Efcal. If any in Vienna be of Worth To undergo fuch ample Grace and Honour, Enter Angelo. Duke. Look where he comes. Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's Will, There is a kind of Character in thy Life, As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, The fmalleft Scruple of her Excellence, But like a thrifty Goddefs, the determines Her felf the Glory of a Creditor, Both Thanks and Ufe. But I do bend my Speech To one that can my Part in him advertise; Hold therefore, Angelo: In our Remove, be thou at full, our self. Mortality and Mercy in Vienna, Live in thy Tongue and Heart: Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my Lord, Let there be fome more Teft made of my Metal, Be ftampt upon it. Duke. No more Evafion: We have with a leven'd and prepar❜d Choice What What doth befal you here. So fare you well, Ang. Yet give leave, my Lord, That we may bring you fomething on the Way. Nor need you, on mine Honour, have to do As to your Soul feems good. Give me your Hand; But do not like to ftage me to their Eyes: 1 Efcal. I fhall defire you, Sir, to give me leave Ang. 'Tis fo with me: Let us with-draw together, Touching that Point. Efcal. I'll wait upon your Honour, SCENE II. The Street. Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen. [Exit. [Exeum. Lucio. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to Compofition with the King of Hungary, why then all the Dukes fall upon the King. I Gent. Heav'n grant us its Peace, but not the King of Hungary's. 2 Gent. Amen. Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the Sanctimonious Pyrat, that went to Sea with the ten Commandments, but fcrap'd one out of the Table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he raz'd. I Gent. Why? 'twas a Commandment to command the Captain and all the reft from their Functions; they put forth to fteal: There's not a Soldier of us all, that, in the Thanksgiving before Meat, do relish the Petition well that prays for Peace. 2 Gent. I never heard any Soldier diflike it. Lucio. I believe thee: For I think thou never waft where Grace was faid. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at leaft I Gent. What? in Meeter? Lucio. In any Proportion, or in any Language. I Gent. I think, or in any Religion. Lucio. Ay, why not? Grace, is Grace, defpight of all Controverfie; as for Example, Thou thy felf art a wicked Villain, defpight of all Grace. 1 Gent. Well; there went but a Pair of Sheers between us. Lucio. I grant; as there may between the Lifts and the Velvet. Thou art the Lift. I Gent. And thou the Velvet; thou art good Velvet ; thou'rt a three-pil'd Piece I warrant thee: I had as lief be a Lift of an English Kerfey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French Velvet. Do I fpeak feelingly now? Lucio. I think thou doft; and indeed with most painful feeling of thy Speech: I will, out of thine own Confeffion, learn to begin thy Health; but, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee. I Gent. I think I have done my felf wrong, have I not? 2 Gent. Yes, that thou haft; whether thou art tainted, or free. Enter Bawd. Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes. I have purchas'd as many Diseases under her Roof, As come to 2 Gent. To what, I pray? Lucio. Judge. 2 Gent. To three thousand Dolours a Year. I Gent. Ay, and more. Lucio. A French Crown more, 1 Gent, 1 Gent. Thou art always figuring Diseases in me; but thou art full of Error, I am found. Lucio. Nay, not, as one would fay, healthy; but fo found, as things that are hollow; thy Bones are hollow; Impiety has made a Feaft of thee. i Gent. How now, which of your Hips has the most profound Sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carry'd to Prifon, was worth five thousand of you all. 2 Gent. Who's that, I prethee? Bawd. Marry Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio. I Gent. Claudio-to Prifon? 'tis not fo. Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis fo; I faw him arrefted; faw him carry'd away; and which is more, within thefe three Days his Head is to be chopt off. Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it fo: Art thou fure of this? Bawd. I am too fure of it; and it is for getting Madam Julietta with Child. Lucio. Believe me this may be; he promised to meet me two Hours fince, and he was ever precife in Promifekeeping. 2 Gent. Befides, you know it draws fomething near to the Speech we had to fuch a Purpose. I Gent. But most of all agreeing with the Proclamation, Lucio. Away, let's go learn the Truth of it. [Exeunt. Bawd. Thus, what with the War, what with the Sweat, what with the Gallows, and what with Poverty, I am Cuftom-fhrunk. How now? what's the News with you? Enter Clown. Clown. Yonder Man is carry'd to Prison. Clown. A Woman. Bawd. But what's his Offence? Clown. Groping for Trouts in a peculiar River. Bawd. What? is there a Maid with Child by him? Clown. No; but there's a Woman with Maid by him. You have not heard of the Proclamation, have you? Bawd. What Proclamation, Man? Clown. All Houses in the Suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down. Bawd. Bawd. And what shall become of those in the City? Clown. They fhall ftand for Seed; they had gone down too, but that a wife Burger put in for them. Bawd. But fhall all our Houfes of Refort in the Suburbs be pull'd down? Clown. To the Ground, Mistress. Bawd. Why here's a Change indeed in the Commonwealth; what fhall become of me? Clown. Come, fear not you; good Counsellors lack no Clients; though you change your Place, you need not change your Trade: I'll be your Tapfter ftill. Courage, there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn your Eyes almoft out in the Service, you will be confidered. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapfter? let's withdraw. Clown. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provoft to Prifon; and there's Madam Juliet. [Ex. Bawd and Clown. Enter Provoft, Claudia, Juliet and Officers. Claud. Fellow, why doft thou fhow me thus to th' World? Bear me to Prison, where I am committed. Prov. I do it not in evil Difpofition, But from Lord Angelo by fpecial Charge, Claud. Thus can the Demi-god, Authority, Make us pay down, for our Offence, by weight The words of Heav'n; on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, fo; yet still 'tis juft. [ftraint, Lucio. Why how now Claudio? Whence comes this ReCland. From too much Liberty, my Lucio, Liberty; As Surfeit is the Father of much Faft, So every Scope by the immoderate ufe Lucio. If I could fpeak fo wifely, under an Arreft, I Cland. |