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you, Efcal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it fome time: You fay, feven years together?

quainted with tapfters; they will draw
master Froth, and you will hang them: Get you
gone, and let me hear no more of you.

Froth. I thank your worthip: For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.

Elb. And a half, fir.

Efcal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! they do you wrong to put you fo oft upon 't: Are there Efcal. Well; no more of it, mafter Froth :-not men in your ward fufficient to ferve it? Farewell. Come you hither to me, master tapster; what's your name, mafter tapfter?

Chwr. Pompey.
Efcal. What elfe?

Clown. Bum, fir.

Ffcal. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; fo that, in the beaftlieft fenfe, you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howfoever you colour it in being tapfter; Are you not? Come, tell me true; it fhall be the better for you.

Clown. Truly, fir, I am a poor fellow that would live.

Eib. Faith, fir, few of any wit in fuch matters: as they are chofen, they are glad to chufe me for them; I do it for fome piece of money, and go through with all.

Ejcal. Look you, bring me in the names of some
fix or seven, the moft fufficient of your parish.
Elb. To your worship's houte, fir?
Ejcal. To my houfe: Fare you well.
What's a clock, think you?

Fut. Eleven, fir.

Ejcal. I pray you, home to dinner with me.
Just. I humbly thank you.

Fjal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio:

Efcal. How would you live, Pompey? by be-But there's no remedy. ing a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey is it a lawful trade?

Clown. If the law will allow it, fir.

Ffcal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it fhall not be allowed in Vienna.

Clown. Does your worthip mean to geld and spay all the youth in the city?

Efcal. No, Pompey.

Clown. Truly, fir, in my poor opinion, they will to 't then: If your worthip will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

Eftal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you it is but heading and hanging.

Clown. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commiffion for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten years, I'll rent the fairest houfe in it, after three-pence a bay 2: If you live to fee this come to pass, fay, Pompey told you fo.

Efcal. Thank you, good Pompey; and in requital of your prophecy, hak you,-I advife you, let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatfoever, no, not for dwelling where you do; if I do, Pompey, I fhall beat you to your tent, and prove a fhrewd Cæfar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I fhall have you whipt: fo, for this time, Pompey, fare you well.

Juft. Lord Angelo is fevere.

Ffcal. It is but needful:

Mercy is not itfelf, that oft looks fo;
Pardon is ftill the nurfe of fecond woe:
But yet,-Poor Claudio!-There's no remedy.
Come, fir.
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Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost?
Prov. Is it your will Claudio fhall die to-morrow?
Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order ?
Why doft thou afk again?

Prov. Left I might be too rafh:
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Ang. Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,

Clown. I thank your worship for your good coun-And you fhall well be spar'd.
fel; but I fhall follow it, as the fleth and fortune
fhall better determine.

Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade; The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. [Exit. Efcal. Come hither to me, mafter Elbow; come hither, mafter conftable. How long have you been in this place of conftable?

Ill. Seven year and a half, fir.

Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.-
What fhall be done, fir, with the groaning Juliet
She's very near her hour.

dag. Difpofe of her

To fome more fitting place; and that with speed.
Re-enter Servant.

Serv. Here is the fifter of the man condemn'd,
Defires access to you.

1 Draw includes here a variety of fenfes. As it refers to the tapfter, it means, to drain, to empty; In Froth's anfwer, it imports as it refers to hang, it implies to be conveyed to execution on a hurdle.

the fame as to bring along by fome motive or power. 2 Dr. Johnfon fays, a bay of building is, in many parts of England, a common term, for the fpace between the main beams of the roof; fo that a barn crofled twice with beams is a barn of three bays. In Staffordinire, it is applied to the two open fpaces of a barn on each fide the threshing-floor. Ang.

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Would not have been so stern.

Ang. Pray you, be gone.

Ifab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Ifabel! fhould it then be thus?

Arg. Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,

See you, the fornicatrefs be remov'd;

Let her have needful, but not lavish means;

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And what a prifoner.

Lucio. [Afide.] Ay, touch him: there's the vein, Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,

And you but waste your words.

Ifab. Alas! alas!

Ang. Stay yet a while. [To Ifab.] You are wel- Why, all the fouls that were 2, were forfeit once;

come: What's your will?

Ifab. I am a woeful fuitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.

Ang. Well; what's your fuit?

Ifab. There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most defire should meet the blow of juftice: For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

Ang. Well; the matter?

Ifab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
I do befeech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.

Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces!
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done:
Mine were the very cypher of a function,
To find the faults, whofe fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.

Ifab. O juft, but severe law!

I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! Lucio. [To Ifab.] Give 't not o'er fo: to him again, intreat him;

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; You are too cold: if you fhould need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue defire it: To him, I fay.

Ifab. Muft he needs die?

Arg. Maiden, no remedy.

Ifab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Ang. I will not do't.

ab. But can you, if you would?

ing. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Ijab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,

If fo your heart were touch'd with that remorfe I As mine is to him?

[To Ifabel.

Ang. He's fentenc'd; 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold.
Ifab. Too late? why, no; I, that do fpeak 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 fword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half fo good a grace,
As mercy does.

If he had been as you, and you as he,
You would have flipt, like him; but he, like you,

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, should
But judge you, as you are? Oh, think on that,
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made 3.

Ang. Be you content, fair maid;

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

It should be thus with him; he must die to-morrow. Ifab. To-morrow? Oh, that's fudden! Spare him, fpare him;

He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens
We kill the fowl, of season; shall we ferve heaven
With less respect than we do minister
To our grofs felves? Good, good my lord, bethink you;
Who is it that hath died for this offence?
There's many have committed it.

Lucio. Ay, well faid.

Ang. The law hath not been dead, tho' it hath flept: Thofe many had not dar'd to do that evil, If the firit man, that did the edict infringe, Had anfwer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass 4 that fhews what future evils, (Either now, or by remiffness new-conceiv'd, And fo in progrefs to be hatch'd and born) Are now to have no fucceffive degrees, But, ere they live, to end.

Ifab. Yet fhew some pity.

Ang. I fhew it most of all, when I fhew justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a difmifs'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that, anfwering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be fatisfy'd; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.

Ifab. So you must be the firft, that gives this fenAnd he, that fuffers: Oh, it is excellent [tence; To have a giant's ftrength; but it is tyrannous, To ufe it like a giant.

Lucio. That's well faid.

Ifab. Could great men thunder

As Jove himfelf does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting 5, petty officer [thunderWould ufe his heaven for thunder; nothing but Merciful heaven!

Thou rather with thy fharp and fulphurous bolt Split'ft the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the foft myrtle: O, but man! proud man,

I That is, pity. 2 Perhaps we ought to read are. 3 Meaning, that he would be quite another man. This alludes to the fopperies of the berril, much ufed at that time by cheats and fortunetellers to predict by. 5 Paltry. That is, knotted.

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(Dreft in a little brief authority;

Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd,
His glatty eifence) like an angry are,
Plays fuch fantaftick tricks before high heaven,

As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal §.

That lying by the violet in the fun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous feafon. Can it be,

That modefty may more betray our fense [nough,
Than woman's lightnefs having wafte ground e-
Shall we defire to raze the fanctuary,

Lucio. Oh, to him, to him, wench; he will relent; And pitch our evils there? Oh, fie, fie, fie!
He's coming; I perceive 't.

Prov. Pray heaven. The win him!

Ijab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jeit with faints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the lefs, foul profanation.

Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o' that. Ifab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Which in the folder is flat blafphemy.

Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on 't.
Ang. Why do you put these fayings upon me?
Ifab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

That fkins the vice o' the top: Go to your bofom;
Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault: if it confefs
A natural guiltinefs, fuch as is his,

Let it not found a thought upon your tongue
Against my brother's life.

Ang. [fide. She speaks, and 'tis

Such fenfe, that my fenfe breeds with it. [To Ifab. you well.

Fare

Ifab. Gentle, my lord, turn back.

What doft thou, or what art thou, Angelo?
Doft thou defire her foully, for those things
That make her good? Oh, let her brother live:
Thieves for their robbery have authority, [her,
When judges fteal themselves. What? do 1 love
That I defire to hear her fpeak again,
And feaft upon her eyes? what is 't I dream on?
Oh, cunning enemy, that, to catch a faint,
With faints doft bait thy hook! Moft dangerous
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on
To fin in loving virtue : never could the ftrumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite :-Ever, till now,
When men were fond, I fmil'd, and wonder'd
how.
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Enter Duke, babited like a Friar, and Provaft. Duke. Hail to you, provoft! fc, I think you are. Prov. I am the provoft: What's your will, good friar ? [order, Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blefs'd [turn back. I come to vifit the afflicted spirits

Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to-morrow. Ifab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, Ang. How! bribe me?

To let me fee them; and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly.

[needful.

Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts, that heaven thall fhare Here in the prifon: do me the common right Lucio. You had marr'd all elfe. [with you. Ifab. Not with fond 2 fhekels of the tefted 3 gold, Or stones, whofe rates are either rich or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Ere fun-rife; prayers from preferved fouls 4, From fafting maids, whofe minds are dedicate To nothing temporal,

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Prov. I would do more than that, if more were
Enter Juliet.

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blifter'd her report 7: She is with child;
And he that got it, fentenc'd: a young man
More fit to do another fuch offence,
Than die for this.

Duke. When muft he die?

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.-

I have provided for you; ftay a while, [To Juliet. And you fhall be conducted.

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry?
Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame moft patiently.
Duke. I'll teach you how you fhall arraign your
confcience,

And try your penitence, if it be found,
Or hollowly put on.
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Dr. Warburton affigns the following meaning to this paffage: That if the angels poffeffed that peculiar turn of the human mind, which always inclines it to a spiteful, unfeasonable mirth, they would laugh themfelves out of their immortality, by indulging a paffion which does not deferve that prerogative. The ancients thought, that immoderate laughter was caufed by the bigne's of the Spleen. 2 Fond here means, valued or prized by folly. 3 That is, cupelled, brought to the fet, refined. 4 That is, preferved from the corruption of the world. 5 Dr. Johnfon thinks, that inflead of where we should read, which your prayers crofs. The meaning of the paffage will then be, The temptation under which I labour is that which thou haft unknowingly thwarted with thy prayer. Perhaps it were better to read flames. 7 That is, has disfigured her tame or reputation.

Duke.

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?

him.

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So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons; Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd Come all to help him, and fo ftop the air By which he should revive: and even fo The general 6, subject to a well-wish'd king, Quit their own part, and in obfequious fondnefs Crowd to his prefence, where their untaught love Muft needs appear offence.

Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful Was mutually committed?

Fulin. Mutually.

Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his. fuliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter: But left you do repent 1,

As that the fin hath brought you to this fhame,Which forrow is always towards ourselves, not

heaven;

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Angelo's Houfe.

Enter Angelo.

IV.

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Ang. Ha Fie, thefe filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
[Exeunt. A man already made, as to remit

Their fawcy fweetness 7, that do coin heaven's image
In ftamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falfely to take away a life true made,
As to put metal in reftrained means,

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think To make a falfe one 9.

and pray

To feveral fubjects: heaven hath my empty words;
Whilft my intention 2, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Ifabel: Heaven is in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew its name;

And in my heart, the ftrong and fwelling evil
Of my conception: The ftate, whereon I ftudied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could 1, with boot 3, change for an idle plume
Which the air beats for vain. Oh place! oh form!
How often doft thou with thy cafe 4, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer fouls
To thy falfe feeming Blood, thou art but blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
'Tis not the devil's creft 5.

Enter Servant.

How now, who's there?

Serv. One fabel, a fifter, defires accefs to you. Ang. Teach her the way. [Solus.] Oh heavens! Why does my blood thus mufter to my heart, Making both it unable for itself, And difpoffeffing all my other parts Of necellary fitness?

Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heaven, but not in earth. Ang. Say you fo? then I fhall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, That the moft juft law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to fuch fweet uncleanness, As the that he hath ftain'd?

Ifub. Sir, believe this,

I had rather give my body than my foul.
Ang. I talk not of your foul: Our compell'd fins
Stand more for number than for accompt.
Ifab. How fay you?

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Againit the thing I fay. Antwer to this,-
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Pronounce a fentence on your brother's life;
Might there not be a charity in fin,
To fave this brother's life?

Ifab. Pleafe you to do 't,
I'll take it as a peril to my foul,
It is no fin at all, but charity.

Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your foul,
Were equal poize of fin and charity.

Ifab. That I do beg his life, if it be fin, Heaven, let me bear it! You granting of my fuit, If that be fin, I'll make it my morn prayer

That is, repent not on this account. 2 Intention here fignifies eagerness of defire. The old folio, however, reads invention, by which the poet might mean imagination. 3 Profit, advantage. ♦ Cafe is here put for outjide, or external fhew. 5 The meaning is, Let the most wicked thing have but a virtuous pretence, and it fhall pafs for innocent. Thus if we write good angel on the devil's hern, 'tis not taken any longer to be the devil's cref. 6 This phrafe of the general, means the people or multitude fubject to a king, &c. 7 That is, faucy indulgence of the appetite. 8 The fenfe of this paffage is fimply, that murder is as easy as fornication, aud it is as improper to pardon the latter as the former.

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Ijub. So.

Ang. And his offence is fo, as it appears
Accounted to the law upon that pain 3.
Ifab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to fave his life,
(As I fubfcribe 4 not that, nor any other,
But in the loss of queftion) that you, his fifter,
Finding your elf defir'd of fuch a perfon,
Whofe credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to fave him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this fuppofed, or elfe let him fuffer;
What would you do?

Ifab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
That is, Were I under the terms of death,
The impreffion of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And ftrip myself to death, as to a bed

That longing I have been fick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to fshame.

Ang. Then muft your brother die.
Ifab. And 'twere the cheaper way:
Better it were, a brother dy'd at once,
Than that a fifter, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the fentence
That you have flander'd fo?

Ifab. Ignominy in ranfom, and free pardon,
Are of two houfes: lawful mercy
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

Ang. You feem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;
And rather prov'd the fliding of your brother
A merriment than a vice.

Ifab. O pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
To have what we would have, we fpeak not what

we mean:

I fomething do excufe the thing I hate,
For his advantage that I dearly love.

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And from this teftimony of your own sex,
(Since, I fuppofe, we are made to be no stronger,
Then faults may shake our frames) let me be bold,→
I do arreft 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 exprefs'd
By all external warrants) fhew it now,
By putting on the deftin'd livery.

Ifab. I have no tongue but one: gentle, my lord,
Let me intreat you, fpeak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Ifab. My brother did love Juliet ;

And you tell me, that he fhall die for it.

Ang. He fhall not, Ifabel, if you give me love.
Ifab. I know your virtue hath a licence in 't,
Which feems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.

Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.

Ifab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
And moft pernicious purpofe!-Seeming, feem-

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I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for 't:
Sign me a prefent pardon for my brother,
Or, with an out-stretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Aloud, what man thou art.

Ang. Who will believe thee, Ifabel?
My unfoil'd name, the auftereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the ftate,
Will fo your accufation over-weigh,
That you fhall ftifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny. I have beguh;
And now I give my fenfual race the rein;
Fit thy confent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they fue for; redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will;

Or elfe he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness fhall his death draw out
To lingering fufferance: answer me to-morrow,

I Meaning, the faults of mine anfwer are the faults which I am to anfwer for. 2 That is, a beauty covered as with a fhield. Thefe mafks probably mean, the mafks of the audience. 3 Pain here means fenalty, punishment. 4 To fubfcribe, here fignifies, to agree to. 5 Dr. Warburton obferves, this paffage is fo obfcure, but the allufion fo fine, that it deferves to be explained. A feodary was one who in the times of vaffalage held lands of the chief lord, under the tenure of paying rent and fervice: which tenures were call'd feuda amongst the Goths. Now, fays Angelo, "we are all frail." "Yes, replies Ifabella; if all mankind were not feodaries, who owe what they are to this tenure of imbecility, and who fucceed each other by the fame tenure, as well as my brother, I would give him up." The comparing mankind, lying under the weight original fin, to a feodary, who owes fuit and fervice to his lord, is, I think, not ill imagined. 6 To owe, in this place, fignifies to own, to have poffeffion. 7 Perhaps we should read, take forms. 9 That is, in imitating them. 9 That is, take any impreffion. 10 That is, Hypocrify, hypocrify. 11 Vouch is the teftimony one

man bears for another.

Or,

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