with you.

Duke. You will think you have made no offence, if Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into the Duke avouch the justice of your dealing.

your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come. Proo. But what likelihood is in that?

Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all night : Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet I am not fitted for't. since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, Clo. O! the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, nor my persuasion, can with ease attempt you, I will and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep the go farther than I meant to pluck all fears out of you. sounder all the next day. Look you, sir; here is the hand and seal of the Duke :

Enter Duke. Fou know the character, I doubt not, and the signet is Abhor. Look you, sir ; here comes your ghostly not strange to you.

father. Do we jest now, think you? Proc. I know them both.

Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how Duke. The contents of this is the return of the hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, Duke: you shall anon'over-read it at your pleasure, comfort you,


pray where you shall find, within these two days he will be Barnar. Friar, not I: I have been drinking hard all bere. This is a thing that Angelo knows not, for he night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or this very day receives letters of strange tenor; per- they shall beat out my brains with billets. I will not chance, of the Duke's death; perchance, entering into consent to die this day, that's certain. some monastery ; but, by chance, nothing of what is Duke. O, sir, you must; and therefore, I beseech writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd. you, Put not yourself into amazement how these things Look forward on the journey you shall go. should be : all difficulties are but easy when they are Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for any man's known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnar- persuasion. dine's head: I will give him a present shrift, and

Duke. But hear you, advise him for a better place. Yet you are amazed, Barnar. Not a word : if you have any thing to say but this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day. is almost clear dawn. [Exeunt.


Enter Provost. 1 SCENE III.-Another Room in the Same.

Duke. Unfit to live, or die. O, grovelling beast !Enter Clown.

After him, fellows : bring him to the block. Clo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our

[Exeunt Abhorson and Clown. house of profession : one would think, it were mistress Prov. Now, sir; how do you find the prisoner ? Over-done's own house, for here be many of her old Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death ; | customers. First, here's young Mr. Rash; he's in for And, to transport him in the mind he is, a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, ninescore Were damnable. and seventeen pounds, of which he made five marks, Prov.

Here in the prison, father, ready money: marry, then, ginger was not much in There died this morning of a cruel fever request for the old women were all dead. Then is One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate, there here one Mr. Caper, at the suit of master Three- A man of Claudio's years; his beard, and head, pile the mercer, for some four suits of peach-colour'd Just of his colour. What if we do omit satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we This reprobate, till he were well inclin'd, here young Dicy, and young Mr. Deep-vow, and Mr. And satisfy the deputy with the visage Copper-spur, and Mr. Starve-lackey, the rapier and Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio ? dagger-man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd Lusty Duke. 0, 'tis an accident that heaven provides ! Pudding, and Mr. Forthright the tilter, and brave Mr. Despatch it presently: the hour draws on Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild Half-can that Prefix'd by Angelo. See, this be done, stabb’d Pots, and, I think, forty more, all great doers And sent according to command, whiles I in our trade, and are now in for the Lord's sake. Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die. Enter ABHORSON.

Prov. This shall be done, good father, presently. Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.

But Barnardine must die this afternoon;
Clo. Mr. Barnardine! you must rise and be hang'd, And how shall we continue Claudio,
Mr. Barnardine.

To save me from the danger that might come,
Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine!

If he were known alive? Barnar. [Within.] A pox o' your throats! Who Duke. Let this be done.-Put them in secret Dakes that noise there? What are you?

holds, Clo. Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must Both Barnardine and Claudio: be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.

Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting | Barnar. [Within.] Away, you rogue, away! I am To yonder generation, you shall find sleepy.

Your safety manifest.
Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly Prov. I am your free dependant.

Duke. Quick, despatch, and send the head to Angelo. Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are

[Exit Provost. Executed, and sleep afterwards.

Now will I write letters to Angelo, Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out.

(The provost, he shall bear them) whose contents Cla. He is coming, sir, he is coming : I hear his Shall witness to him, I am near at home, strax rustle.

And that by great injunctions I am bound

To enter publicly : him I'll desire
Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?

To meet me at the consecrated fount, Clo. Very ready, sir.

A league below the city; and from thence, Barnar, How now, Abhorson ? what's the news with By cold gradation and well-balanc'd form,

We shall proceed with Angelo.

| 10.

Re-enter Provost.

I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. for.

Duke. Convenient is it. Make a swift return, Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye For I would commune with you of such things,


[Going. That want no ear but yours.

Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee. I can Prov.

I'll make all speed. [Exit. tell thee pretty tales of the duke. Isab. (Within.] Peace, ho, be here !

Duke. You have told me too many of him already, Duke. The tongue of Isabel.—She's come to know, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough. If yet her brother's pardon be come hither ;

Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench But I will keep her ignorant of her good,

with child. To make her heavenly comforts of despair,

Duke. Did you such a thing ? When it is least expected.

Lucio. Yes, marry, did I ; but I was fain to forswear Enter ISABELLA.

it: they would else bave married me to the rotten Isab. Ho! by your leave.

medlar. Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest. daughter.


[Going. Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon ? end. If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little

Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the world. of it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick. His head is off, and sent to Angelo.

[Exeunt. Isab. Nay, but it is not so.

SCENE IV-A Room in Angelo's House. Duke. It is no other. [ Catching her.

Enter Angelo and EscalUS.
Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience.

Isab. O! I will to him, and pluck out his eyes. Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd
Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. other.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel!

Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner.
Perjurious world! Most damned Angelo !

His actions show much like to madness : pray heaven, Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot: His wisdom be not tainted! Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to heaven. And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver Mark what I say to you, which you shall find

Our authorities there?
By every syllable a faithful verity.

Escal. I guess not.
The duke comes home to-morrow;—nay, dry your eyes: Ang. And why should we
One of our convent, and his confessor,

Proclaim it an hour before his entering,
Gives me this instance. Already he hath carried That if any crave redress of injustice,
Notice to Escalus and Angelo,

They should exhibit their petitions Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,

In the street ? There to give up their power. If you can, pace your

Escal. He shows his reason for that : to have a deswisdom

patch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices In that good path that I would wish it go,

hereafter, And

you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Which shall then have no power to stand against us. Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,

Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd : And general honour.

Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house.
I am directed by you.

Give notice to such men of sort and suit,
Duke. This letter, then, to friar Peter give;

As are to meet him. 'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return :


I shall, sir : fare you well. [Erit. Say, by this token, I desire his company

Ang. Good night.-
At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant,
I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you And dull to all proceedings. A deflowered maid,
Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo

And by an eminent body, that enforc'd
Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self, The law against it!—But that her tender shame
I am confined by a sacred vow,

Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter. How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her:
Command these fretting waters from your eyes
With a light heart: trust not my holy order,

For my authority bears such a credent bulk
If I pervert your course.—Who's here?

That no particular scandal once can touch,
Enter Lucio.

But it confounds the breather. He should have liv’d, Lucio.

Good even.

Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Friar, where is the provost?

Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge,
Not within, sir.

For so receiving a dishonour'd life Lucio. O, pretty Isabella! I am pale at mine heart, With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had liv'd ! to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am Alack! when once our grace we have forgot, fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not. [Exit. for my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would set

SCENE V.-Fields without the Town. me to't. But, they say, the duke will be here toBy my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother:

Enter Duke, in his own habit, and Friar Peter. if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. home, he had lived. [Exit Isabella.

[Giving them. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction,

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as And hold you ever to our special drift,



Though sometimes you do blench from this to that, He says, to 'vailful purpose.
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house, Mari.

Be rul’d by him.
And tell him where I stay: give the like notice Isab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
Unto Valentius, Rowland, and to Crassus,

He speak against me on the adverse side,
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate ; I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic,
But send me Flavius first.

That's bitter to sweet end.
F. Peter. It shall be speeded well. [Exit Peter. Mari. I would, friar Peter-


O, peace! the friar is come. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good

Enter Friar Peter. haste.

F. Peter. Come; I have found you out a stand Come, we will walk : there's other of our friends

most fit, Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt. Where you may have such vantage on the duke, SCENE VI.-Street near the City Gate.

He shall not pass you. Twice have the trumpets

sounded : Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.

The generous and gravest citizens Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath :

Have hent the gates, and very near upon I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,

The duke is ent’ring: therefore hence, away. That is you t; yet I'm advis'd to do it,


ACT V. SCENE I.-A public Place near the City Gate.

She hath been a suitor to me for her brother,

Cut off by course of justice. MARIANA, (veild,) ISABELLA, and Peter, at a distance.


By course of justice! (Rising. Enter at several doors, Duke, Varrius, Lords ; An

Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and strangely. GELO, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.

Isab. Most strangely, yet most truly, will I speak. Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met.

That Angelo's forsworn, is it not strange ?
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. That Angelo's a murderer, is't not strange ?
Ang. and Escal. Happy return be to your royal | That Angelo is an adulterous thief,

An hypocrite, a virgin-violator,
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. Is it not strange, and strange?
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear


Nay, it is ten times strange. Such goodness of your justice, that our soul

Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo, Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,

Than this is all as true as it is strange : Forerunning more requital.

Nay, it is ten times true ; for truth is truth Ang.

You make my bonds still greater. To th' end of reckoning. Dake. O! your desert speaks loud; and I should Duke.

Away with her.- Poor soul ! wrong it,

She speaks this in th' infirmity of sense. To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,

Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st When it deserves with characters of brass

There is another comfort than this world, A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time,

That thou neglect me not, with that opinion And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand, That I am touch'd with madness: make not impossible And let the subject see, to make them know

That which but seems unlike. 'Tis not impossible, That outward courtesies would fain proclaim

But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground, Favours that keep within.—Come, Escalus ;

May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute, You must walk by us on our other hand,

As Angelo; even so may Angelo, And good supporters are you.

In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms, Friar Peter and Isabella come forward. Be an arch-villain. Believe it, royal prince: F. Peter. Now is your time. Speak loud, and kneel if he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, before him.

Had I more name for badness. Isah. Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard Duke.

By mine honesty, [Kneeling. If she be mad, as I believe no other, [pon a wrong'd, I would fain have said, a maid ! Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, O worthy prince! dishonour not your eye

Such a dependency of thing on thing, Br throwing it on any other object,

As e'er I heard in madness. Till you have heard me in my true complaint,


O, gracious duke!
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice ! Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason
Duke. Relate your wrongs : in what? by whom? For incredulity; but let your reason serve
Be brief.

To make the truth appear, where it seems hid,
Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice :

And hide the false seems true. Kereal yourself to him.


Many that are not mad, Tigh.

O, worthy duke! [Rising. Have, sure, more lack of reason.- What would you say? lou bid me seek redemption of the devil.

Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio, dear me yourself; for that which I must speak Condemn'd upon the act of fornication Yust either punish me, not being believ'd,

To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo. Ofaring redress from you. Hear me, 0, hear me, 1, in probation of a sisterhood, here!

[Kneeling again. Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: As then the messenger.


That's I, an't like your grace. Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her

I saw them at the prison. A saucy friar,
To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo, A very scurvy fellow.
For her poor brother's pardon.

F. Peter.

Blessed be your royal grace! Isab.

That's he, indeed. I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Duke. You were not bid to speak.

Your royal ear abus'd. First, hath this woman Lucio.

No, my good lord ; Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute, Nor wish'd to hold my peace.

Who is as free from touch or soil with her, Duke.

I wish you now, then : As she from one ungot. Pray you, take note of it; and when you have


We did believe no less. A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of? Be perfect.

F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy; Lucio. I warrant your honour.

Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler, Duke. The warrant's for yourself: take heed to it. As he's reported by this gentleman; Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my

tale. And, on my truth, a man that never yet Lucio. Right.

Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong Lucio. My lord, most villainously : believe it.
To speak before your time.- Proceed.

F. Peter. Well; he in time may come to clear himIsab.

I went

self, To this pernicious, caitiff deputy.

But at this instant he is sick, my lord, Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.

Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request, Isab.

Pardon it: Being come to knowledge that there was complaint The phrase is to the matter.

Intended 'gainst lord Angelo, came I hither, Duke. Mended again : the matter?-Now proceed. To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know

Isab. In brief,—to set the needless process by, Is true, and false; and what he with his oath, How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid, And all probation, will make up full clear, How he refellid me, and how I replied,

Whensoever he's convented. First, for this woman, (For this was of much length) the vile conclusion To justify this worthy nobleman, I now begin with grief and shame to utter.

So vulgarly and personally accus'd, He would not, but by gift of my chaste body

Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes, To his concupiscible intemperate lust,

Till she herself confess it. Release my brother; and, after much debatement, Duke.

Good friar, let's hear it. My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,

[Isabella is carried off guarded; and Marina And I did yield to him. But the next morn betimes,

comes forward. His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant

Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo ?For my poor brother's head.

O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools! Duke.

This is most likely. Give us some seats.-Come, cousin Angelo; Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true !

In this I'll be impartial : be you judge Duke. By heaven, fond wretch! thou know'st not of your own cause.—Is this the witness, friar? what thou speak'st,

First, let her show her face, and after speak. Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour,

Mari. Pardon, my lord, I will not show my face, In hateful practice. First, his integrity

Until my husband bid me. Stands without blemish : next, it imports no reason, Duke.

What, are you married ? That with such vehemency he should pursue

Mari. No, my

lord. Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended,


Are you a maid ? He would have weigh’d thy brother by himself,


No, my lord. And not have cut him off. Some one hath set you on : Duke. A widow then ? Confess the truth, and say by whose advice


Neither, my lord. Thou cam’st here to complain.


Why, you Isab.

And is this all ? Are nothing then : neither maid, widow, nor wife? Then, O! you blessed ministers above,

Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many of Keep me in patience; and, with ripend time, them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up

Duke. Silence that fellow : I would, he had some In countenance !-Heaven shield your grace from woe, As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!

To prattle for himself. Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone. -- An officer!

Lucio. Well, my

lord. To prison with her.—Shall we thus permit

Mari. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married ; A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall

And, I confess, besides, I am no maid :
On him so near us? This needs must be a practice. I have known my husband, yet my husband knows not
Who knew of your intent, and coming hither? That ever he knew me.

Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord : it can be no
Duke. A ghostly father, belike.-Who knows that better.

Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou wert
Lucio. My lord, I know him : 'tis a meddling friar; so too !
I do not like the man : had he been lay, my lord, Lucio. Well, my lord.
For certain words he spake against your grace

Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. In your retirement, I had swing'd him soundly.

Mari. Now I come to’t, my lord. Duke. Words against me? This a good friar, belike. She that accuses him of fornication, And to set on this wretched woman here

In self-same manner doth accuse my husband; Against our substitute !-Let this friar be found. And charges him, my lord, with such a time,


When, I'll depose, I had him in mine arms,

Will leave you ; but stir not you, till you have well With all th' effect of love.


these slanderers.

[Exit Duke. Ang.

Charges she more than me? Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly:-Signior Mari, Not that I know.

Lucio, did not you say, you knew that friar Lodowick Duke.

No? you say, your husband. to be a dishonest person? Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum : honest in Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, nothing, but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. most villainous speeches of the duke.

Ang. This is a strange abuse.—Let's see thy face. Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask, come, and enforce them against him. We shall find

[Unveiling. this friar a notable fellow. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,

Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Which once, thou swor'st, was worth the looking on : Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again : [To This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract, an Attendant.] I would speak with her.

Pray you, Was fast belock'd in thine : this is the body

my lord, give me leave to question ; you shall see how That took away the match from Isabel,

I'll handle her. And did supply thee at thy garden-house

Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. In ber imagin’d person.

Escal. Say you? Duke.

Know you this woman? Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her priLucio. Carnally, she says.

vately, she would sooner confess : perchance, publicly Duke.

Sirrah, no more.

she'll be ashamed. Lucio. Enough, my lord.

Re-enter Officers, with IsabelLA : the Duke, in a Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman ;

Friar's habit, and Provost.
And tire years since there was some speech of marriage Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.
Betwixt myself and her, which was broke off,

Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midPartly, for that her promised proportions

night. Came short of composition; but, in chief,

Escal. Come on, mistress. [To IsabelLA.] Here's a For that her reputation was disvalued

gentlewoman denies all that you have said. In levity: since which time of five years

Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, here, with the provost. Upon my faith and honour.

Escal. In very good time:-speak not you to him, Mari.

Noble prince, [Kneeling. till we call upon you. As there comes light from heaven, and words from Lucio. Mum. breath,

Escal. Come, sir. Did you set these women on to As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, slander lord Angelo? they have confess'd you did. I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly

Duke. 'Tis false. As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, Escal. How! know you where you are ? But Tuesday night last gone, in's garden-house, Duke. Respect to your great place ! then let the devil He knew me as a wife. As this is true

Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne. Let me in safety raise me from my knees,

Where is the duke ? 'tis he should hear me speak. Or else for ever be confixed here,

Escal. The duke's in us, and we will hear you speak : A marble monument.

Look, you speak justly.
I did but smile till now:

Duke. Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls !
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox?
My patience here is touch'd. I do perceive, Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone?
These poor informal women are no more

Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust,
But instruments of some more mightier member, Thus to reject your manifest appeal,
That sets them on. Let me have way, my lord, And put your trial in the villain's mouth,
To find this practice out.

Which here you come to accuse.
Ay, with my heart;

Lucio. This is the rascal : this is he I spoke of.. And punish them unto your height of pleasure.- Escal. Why, thou unreverend and un hallow'd friar ! Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman, Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women Compact with her that's gone, think'st thou, thy oaths, To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth, Though they would swear down each particular saint,

And in the witness of his proper ear, Were testimonies against his worth and credit, To call him villain? And then to glance from him That's seal'd in approbation ?-You, lord Escalus,

To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice ?St with my cousin : lend him your kind pains Take him hence; to the rack with him.- We'll touze you To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd.

Joint by joint, but we will know your purpose. There is another friar that set them on ;

What ! unjust? Let him be sent for.

Duke. Be not so hot; the duke dare F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, No more stretch this finger of mine, than he indeed,

Dare rack his own: his subject am I not,
Hath set the women on to this complaint.

Nor here provincial. My business in this state
Tour provost knows the place where he abides, Made me a looker-on here in Vienna,
And he may fetch him.

Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, Dake. Go, do it instantly:- [Exit Provost. Till it o'er-run the stew: laws for all faults, kd you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes om it concerns to hear this matter forth,

Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, Do with your injuries as seems you best,

As much in mock as mark. L any chastisement: I for a while

Escal. Slander to the state ! Away with him to prison.

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