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Duke. You thuft, Sir, change perfons with inebere you make that my report you fpoke fo of him, and much more, much worfe. Aslinam 100y 110131 of endT Lucio, Oh thou damnable fellow! did not dupluck thee by the nofe, for thy fpeechesion now oreil dold Duke. I proteft, I love the Duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treafonable abuses.mode) And nods dguone ton 1'

Efcal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal away with him to prifon: where is the Prouft? away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon him let him fpeak no more away with thofe giglets, too, and with the other confederate companion. air Duke. Stay, Sir, iftay a while. w and autot ad tavol Ang. What! refifts he? help him, Lúciacin

Lucio. Come, Sir; come, Sir, come, Sir; fób, Sir; why you bald-pated lying rascal; you must: ber hooded, muft you? fhow your knave's vifage, with a pox to you; fhow your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour: will't not off Pain

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I fhould be guiltier than my guiltinefs,
To think I can be undiscernable;

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When I perceive your Grace, like pow'r divine,
Hath look'd upon my paffes: then, good Prince,
No longer fellion hold upon my fhame,ob-low Too?
But let my trial be mine own confesion:
Immediate fentence then, and fequent death,

Is all the grace I beg.

Duke. Come hither, Mariana: man aqub mosient Say; waft thou e'er contracted to this woman Ang. I was, my Lord,

Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her inftantly Do you the office, Friar; which confummate, SAF Return him here again: go with him, Provoob I [Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provolt, Efcal. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonours Than at the strangeness of it." Duke. Come hither, jabel; Your Friar is now your Prince Advertising, and holy to your business, O Not changing heart with habit, I am till pay so I Attornied at your fervice. bad oyalıl almal Ijab. Oh, give me pardon, geteld of gaitastro That I, your vaffal, have employ'd and pain doodt I Your unknown fovereignty. worded tadt no

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Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel, tway khono bri And now, dear maid, be you as free to usi yo todo. A Your brother's death, I know, fits at your heart;s W And you may marvel, why I obfcur'd myfelf, adol Labouring to fave his life; and would not rather Make rath remonftrance of my hidden, power,97&T) 1^ Than let him be fo left: Oh, most kind maid,& It was the fwift celerity of his death,

Which, I did think, with flower foot came on, I

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That life is better life, paft fearing death, l Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort; So happy is your brothers, all que fa dog basi 117

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bod oseb, ut erh Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provo Fab. I do, my Lord daatsoliban od aco I did, oT Duke. For this new-marry'd man, approaching, here Whofe falt imagination yet hath wrongd dool dist Your well-defended honour, you must pardon o ok. For Mariana's fake but as he adjudg'd your brother Being criminal, in double violation

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Of facred chastity, and of promise breach, sd: Ha ei
Thereon dependant for your brother's life, d
The very mercy of the law cries out o uodi flaw :762
Moft audible, even from his proper tongue,
An Angelo for Glaudio's death for deathing of such
Hafte ftill pays halte, and leifure anfwers leifure
Like doth quit like, and Measure fill for Measure. A
Then, Angelo, thy faults are manifefted.
Which tho' thou would't deny, denies thee vantage..
We do condemn thee to the very block, dis and T
Where Claudio ftoop'd to death; and with like hafte;.
Away with him..as sonin toy won et al 1007
Mari. Oh, my moft gracious Lord,squilinovba.
I hope, you will not mock me with a husband ?0
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
Confenting to the fafeguard of your honour, da
I thought your marriage fit; elfe imputation, 16
For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choak your good to come for his poffeffions,
Altho' by 'confifcation they are ours, 1850 won bak.
We do enftate and widow you withal, a mod mov
To buy you a better husband, vism yoız noy baA.
Mari Oh, my dear Lord, eid sxsl of galuodnj
I crave no other, nor no better man ojet D1,91..
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive
Mari. Gentle, my Liege eiso Jiw! pri usw of
Duke You do but lose your labourg bib 3 doid 78
Away with him to death. Now, Sir, to you. T

Mari. Oh, my good Lord, Sweet label, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come

I'll lend you all my life, to do you ferviced. Duks

Mari. fabel, gold mid t Sweet Ifabel, do yet Bat kaler by mex) Hold up your hands, fay nothing peak alloy A ll mode They fay, beft men are moulded out of faults node And, for the moft, become much more the better ba For being a little bad: To may my husband. Oh, Isabel! will you not lend a knee? Sur qasb of baA Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. ib svs I sd1' Ifab. Moft bounteous

Duke. What's he?

Prov. His name i is Barnardine.

Duke. I would, thou had't done fo by Claudio: Go, fetch kim hither; let me look upon him. (30) Efcal. I'm forry, one fo learned and fo wife

Should Lord Angelo, have ftill appear'd,

Should flip fo grofsly both in heat of blood,
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

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Ang. I'm forry, that fuch forrow I procure 3d o
And fo deep fticks it in my penitent heart,
That I crave death more willingly than mercy
'Tis my deferving, and I do intreat it.

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Duke. Which is s that Barnardine?

Prov. This, my Lord.

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Duke. There was a Friar told of this man: Sirrah, thou're faid to have a ftubborn foul, That apprehends no further than this world; And fquar ft thy life accordingly thou'rt condemn'd; But for thofe earthly faults, I quit them all so sri I pray thee, take this mercy to provide

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For better times to come: Friar, advise him;

I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that?
Prov. This is another prifoner, that I fav'd

Who should have dy'd when Claudio loft his head;
As like almoft to Claudio, as himself.

Duke. If he be like your brother, for his fake
Is he pardon'd; and for your lovely fake,

Give me your han
hand, and fay, you

will be mine,

He is my brother too;
brother too; but fitter time for that,

(30) Go, fetch bìm hither :--- -] The introducing Barnardine here, is, feemingly a matter of no confequence; as he is no perfon concern'd in the action of th Play, nor directly aiding to the Dengue ment, as the French it, of the plot: but, to our Poet's praise, let me obferve, that it is not done without double art; it gives a handle for the discovery of Claudio being alive, and so heightens the furprize; and, at the fame time, by the pardon of Barnardine, gives al Ane opportunity of making the Duke's character more amiable, both for mercy, and virtue.

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