Mari. Not that I know. Duke. You fay your husband. Mari. Why, juft, my lord, and that is Angelo, [To Mariana. Who thinks, he knows that he ne'er knew my body; Ang. This is a ftrange abuse: let's fee thy face. Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. [Unveiling. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Which, once thou fwor'ft, was worth the looking on : This is the hand which, with a vow'd contract, Was faft belock'd in thine: this is the body That took away the match from Ifabel, Duke. Know you this woman? Lucio. Carnally, the fays. Duke. Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Enough. Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woman; And five years fince there was fome fpeech of marriage Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Partly for that her promifed proportions Came fhort of compofition; but, in chief, I never spake with, faw, or heard from her, Mari. Noble prince, As there comes light from heav'n, and words from breath, As there is fenfe in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, But tuesday night laft gone, in's garden-house He knew me as a wife; as this is true, Let me in safety raise me from my knees; Or elfe for ever be confixed here A marble A marble monument. Ang. I did but smile 'till now. Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice; But instruments of fome more mighty member Duke. Ay, with my heart; And punish them unto your height of pleasure. Compact with her that's gone! think'ft thou, thy oaths, Sit with my coufin; lend him your kind pains Let him be fent for. Peter. Would, he were here, my lord; for he, indeed, Hath fet the women on to this complaint: Your provost knows the place where he abides; And he may fetch him. Duke. Do it inftantly. And you, my noble and well-warranted coufin, Will leave you; but ftir not you, 'till you have SCENE IV. [Exit. Efcal. My lord, we'll do it throughly. Signior Lucio, did not you fay you knew that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person? Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum; honeft in nothing but in his cloths, and one that hath spoke moft villanous fpeeches of the duke. Efcal. Escal. We fhall entreat you to abide here 'till he come, and enforce them against him; we shall find this friar a notable fellow. Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Efcal. Call that fame Isabel here once again: I would speak with her pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you fhall fee how I'll handle her. : Lucio. Not better than he by her own report. Escal. Say you? Lucio. Marry, fir, I think, if you handled her privately she should sooner confefs; perchance, publickly fhe'd be asham'd. Enter Duke in the friar's habit, and provoft; Isabella Efcal. I will go darkly to work with her. Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. Efcal. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have faid. Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of, here with the provoft. Efcal. In very good time: fpeak not you to him 'till we call upon you. Lucio. Mum. Efcal. Come, fir, did you set these women on to flander lord Angelo? they have confefs'd you did. Duke. 'Tis falfe. Efcal. How! know you where you are? Duke. Refpect to your great place! and let the devil Be fometime honour'd for his burning throne. Where is the duke? 'tis he fhould hear me speak. Efcal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: Look you speak juftly. Duke. Boldly at least I'll fpeak. But, o, poor fouls, Good-night to your redrefs: is the duke gone? Aaa 2 And And put your trial in the villain's mouth Lucio. This is the rafcal; this is he I fpoke of. To call him villain; and then glance from him Take him hence; to the rack with him: we'll toufe you Duke. Be not fo hot; the duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Nor here provincial; my business in this state Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, But faults fo countenanc'd, that the strong statutes As much in mock as mark. Efcal. Slander to th' state! away with him to prison. Ang. What can you vouch against him, fignior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of? Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman bald-pate : know me? Do you Duke. I remember you, fir, by the found of your voice: I met you at the prison in the abfence of the duke. Lucio. O, did you fo? and do you remember what you of the duke? Duke. Moft notedly, fir. faid Lucio. Do you fo, fir? and was the duke a flesh-monger, a It is a cuftom in the shops of all mechanicks to make it a forfeiture for any stranger to use or take up the tools of their trade: in a barber's fhop especially, when heretofore barbers practis'd the under parts of furgery, their inftruments being of a nice kind and their fhops generally full of idle people, there was hung up a table showing what particular forfeiture was required for meddling with each instrument. fool, fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? Duke. You must, fir, change perfons with me ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him, and much more, much worse. Lucio. O thou damnable fellow! did not I pluck thee by the nofe for thy fpeeches? Duke. I proteft, I love the duke as I love myself. Ang. Hark how the villain would close now after his treasonable abuses. Efcal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal: away with him to prison: where is the provoft? away with him to prifon; lay bolts enough upon him; let him speak no more; away with those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion. Duke. Stay, fir, ftay a while. Ang. What! refifts he? help him, Lucio. Lucio. Come, fir, come, fir, come, fir; foh, fir; why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be hooded, muft you? show your knave's vifage, with a pox to you! fhow your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd; an hour? will't not off? [Pulls off the friar's hood, and difcovers the Duke. Duke. Thou art the first knave that e'er mad'st a duke. First, provoft, let me bail these gentle three. Sneak not away, fir; for the friar and you [To Lucio. Must have a word anon: lay hold on him. Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; fit you down: [To Efcalus. We'll borrow place of him. Sir, by your leave: [To Angelo. Haft thou or word, or wit, or impudence, Rely upon it 'till tale be heard, And hold no longer out. Ang. O my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, To think I can be undifcernable, When I perceive, your grace, like pow'r divine, Hath |