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Or else for erer be confixed here,
Escal. How! know you where you are ? A marble monument !
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the Ang I did but smile till now;
devil Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice ; Be some time honour'd for his burning throne :My patience here is touch'd : I do perceive, Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak. These poor informall women are no more
Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you But instruments of some more mightier member,
speak: That sets them on : Let me have way, my lord, Look, you speak justly. To find this practice2 out.
Duke. Boldly, at least :--But, O, poor souls, Duke.
Ay, with my heart; Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? And punish them unto your height of pleasure.- Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone? Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, Then is your cause gone 100. The duke's unjust, Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou, thy || Thus to retortt your manifest appeal, oaths,
And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Though they would swear down each particular which here you come to accuse. saint,
Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of. Were testimonies against his worth and credit, Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd That's sealed in approbation ?-You, lord Escalus,
friar! Sit with my cousin ; lend him your kind pains Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd.- To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, There is another friar that set them on;
And in the witness of his proper ear, Let him be sent for.
To call him villain? F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, And then to glance from him to the duke himself; indeed,
To tax him with injustice?--Take him hence ; Hath set the women on to this complaint :
To the rack with him :-We'll touze you joint by Your provost knows the place where he abides,
joint, And he may fetch him.
But we will know this purpose :-What! unjust ? Duke. Go, do it instantly.-- (Erit Provost Duke. Be not so hot; the duke And you, my noble and well-warranted cousili, Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,3 Dare rack his own ; his subject am I not, Do with your injuries as seems you best,
Nor here provincial :5 My business in this state In any chastisement: I for a while
Made me a looker-on here in Vienna, Will leave you ; but stir not you, till you have Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, well
Till it o'er-run the stew : laws, for all faults; Determined upon these slanderers.
But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.—ExitStand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, Duke.) Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew As much in mock as mark. that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person? Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest
prison. in nothing, but in his clothes, and one that hath Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior spoke most villanous speeches of the duke.
Lucio? Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till Is this the man that you did tell us of? he come, and enforce them against him: we shall Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord.—Come hither, goodman find this friar a notable fellow.
bald-pate : Do you know me? Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.
Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again ; voice : I met you at the prison, in the absence of [To an attendant.] I would speak with her: Pray || the duke. you, my lord, give me leave to question ; you shall Lucio. O, did you so ? And do you remember see how I'll handle her.
what you said of the duke ? Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Duke. Most notedly, sir. Escal. Say you?
Lucio. Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshLucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, him to be ? publicly she'll be ashamed.
Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me,
ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke Re-enter Officers, with Isabella ; the Duke, in the so of him; and much more, much worse. friar's habit, and Provost.
Lucio. O thou damnable fellow ! Did not I pluck
thee by the nose, for thy speeches ? Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Duke. I protest I love the duke, as I love myself.
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, midnight.
after his treasonable abuses. Escal. Come on, mistress : (To Isabella.) here's Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. Away with him to prison :-Where is the provost?
Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon of; here, with the provost.
him; let him speak no more. Away with those Escal. In very good time :--speak not you to giglotse too, and with the other confederate comhim, till we call upon you.
panion. (The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Lucio. Murn.
Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while. Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women on Ang. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio. to slander lord Angelo? ihey have confess'd you Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, did.
sir: Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must Duke. Tis false.
be hooded, must you? Show your knave's visage, (1) Crazy. (2) Conspiracy. (3) To the end. (4) Refer back. (5) Accountable. (6) Wantons
with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, ||Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach,
Thereon dependant, for your brother's life)
Most audible, even from his propers tongue,
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; First, provost, let me bail these gentle three :- Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. Sneak not away, sir; (To Lucio.) for the friar and Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manisfested: you
Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee Must have a word anon :-lay hold on him.
vantage : Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. We do condemn thee to the very block Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon; sit you Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like down.
haste;We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave: Away with him.
O, my most gracious lord, Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, I hope you will not mock me with a husband! That yet can do thee office?! I thou bast, Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
husband : And hold no longer out.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, Ang.
O my dread lord, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life, To think I can be undiscernible,
And choke your good to come : for his possessions, When I perceive, your grace, like power divine, Although by confiscation they are ours, Hath look'd upon my passes :2 Then, good prince,
We do instate and widow you withal, No longer session hold upon my shame,
To buy you a better husband. But let my trial be mine own confession;
O, my dear lord, Immediate sentence then, and sequent3 death, I crave no other, nor no better man. Is all the grace I beg.
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. Duke. Come hither, Mariana :- Mari. Gentle my liege,
[Kneeling Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Duke.
You do but lose your labour : Ang. I was, my lord.
Away with him to death.---Now, sir, [To Lucio.) Duke. Go, take her hence, and marry her instantly.-
Mari. O, my good lord !-Sweet Isabel, take Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
my part; Return him here again :-Go with him, Provost. Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
(Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. || I'll lend you, all my life to do you service. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis. Duke. Against all sense you do importune her : bonour,
Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Than at the strangeness of it.
Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Duke.
Come hither, Isabel : | And take her hence in horror. Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Mari.
Isabel, Advertising, 4 and holy io your business, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me ; Not changing heart with habit, I am still Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. Attorney'd at your service.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults; Isab.
O, give me pardon, And, for the most, become much more the better That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd For being a little bad : so may my husband. Your unknown sovereignty.
0, Isabel! will you not lend a knee? Drike.
You are pardon'd, Isabel : Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Most bounteous sir, Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart;
(Kneeling And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, Labouring to save his life; and would not rather As if my brother liv'd: I partly think, Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power,
A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid,
Till he did look on me; since it is so, It was the swift celerity of his death,
Let him not die: My brother had but justice,
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Intents but merely thoughts. Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Mari.
Merely, my lord. Isab. I do, my lord.
Duke. Your suit's unprofitable ; stand up, I say.Duke. For this new-married man, approaching ||Prorost, how came it
, Claudio was beheaded
I have bethought me of another fault :here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
At an unusual hour? Your well-defended honour, you must pardon
It was commanded so. For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your
Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed? brother
Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private mes(Being criminal, in double violation
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office (1) Service.
(2) Devices. (3) Following (4) Attentire. (5) Angelo's own tongue.
(6) Reason and affection
Give up your keys.
Let him be whipp'd and hang'd. Prov.
Pardon me, noble lord: Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry I thought it was a fault, but knew it not ; me to a whore! Your highness said even now, I Yet did repent me, after more advice : 1
made you a duke: good my lord, do not recomFor testimony whereof, one in the prison
pense me, in making me a cuckold. That should by private order else have died, Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. I have reserv'd alive.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits : 5_ Take him to prison : Prov.
His name is Barnardine. And see our pleasure herein executed. Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio.- Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to Go, fetch him hither ; let me look upon him. death, whipping, and hanging
Erit Provost. Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.-
lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Joy to you, Mariana !--love her, Angelo; Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.-And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness:
Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure : There's more behind, that is more gratulate & And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy; That I crave death more willingly than mercy: We shall employ thee in a worthier place :'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
l'orgive him, Angelo, that brought you home Re-enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Juliet. || The offence pardons itself.-
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's; Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
I have a motion much imports your good; Prov.
This, my lord. | Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, Duke. There was a friar told me of this man :- What's mine is yours, and what is yours 19 mine: Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show That apprehends no further than this world, What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd;
(Exeunt. But, for those early faults, I quit them all; And pray thee, take this mercy to provide For better times to come : Friar, advise him; I leave him to your band.-What muffled fellow's The novel of Giraldi Cinthio, from which Shak. that?
speare is supposed to have borrowed this fable, may Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, be read in Shak peare Illustrated, elegantly transThat should have died when Claudio lost his head ;lated, with remarks which will assist the inquirer As like almost to Claudio, as himself.
to discover how much absurdity Shakspeare has ad.
[Unmuffles Claudio.mitted or avoided. Duke. If he be like your brother, (To Isabella.) I cannot but suspect that some other had new. for his sake
modelled the novel of Cinthio, or written a story Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake, which in some particulars resembled it, and that Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, Cinthio was not the author whom Shakspeare im. He is my brother too: But fitter time for that. mediately followed. The emperor in Cinthio is By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe : named Maximine : the duke, in Shakspeare's enuMethinks, I see a quickening in his eye :- meration of the persons of the drama, is called VinWell, Angelo, your evil quits? you well : centio. This appears a very slight remark; but Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth || since the duke has no name in the play, nor is ever yours.
mentioned but by his title, why should he be called I find an apt remission in myself:
Vincentio among the persons, but because the name And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ; was copied from the story, and placed superfluYou, sirrah, [To Lucio.) that knew me for a fool, aously at the head of the list
, by the mere habit of coward,
transcription? It is therefore likely that there was One all of luxury,3 an ass, a madman;
then a story of Vincentio duke of Vienna, different Wherein have I so deserv'd of you,
from that of Maximine emperor of the Romans. That you extol me thus ?
Of this play, the light or comic part is very natuLucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according || ral and pleasing, but the grave scenes, if a few pasto the trick :4 If you will hang me for it, you may, || sages be excepted, have more labour than elegance. but I had rather it would please you, I might be the plot is rather intricate than artful. The time whipp'd.
of the action is indefinite : some time, we know not Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after.- how inuch, must have elapsed between the recess Proclaim it, provost
, round about the city; of the duke and the imprisonment of Claudio; for If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow he must have learned the story of Mariana in his (As I have heard him swear himself, there's one disguise, or he delegated his power to a man alWhom he begot with child,) let her appear, ready known to be corrupted. The unities of action And he shall marry her: the nuptial finishid, and place are sufficiently preserved.
JOHNSON (1) Consideration. (2) Requites. (3) Incontinenc (4) Thoughtless practice. (5) Punishments. (6) To reward.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon.
A Sexton. Don John, his bastard brother.
A Friar. Claudio, a young lord of Florence, favourite to A Boy.
Don Pedro. Benedick, a young lord of Padua, favourite like- Hero, daughter to Leonato. wise of Don Pedro.
Beatrice, niece to Leonato. Leonato, governor of Messina.
Messengers, watch, and attendants.
two foolish officers. Verges,
} gentlewomen attending on Hero.
Mess. O, he is returned ; and as pleasant ag ever he was.
Beal. He set SCENE 1.–Before Leonato's house. Enter Leo-||challenged Cupid at the flight :3 and my uncle's
his bills here in Messina, and
P nato, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with a Mes-fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, senger.
und challenged him at the bird-bolt.--I pray you, Leonato.
bow many hath he killed and eaten in these wars?
But how inany hath he killed? for, indeed, I proI LEARN in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arra-mised to eat all of his killing. gon, comes this night to Messina.
Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three much; but he'll be meeti with you, I doubt it not. leagues off when I left him.
Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in wars. this action?
Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiev. hath an excellent stomach. er brings home full numbers. I find here, that Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Beat. And a good soldier to a lady ;-But what Florentine, called Claudio.
is he to a lord ? Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed remembered by Don Pedro: he hath borne him- with all honourable virtues. self beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the Beal. It is so, indeed; be is no less than a stuffed figure of a lamb, the feats a lion: he hath, in-man:but for the stuffing,-Well, we are all mortal. deed, better bettered expectation, than you must Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece : there expect of me to tell you how.
is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be and her: they never meet, but there is a skirmish very inuch glad of it.
of wit between them. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last there appears much joy in him; even so much, || conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, that joy could not show itself modest enough, with and now is the whole man governed with one : 80 out a badge of bitterness.
thai if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, Leon. Did he break out into tears?
let him bear it for a difference between himself and Mess. In great measure.2
his horse : for it is all the wealth that he hath left, Leon. A kind overflow of kindness : There are to be known a reasonable creature.- Who is his no faces truer than those that are so washed. How companion now? He hath every month a new much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at sworn brother. weeping?
Mess. Is it possible? Beal. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but from the wars, or no?
as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there next block.6 was none such in the army of any sort.
Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece ? books.
Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. Padua.
But, I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there no (1) Kind. (2) Abundance. (3) Aulong lengths. (4) Even. (5) A cuckold (6) Mould for a hat. young squarer' now, that will make a voyage with ||heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : him to the devil ?
I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his Mess. He is most in the company of the right|heart. noble Claudio.
Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a dis- ||forsworn.—Let me bid you welcome, my lord : ease : he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble you all duty, Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, it will D. John. I thank you : I am not of many words, cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.
but I thank you. Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Beat. Do, good friend.
D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go toLeon. You will never run mad, niece. Igether. (Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio. Beat. No, not till a hot January:
Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter Mess. Don Pedro is approached.
of signior Leonato? Enter Don Pedro, attended by Balthazar, and
Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. others, Don John, Claudio, and Benedick.
Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?
Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come should do, for my simple true judgment; or would to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to you have me speak after my custom, as being a proavoid cost, and you encounter it.
fessed tyrant io their sex? Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judg. likeness of your grace: for trouble being gone, comment. fort should remain ; but, when you depart from me, Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for a sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave. high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too lit.
D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too willing- ||tle for a great praise : only this commendation I can ly. I think, this is your daughter.
afford her; that were she other than she is, she were Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. | unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? || not like her.
Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport; I pray a child.
thee tell me truly how thou likest her? D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, her? the lady fathers herself :-Be happy, lady! for you Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? are like an honourable father.
Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would you this with a sad brow? or do you play the toutnot have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina, ing jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and as like him as she is.
Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall Beat. I wonder, that you will still be talking, || a man take you, to go in the song? signior Benedick; no body marks
Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain! are you get ever I looked on. living?
Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while no such matter: there's her cousin, an she were not she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Bene- || possessed with a fury, exceeds ber as much in dick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if beauty, as the first of May doth the last of Decemyou come in her presence.
ber. But I hope you have no intent to turn husBene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat:-But it is band; have you? certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had and I would I could find in my heart that I had not sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.
Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not the Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would world one man, but he will wear his cap with else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threethank God, and my cold blood, I amn of your hu- score again ? Go to, i'faith ; an thou wilt needs mour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, crow, than a man swear he loves me.
and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is reBene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! || turned to seek you. 80 some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predesti
Re-enter Don Pedro. nate scratched face.
Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that 'twere such a face as yours were.
you followed not to Leonato's ? Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. Bene. I would, your grace would constrain . Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast to tell. of yours.
D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your Bene. You hear, count Claudio: I can be ser et tongue; and so good a continuer : But keep your as a dumb man, I would have you think so; bu un way o'God's name; I have done.
my allegiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance:Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know He is in love. With who?—now that is your grace's
part.--Mark, how short his answer is :-With Hero, D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato,-|Leonato's short daughter. signior Claudio, and signior Benedick, --my dear Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. friend Leonato, hath invited you all. I tell him, we Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, nor sball stay here at the least a month; and be 'twas not so ; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so,
Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God (1) Quarrelsome fellow. (2) Trust. sorbid it should be otherwise.
you of old.