Let me have way, my Lord,
To find this practice out tool blood sul giant
Duke. Ay, with my heart; bounds sa isa
And punish them unto your height of pleasure.

Lay me and thou pernicious woman, te

Compact with her that's gone; think'ft thou, thy eaths, Tho' they would fwear down each particular faint, - Were teftimonies gainft his worth and credit,

That's feal'd in approbation? You, Lord Efcalus 915
Sit with my coufin; lend him your kind pains S
To find out this abufe, whencer'tis deriv'd.In 2b.st
There is another Friar, that fet them on Jord
Let him be fent for.
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Peter Would he were here, my Lord; for he, indeed,
Hath fet the women on to this complaint his sw
Your Provost knows the place, where he abides.
And he may fetch him. b 12 mol Ada
Dukes Go, do it inftantly. i nurh brod 1o3nsh
And you, my noble and well-warranted confin, Ɑ
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth;53
Do with your injuries, as feems you be,

In any chaftifement: for a while di sang? 979 I
Will leave you; but stir not you,"
'till you have well!
Determined upon thefe flanderers. £oldo 4 &[Exit.

Efeat. My Lord, we'll do it throughly. Signior Laia, did not you fay, you knew that Friar Lodovick to be a difhoneft perfona bu duart me stab a stod ¿Á

Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honest in nothing, but in his cloaths and one that hath fpokea mot vålanous fpeeches of the Duke.sal origin valp!P d

cal. We mall intreat you to abide here till he come, and inforce them against him; we shall find this Friar a notable fellow on bozanoo od tavs set alɔ YO

Lucia. As any in Vienna, on my word, om eldham A Efcal. Call that fame label here once again : I would fpeak with her pray you, my Lord, give me leave to Speak with her pray queftion; you hall fee how I'll handle her inqvi Lucio. Not better than he, by her own reported

Efcal Say you fing,m sical Quel to come flu und Lucio. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, the fhould fooner confefs; perchance, publickly fhe'll be afham'd.

Enter Duke in the Friar'; Habit, and Provost, Ifabella is brought in. ved dilw faqmo

Efeal. I will go darkly to work with her on fod Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at mid, night.

Efcal. Come on, miftrefs: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have faid. pinde cudi suo but o? Lucio. My Lordy here comes the rafcal afpoke of here with the Provoft. .10) insì od mid 191 beplEfcah In very good time fpeak not you to him, 'till' we call upon you,oo did of ne namun or a disl

Lucia Mum.

Efcal. Come, Sir, did your fet thefe women on to flander Lord Angelo they have confefs'd you did. Duke, 'Tis falfe,v-d97 Dan ollow per jag bed Efcale How to know you where you are 21 mod Duke. Refpect to your great place; and let the devil,

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Be fometime honour'd for his burning throne. Derud Where is the Duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.joy Efcal. The Duke's in us; and we will hear you speak : Look, you fpeak juftly.

Duke Boldly, at leaf. But, oh, poor fouls,,NOMI Come you to feek the lamb here of the fox

Good night to your redress is the Duke gone P
Then is your caufe gone too. The Duke's unjust, cog'
Thus to retort your manifeft appeal joint

And put your trial in the villain's mouth,
Which here you come to accufe. no

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Lucio. This is the rafcal; this is he, tofpoke of. Efeal. Why, thou unrev'rend and unhallowld. Eriaz, Is't not enough thou haft fuborn'd thefe women .. T'accufe this worthy man, but with foul mouth, ad And in the witnefs of his proper ear, o end di To call him villain and then glance from him To th' Duke himfelf, to tax him with injuftice t Take him hence; to th' rack with him; we'll touże you Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose:. What unjustN ALAY SE Səlam. YsdW

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Duke. Be not fo hot; the Duke dare no more stretch This finger of mine, than he dare rack his own His fubject am I not,pra 16g wad fyu Nor here provincial; my business in this flate Made me a looker on here in Kienna; Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, "Till it o'er ran the few laws, for all faults; But faulis. fo countenane'd, that the ftrong ftatutes, 147 Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,s 95 ton 25302 As much in mock as mark.ba 7003 bioD Revid BnM Efcal. Slander to thriftate away with him to prison. Ang What can you vouch against him, figniór Lucio? Is this the man, that you did tell us of? Lucio. 'Tis he, my Lord. bald-pate;

Do you know me? nud

Come hither, goodman'

Duke. I remember you, Sir, by the found cof your voice. I met you at the prison in the absence of the Duke.

Lucia

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