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ACT III SCENE II | The street before the prison. | |
| Enter, on one side, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before; on the other, ELBOW, and Officers with POMPEY. | |
ELBOW | Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will | |
| needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we | |
| shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | O heavens! what stuff is here |
POMPEY | 'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the | |
| merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by | |
| order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and | |
| furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that | |
| craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing. | 9 |
ELBOW | Come your way, sir. 'Bless you, good father friar. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | And you, good brother father. What offence hath | |
| this man made you, sir? | |
ELBOW | Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, we | |
| take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found |
| upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have | |
| sent to the deputy. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd! | |
| The evil that thou causest to be done, | |
| That is thy means to live. Do thou but think |
| What 'tis to cram a maw or clothe a back | |
| From such a filthy vice: say to thyself, | 20 | |
| From their abominable and beastly touches | |
| I drink, I eat, array myself, and live. | |
| Canst thou believe thy living is a life, |
| So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend. | |
POMPEY | Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, | |
| sir, I would prove-- | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin, | |
| Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer: |
| Correction and instruction must both work | |
| Ere this rude beast will profit. | 30 | |
ELBOW | He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him | |
| warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if | |
| he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were |
| as good go a mile on his errand. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | That we were all, as some would seem to be, | |
| From our faults, as faults from seeming, free! | |
ELBOW | His neck will come to your waist,--a cord, sir. | |
POMPEY | I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a |
| friend of mine. | |
| Enter LUCIO. | |
LUCIO | How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of | |
| Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there | |
| none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be | |
| had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and |
| extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What | |
| sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't | |
| not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest | |
| thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is | |
| the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The |
| trick of it? | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Still thus, and thus; still worse! | |
LUCIO | How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she | |
| still, ha? | 50 | |
POMPEY | Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she |
| is herself in the tub. | |
LUCIO | Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be | |
| so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd: | |
| an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going | |
| to prison, Pompey? |
POMPEY | Yes, faith, sir. | |
LUCIO | Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I | |
| sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how? | |
ELBOW | For being a bawd, for being a bawd. | 59 | |
LUCIO | Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the |
| due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he | |
| doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. | |
| Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, | |
| Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you | |
| will keep the house. |
POMPEY | I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail. | |
LUCIO | No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. | |
| I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: If | |
| you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the | |
| more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. 'Bless you, friar. |
DUKE VINCENTIO | And you. | 70 | |
LUCIO | Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha? | |
ELBOW | Come your ways, sir; come. | |
POMPEY | You will not bail me, then, sir? | |
LUCIO | Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar? |
| what news? | |
ELBOW | Come your ways, sir; come. | |
LUCIO | Go to kennel, Pompey; go. | |
| Exeunt ELBOW, POMPEY and Officers. | |
| What news, friar, of the duke? | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | I know none. Can you tell me of any? |
LUCIO | Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other | |
| some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you? | 81 | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well. | |
LUCIO | It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from | |
| the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born |
| to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he | |
| puts transgression to 't. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | He does well in 't. | |
LUCIO | A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in | |
| him: something too crabbed that way, friar. | 90 |
DUKE VINCENTIO | It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it. | |
LUCIO | Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; | |
| it is well allied: but it is impossible to extirp | |
| it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put | |
| down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and |
| woman after this downright way of creation: is it | |
| true, think you? | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | How should he be made, then? | |
LUCIO | Some report a sea-maid spawned him; some, that he | |
| was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is |
| certain that when he makes water his urine is | |
| congealed ice; that I know to be true: and he is a | |
| motion generative; that's infallible. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace. | 100 | |
LUCIO | Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the |
| rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a | |
| man! Would the duke that is absent have done this? | |
| Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a | |
| hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing | |
| a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport: he |
| knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | I never heard the absent duke much detected for | |
| women; he was not inclined that way. | |
LUCIO | O, sir, you are deceived. | 110 | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | 'Tis not possible. |
LUCIO | Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and | |
| his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the | |
| duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too; | |
| that let me inform you. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | You do him wrong, surely. |
LUCIO | Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the | |
| duke: and I believe I know the cause of his | |
| withdrawing. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | What, I prithee, might be the cause? | 119 | |
LUCIO | No, pardon; 'tis a secret must be locked within the |
| teeth and the lips: but this I can let you | |
| understand, the greater file of the subject held the | |
| duke to be wise. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Wise! why, no question but he was. | |
LUCIO | A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow. |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Either this is the envy in you, folly, or mistaking: | |
| the very stream of his life and the business he hath | |
| helmed must upon a warranted need give him a better | |
| proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own | |
| bringings-forth, and he shall appear to the |
| envious a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. | |
| Therefore you speak unskilfully: or if your | |
| knowledge be more it is much darkened in your malice. | 131 | |
LUCIO | Sir, I know him, and I love him. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with |
| dearer love. | |
LUCIO | Come, sir, I know what I know. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | I can hardly believe that, since you know not what | |
| you speak. But, if ever the duke return, as our | |
| prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your |
| answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, | |
| you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call | |
| upon you; and, I pray you, your name? | 141 | |
LUCIO | Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to |
| report you. | |
LUCIO | I fear you not. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you | |
| imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I | |
| can do you little harm; you'll forswear this again. |
LUCIO | I'll be hanged first: thou art deceived in me, | |
| friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if | |
| Claudio die to-morrow or no? | 151 | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Why should he die, sir? | |
LUCIO | Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would |
| the duke we talk of were returned again: the | |
| ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with | |
| continency; sparrows must not build in his | |
| house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke | |
| yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would |
| never bring them to light: would he were returned! | |
| Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. | |
| Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The | |
| duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on | |
| Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee, |
| he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown | |
| bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell. | |
| Exit. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | No might nor greatness in mortality | 165 | |
| Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny | |
| The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong |
| Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue? | |
| But who comes here? | |
| Enter ESCALUS, Provost, and Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE. | |
ESCALUS | Go; away with her to prison! | |
MISTRESS OVERDONE | Good my lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted | |
| a merciful man; good my lord. |
ESCALUS | Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in | |
| the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play | |
| the tyrant. | |
Provost | A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may it please | |
| your honour. |
MISTRESS OVERDONE | My lord, this is one Lucio's information against me. | |
| Mistress Kate Keepdown was with child by him in the | |
| duke's time; he promised her marriage: his child | |
| is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: | |
| I have kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse me! |
ESCALUS | That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be | |
| called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to; | 170 | |
| no more words. | |
| Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE. | |
| Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered; | |
| Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished |
| with divines, and have all charitable preparation. | |
| if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be | |
| so with him. | |
Provost | So please you, this friar hath been with him, and | |
| advised him for the entertainment of death. | 191 |
ESCALUS | Good even, good father. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Bliss and goodness on you! | |
ESCALUS | Of whence are you? | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Not of this country, though my chance is now | |
| To use it for my time: I am a brother | 210 |
| Of gracious order, late come from the See | |
| In special business from his holiness. | |
ESCALUS | What news abroad i' the world? | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | None, but that there is so great a fever on | |
| goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: |
| novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous | |
| to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous | |
| to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce | |
| truth enough alive to make societies secure; but | |
| security enough to make fellowships accurst: much |
| upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This | |
| news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I | |
| pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke? | |
ESCALUS | One that, above all other strifes, contended | |
| especially to know himself. | 210 |
DUKE VINCENTIO | What pleasure was he given to? | |
ESCALUS | Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at | |
| any thing which professed to make him rejoice: a | |
| gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to | |
| his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous; |
| and let me desire to know how you find Claudio | |
| prepared. I am made to understand that you have | |
| lent him visitation. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | He professes to have received no sinister measure | |
| from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself |
| to the determination of justice: yet had he framed | |
| to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many | |
| deceiving promises of life; which I by my good | |
| leisure have discredited to him, and now is he | |
| resolved to die. | 223 |
ESCALUS | You have paid the heavens your function, and the | |
| prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have | |
| laboured for the poor gentleman to the extremest | |
| shore of my modesty: but my brother justice have I | |
| found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him |
| he is indeed Justice. | |
DUKE VINCENTIO | If his own life answer the straitness of his | |
| proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he | |
| chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself. | |
ESCALUS | I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well. |
DUKE VINCENTIO | Peace be with you! | |
| Exeunt ESCALUS and Provost. | |
| He who the sword of heaven will bear | |
| Should be as holy as severe; | |
| Pattern in himself to know, | |
| Grace to stand, and virtue go; |
| More nor less to others paying | |
| Than by self-offences weighing. | |
| Shame to him whose cruel striking | 240 | |
| Kills for faults of his own liking! | |
| Twice treble shame on Angelo, |
| To weed my vice and let his grow! | |
| O, what may man within him hide, | |
| Though angel on the outward side! | |
| How may likeness wade in crimes, | |
| Making practise on the times, |
| To draw with idle spiders' strings | |
| Most ponderous and substantial things! | |
| Craft against vice I must apply: | |
| With Angelo to-night shall lie | |
| His old betrothed but despis'd; |
| So disguise shall, by the disguised, | |
| Pay with falsehood false exacting, | |
| And perform an old contracting. | |
| Exit. | |