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For which the pardoner himself is in :

Duke. O, death's a great disguiser : and you Hence hath offence his quick celerity,

may add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard ; When it is borne in high authority :

and it was the desire of the penitent to be so When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended, bared before his death : you know, the course is That for the fault's love, is the offender friended. - || common. If any thing fall to you upon this, more Now, sir, what news?

than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom Prov. I told you : Lord Angelo, belike, think-1 profess, I will plead against it with my life. ing me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this Prov. Pardon me, good father; it is against my unwonted putting on :' methinks, strangely; for oath. he hath not used it before.

Duke. Were you sworn to the duke, or to the Duke. Pray you, let's hear.

deputy ? Prov. (Reads.) Whatsoever you may hear to Prov. To him, and to his substitutes. the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of Duke. You will think you have made no offence, the clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnardine : l if the duke avouch the justice of your dealing? for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's Prov. But what likelihood is in that? head sent me by five. Let this be duly performid; Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet with a thought, that more depends on it than we since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, inmust yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, tegrity, nor my persuasion, can with ease attempt as you will answer it at your peril.

you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all What say you to this, sir?

fears out of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be and seal of the duke. You know the character, I executed in the afternoon ?

doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you. Prov. A Bohemian born; but here nursed up Prov. I know them both. and bred : one that is a prisoner nine years old.? Duke. The ontents of this is the return of the

Duke. How came it, that the absent duke had|duke ; you shall anon over-read it at your pleanot either deliver'd him to his liberty, or executed sure ; where you shall find, within these two days him? I have heard, it was ever bis manner to do so. || he will be here. This is a thing, that Angelo

Prod. His friends still wrought reprieves for knows not: for he this very day receives letters of him : and, indeed, his fact, till now in the govern- strange tenor ; perchance, of the duke's death; ment of lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful perchance, entering into some monastery ; but, by proof.

chance, nothing of what is writ.-Look, the unDruke. Is it now apparent?

folding star calls up the shepherd : put not yourProv. Most manifest, and not denied by himself. self into amazement, how these things should be :

Duke. Hath be borne himself penitently in all difficulties are but easy when they are known. prison? How seems he to be touch'd ?

Call your (executioner, and off with Barnardine's Prov. A man that apprehends death no more head: I will give him a present shrift, and advise dreadfully, but as a drunken sleep; careless, reck-him for a better place. Yet you are amazed; but less, and fearless of what's past, present, or to this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away; it come; insensible of mortality, and desperately|| is almost clear dawn.

(Exeunt. mortal. Duke. He wants advice.

SCENE III.- Another room in the same. Enter Prov. He will hear none : he hath evermore had

Clown. the liberty of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he would not : drunk many times a day, if | house of profession : one would think, it were mis.

Clo. I am as well acquainted bere, as I was in our not many days entirely drunk. We have very of ten awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, tress Over-done's own house, for here be many of and show'd him a seeming warrant for it: it hath || her old customers. First, here's young master Rash; not mov'd him at all.

he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old Duke. More of him anon. There is written in ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which your brow, provost, honesty and constancy: if i he made five marks, ready money : marry, then, read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me

ginger was not much in request, for the old women

il but in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay my: per, at the suit of master Three-pile the mercer, for

were all dead. Then is there here one master Caself in hazard. Claudio, whom here you have a warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the law some four suits of peach-colour'd satin, which now than Angelo who hath sentenced him: to makell peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young you understand this in a manifested effect, I crave

Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and master Copbut four days respite ; for the which you are to do per-spur, and master Starve-lackey the rapier and me both a present and a dangerous courtesy.



young_Drop-heir that kill'd lusty Prov. Pray, sir, in what?

Pudding, and master Forthright the tilter, and Duke. In the delaying death.

brave master Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild timited ; and an express command, under penalty, the Lord's

sake. Prop. Alack ! how may I do it? having the bour Half-cann that stabb'd Pots, and, I think, forty

more; all great doers in our trade, and are now for to deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the

Enter Abhorson. smallest.

Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Duke. By the vow of mine order, I warrant you, Clo. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be if my instructions may be your guide. Let this bang'd, master Barnardine. Barnardise be this morning executed, and his head Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine! be borne to Angelo Prov. Angelo hath seen them both, and will makes that noise there? What are you?

Barnar. [Within.} A pox o' your throats ! Who discover the favour.

Clo. Your friends, sir; the hangman : you must (1) Spur, incitement. (2) Nine years in prison.

(3) Countenance.

be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death. Both Barnardine and Claudio : Ere twice

Barnar. (Within.) Away, you rogue, away; 1 The sun hath made his journal greeting to am sleepy.

The under generation, you shall find Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that your safety manifested. quickly too.

Proo. I am your free dependant. Clo: Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are Duke.

Quick, despatch, executed, and sleep afterwards.

And send the head to Angelo. (Exit Provost. Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Now will I write letters to Angelo,

Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming ; I hear his | The provost, be shall bear them,-whose contents straw rustle.

Shall witess to him, I am near at home;
Enter Barnardine.

And that, by great injunctions, I am bound
Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?

To enter publicly: hin I'll desire

To meet me at the consecrated fount,
Clo. Very ready, sir.
Barnar. How now, Abhorson? what's the newsBy cold gradation and weal-balanced forin,

A league below the city; and from thence, with you?

We shall proceed with Angelo. Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.

Re-enter Provost. Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all

Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. night, I am not fitted for't.

Duke. Convenient is it: Make a swift return; Clo. O, the better, sir ; for be that drinks all | For I would commune with you of such things, night, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may || That want no ear but yours. sleep the sounder all the next day.


I'll make all speed. Enter Duke.

(Exit. Abhor. Look you, sir, here comes your ghostly

Isab. (Within.) Peace, ho, be bere!

Duke. The tongue of Isabel :-She's come to father; do we jest now, think you ?

know, Duke

. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing If yet her brother's pardon be come hither : how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise | But I will keep her ignorant of her good, you, comfort you, and pray with you. Barnar. Friar, not I; I have been drinking hard When it is least expected.

To make her heavenly comforts of despair, all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains with billets : I will

Enter Isabella. not consent to die this day, that's certain. Duke. O, sir, you must: and therefore, I be

Isab. Ho, by your leave. seech

Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious you, Look forward on the journey you

daughter. shall

go. Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for any || Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?

Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. man's persuasion. Duke. But hear you,

Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the Barnar. Not a word; if you have any thing to

world; say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not 1 His head is off, and sent to Angelo. to-day.


Isab. Nay, but it is not so.

It is no other :
Enter Provost.

Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close pa. Duke. Unfit to live, or die : 0, gravel heart !-

tienoe. After him, fellows; bring him to the block. Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.

[Ereunt Abhorson and Clown. Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. Prov. Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner? Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel !

Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death ; || Injurious world! Most damned Angelo! And, to transport him in the mind he is,

Duke. This nor burts him, nor profits you a jot: Were damnnable.

Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to Heaven.
Here in the prison, father,

Mark what I say; which you shall find,
There died this morning of a cruel fever By every syllable, a faithful verity :
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,

The duke comes home to-morrow ;--nay, dry your A man of Claudio's years; his beard, and head,

eyes; Just of his colour : What if we do omit

One of our convent, and his confessor, This reprobate, till he were well inclin'd; Gives me this instance: Already he bath carried And satisfy the deputy with the visage

Notice to Escalus and Angelo ; Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?

Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, Duke. o, 'tis an accident that Heaven provides ! | There to give up their power. If you can, pace Despatch it presently; the hour draws on Prefix'd by Angelo: See, this be done,

In that good path that I would wish it go; And sent according to cominand; whiles I And you shall have your bosom? on this wretch, Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die. Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,

Prov. This shall be done, good father, presently. And general honour. But Barnardine must die this afternoon :


I am directed by you. And how shall we continue Claudio,

Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give; To gave me from the danger that might come,

'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return : I he were known alive?

Say, by this token, I desire his company Duke. Let this be done ;--Put them in secret || At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours, holds,

I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you

Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo (1) The antipodes. (2) Your heart's desire. Accuse him home, and bome. For my poor sell,

your wisdom

ye well.

I am combined by a sacred vow,

The law against it!-But that her tender shame And shall be absent. Wend' you with this letter :Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, Command these fretting waters from your eyes How might she tongue me? Yet reason daresa With a light heart; trust not my holy order,

her?-no: If I pervert your course. Who's here? For my authority bears a credents bulk, Enter Lucio.

That no particular scandal once can touch, Lucio.

Good even!

But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, Friar, where is the provost?

Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might, in the times to come,

have ta'en revenge, Duke.

Not within, sir. Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine With ransom of such shame.''Would yet he

By so receiving a dishonour'd life, heart, to see thine eyes so red : thou must be patient? I an fain to dine and sup with water and Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,

had liv'd! bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to't : But they say the Nothing goes right; we would and we would not.

(Exit duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of ||SCENE V.-Fields without the town. Enter dark corners had been at home, he had lived. Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter.

(Exit Isabella Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden

[Giving letters. to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot.

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest | And hold you ever to our special drift ; him for.

Though sometimes you do blenchi from this to that, Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house,

And tell him where I stay: give the like notice, Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; 1|| To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

And bid them bring the trunpets to the gate; Duke. You have told me too many of him al-|| But send me Flavius first. ready, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were F Peter.

It shall be speeded well. enough.

(Exit Friar. Lucio. I was once before bim for getting a

Enter Varrius. wench with child.

Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou hast made Duke. Did you such a thing? Lucio. Yes, marry, did I : but was fain to for- || Come, we will walk : There's other of our friends

good haste: gwear it; they would else have married me to the Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. (Exe. rotten medlar.

Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : || SCENE VI.Street near the city gate. Enter Rest you well.

Isabella and Mariana. Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: 'Ir bawdy talk oftend you, we'll have

Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath ; very little of it: Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I would say the truth; but to accuse him so, shall stick.


That is your part: yet I'm advis'd to do it;

He says, to veil fulls purpose. SCENE IV.-Aroom in Angelo's house. Enter


Be rul'd by him. Angelo and Escalus.

Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath dis- || He speak against me on the adverse side,

I should not think it strange : for 'tis a physic, vouch'd2 other.

That's bitter to sweet end. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His

Mari. I would, friar Peter,actions show much like to madness : pray Heaven,

Isab. his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at

0, peace; the friar is come. the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there?

Enter Friar Peter. Escal.

F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an bour

most fit, before his entering, that if any crave redress of injus- Where you may have such vantage on the duke, tice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street? || He shall not pass you : Twice have the trumpets Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a

sounded; despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from de- | The generous10 and gravest citizens vices bereafter, which shall then have no power to Have hent the gates, and very near upon stand against us.

The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away. (Exe. Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house : Give notice to such men of sort and suit,3 As are to meet him.

ACT V. Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well. (Exit.SCENE I.-A public place near the city gate. Ang. Good night.This deed unshapes me quite, makes nie unpreg.

Mariana (veiled,) Isabella, and Peter, aia dis.

tance. Enter at opposite doors, Duke, Varrius, nant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid !

Lords; Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, OffiAnd by an eminent body, that enforc'd

cers, and Citizens.

Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met :(1) Go. (2) Contradicted. (3) Figure and rauk. (4) Calls, challenges ber to do it.

(7) Start off. (8) Availful. (9) Advantage. (5) Credit unquestionable. (6) Utterer. (10) Most noble.

guess not.

(11) Seized.


Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. | In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Ang. $ Escal. Happy return be to your royalBe an arch-villain : believe it, royal prince,

If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. Had I more name for badness.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear Duke.

By mine honesty,
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul If she be mad (as I believe no other,)
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,

Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Forerunning more requital.

Such a dependency of thing on thing,
Ang. You make my bonds still greater. || As e'er I heard in madness.
Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should Isab.

O, gracious duke, wrong it,

Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,

For inequality : but let

your reason serve When it deserves with characters of brass To make the truth appear, where it seems hid; A forted residence, ’gainst the tooth of time,

And hide the false, seems true. And razure of oblivion : Give me your hand,


Many that are not mad, And let the subject see, to make them know Have, sure, more lack of reason.—What would That outward courtesies would fain proclaim

you say? Favours that keep within.--Come, Escalus;

Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio,
You must walk by us on our other hand ;- Condemn'd upon the act of fornication
And good supporters are you.

To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo:
Peter and Isabella come forward.

1, in probation of a sisterhood,

Was sent to by my brother: One Lucio F. Peter. Now is your time ; speak loud, and As then the messenger;-. kneel before him.


That's I, an't like your grace : Isab. Justice, O royal duke! Vaill your regard I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her Upon a wrong'd, I'd fain have said, a maid ! To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo, O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye For her poor brother's pardon. By throwing it on any other object,


That's he indeed. Till you have heard me in my true complaint, Duke. You were not bid to speak. And give me, justice, justice, justice, justice! Lucio.

No, my good lord; Duke. Relate your wrongs: In what? "By whom? | Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Be brief:


I wish you now then ; Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice ; Pray you, take note of it: and when you have Reveal yourself to him.

A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then Isab. O, worthy duke,

Be perfect. You bjd me seek redemption of the devil:

Lucio. I warrant your honour. Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed Mast either punish me, not being believ'd,

to it. Or wring redress from you: hear me, o, hear me, Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. here.

Lucio. Right. Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong She hath been a suitor to me for ber brother, To speak before your time.- Proceed. Cut off by course of justice.


I went Isab.

By course of justice! To this pernicious caitiff deputy. Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken. strange.


Pardon it; Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will 1 | The phrase is to the matter. speak :

Duke. Mended again : the matter :-Proceed. That Angelo's forsworn ; is it not strange?

Isab. In brief,—to set the needless process by, That Angelo's a murderer; is't not strange? How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid, That Angelo is an adulterous thief,

How he retell’ds me, and how I reply'd; A hypocrite, a virgin-violator;

(For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion Is it not strange, and strange?

I now begin with grief and shame to utter : Duke.

Nay, ten times strange. He would not, bui by gift of my chaste body Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo,

To his concupiscible intemperate lust, Than this is all as true as it is strange :

Release my brother; and, after much debatement, Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth My sisterly remorset confutes mine honour, To the end of reckoning,

And I did yield to him: But the next morn bctimes, Duke.

Away with her :--Poor soul, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.

For my poor brother's head. Isab. O prince, I cónjure thee, as thou believ'st Duke.

This is most likely! There is another comfort than this world,

Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true ! That thou neglect me not, with that opinion Duke. By heaven, fonds wretch, thou know'st That I am touch'd with madness : make not im

not what thou speak'st; possible

Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour, That which but seems unlike : 'tis not impos- | In hateful practice :6_First, his integrity sible,

Stands without blemish :-next, it imports no reason, But one, the wicked'st cailiff on the ground, That with such vehemency he should pursue May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute, Faults proper to himself: 'if he had so offended, As Angelo; even so may Angelo,

He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself,

And not have cut him off: Some one hath set you on: (1) Lower. (2) Habits and characters of office. (3) Refuted. (4) Pity. (5) Foolish.

(6) Conspiracy.


some cause

Confess the truth, and say by whose advice


Are you a maid? Thou cam'st here to complain.


No, my lord. Isab.

And is this all ? Duke. A widow then? Then, oh, you blessed ministers above,


Neither, my lord. Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, Duke.

Why, you Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up

Are nothing then :-Neither maid, widow, nor wife! In countenance !-Heaven shield your grace from Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many

of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!

Duke. Silence that fellow : I would, he had Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone :- An officer ! To prison with her :-Shall we thus permit To prattle for himself. A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall

Lucio. Well, my lord. On him so near us? This needs must be a practice. Mari. My lord, I do confess I ne'er was married ; -Who knew of your intent, and coming hither? | And, I confess, besides, I am no maid :

Isab. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. I have known my husband; yet my husband knows Duke. A ghostly father, belike :-Who knows

not, that Lodowick?

That ever he knew me. Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling friar; Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord, no better. For certain words he spake against your grace Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thon In your retirement, I had swing’dı him soundly. wert so too. Duke. Words against me? This' a good friar, Lucio. Well, my lord. belike!

Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. And to set on this wretched woman here

Mari. Now I come to't, my lord : Against our substitute ?-Let this friar be found. She, that accuses him of fornication, Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that In self-same manner doth accuse my husband; friar

And charges him, my lord, with such a time, I saw them at the prison : a saucy friar,

When I'll depose I had him in mine arms,
A very scurvy fellow.

With all th effect of love.
F Peter.
Blessed be your royal grace Ang:

Charges she more than me? I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard

Mari, Not that I know. Your royal ear abus'd: First, hath this woman Duke.

No? you say, your husband. Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute;

Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Who is as free from touch or soil with her, Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, As she from one ungot.

But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. Duke.

We did believe no less. Ang. This is a strange abuse :5--Let's see thy Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of

face. F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy ;) Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,

(Unveiling As he's reported by this gentlenman ;

This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, And, on my trust, a man that never yet

Which, once thou sworist, was worth the looking on: Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace. This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract,

Lucio. My lord, most villanously; believe it. Was fast belock'd in thine : this is the body F. Peter. Well, he in time may come to clear. That took away the match from Isabel, himself;

And did supply thee at thy garden-house, But at this instant he is sick, my lord,

In her imagin'd person. Of a strange fever: Upon his mererequest Duke.

Know you this woman? (Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Lucio. Carnally, she says. Intended 'gainst lord Angelo,) came I hither,


Sirrah, no more. To speak, as from his mouth, what he doth know Lucio. Enough, my lord. Is true, and false ; and what he with his oath, Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this And all probation, will make up full clear,

woman; Whensoever he's convented.First, for this woman And, five years since, there was some speech of (To justify this worthy nobleman,

marriage So vulgariya and personally accus'd,)

Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Her shall you bear disproved to her eyes,

Partly, for that her promised proportions Till she herself confess it.

Came short of composition 16 but, in chief,

Good friar, let's hear it. For that her reputation was disvalued
(Isabella is carried off, guarded; and In levity: since which time of five years,

Mariana comes forward. I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo?-- Upon my faith and honour.
O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools ! Mari.

Noble prince, Give us some seats. -Come, cousin Angelo; As there comes light from heaven, and words from In this I'll be impartial ; be you judge

breath, Of your own cause.—Is this the witness, friar? As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, First, let her show her face; and, after, speak. I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly Mari

. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face, Aswords could make up vows : and, my good lord, Until my husband bid me.

But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house, Duke.

What are you married? He knew me as a wife : As this is true Mari. No, my lord.

Let me in safety raise me from my knees; (1) Beat.

(2) Simple. (3) Convened. (5) Deception. (6) Her fortune fell short. (4) Publicly

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