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Have hent! the gates, and very near upon
ACT V. SCENE I.- A public place near the city gate.
Mariana (veiled,) Isabella, and Peter, at a distance. Enter at opposite doors, Duke, Varrius, Lords; Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, Officers, and Citizens.
Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met :Qur old and faithful friend, we are glad to see yon.
Ang.& Escal. Happy return be to your royal
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both We have made inquiry of you ; and we hear Such goodness of your justice, that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.
Ang. You make my bonds still greater:
Peter and Isabella come forward.
kneel before him.
(1) Seized. (2) Lower.
Upon a wrong'd, I'd fajn have said, a maid !
have heard me in my true complaint, And give me, justice, justice, justice, justice ! Duke. Relate your wrongs : In what? "By whom?
Be brief :
O, worthy duke,
here. Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: She hath been a suitor to me for her brother, Cut off by course of justice. Isab.
By course of justice ! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and
strange. Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I
Nay, ten times strange.
Away with her :-Poor soul, She speaks this in the infirinity of sense.
Isab. O prince, I cónjure thee, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness : make not im
That which but seems unlike : 'tis not impos
sible, But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute, As Angelo; even so may Angelo, In all bis dressings,' characts, titles, forms, Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal prince, If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more, Had I more name for badness. Duke.
By mine honesty, If she be mad (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing on thing, As e'er I heard in madness. Isab.
O, gracious duke, Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason For inequality: but let your reason serve To make the truth appear, where it seems hid; And hide the false, seems true. Duke,
Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would
That's I, an't like your grace:
That's be indeed. Duke. You were not bid to speak. Lucio.
No, my good lord ; Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Duke.
I wish you now then ; Pray you, take note of it, and when you have
(1) Habits and characters of office,
A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then
Lucio.. I warrant your honour.
to it. Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale, Lucio. Right.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your
I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Pardon it; The phrase is to the matter.
Duke. Mended again : the matter :-Proceed.
Isab. In brief,--to set the needless process by, How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneeld, How he refell’di me, and how I reply'd; (For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion Ì now begin with grief and shame to utter : He would not, but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust, Release my brother; and, after much debatement, My sisterly remorse2 confutes mine honour, And I did yield to him : But the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant For my poor brother's head. Duke.
This is most likely! Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true! Duke. By heaven, fond3 wretch, thou know'st
not what thou speak'st;
(1) Refuted. (2) Pity. (3) Foolish.
And not have cut him off: Some one hath set you on:
And is this all?
fain be gone :-An er!
Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick.
belike! And to set on this wretched woman here Against our substitute!-Let this friar be found. Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that
friar I saw them at the prison : a saucy friar, A very scurvy fellow.
F Peter. Blessed be your royal grace! I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Your royal ear abus'd: First, hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute; Who is as free from touch or soil with her, As she from one ungot.
We did believe no less. Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of?