Ha, ha! keep time:-how sour sweet music is, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Gro. Hail, royal prince! K. Rich. Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. With much ado, at length have gotten leave That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; Lately came from the king, commands the conK. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [and thee! [beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help! Enter Exton and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude assault? [ment. Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instru[snatching a weapon, and hilling one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [he kills another; then Exton strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.—Exton, thy fierce hand [land. Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die [dies Ext. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have I spilt; O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. [exeunt. SCENE VI. WINDSOR. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke and York, with Lords and Attendants. Bol. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire Our town of Ci'cester in Glostershire; But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: what is the news? [ness. Nor. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiThe next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here. [presenting a paper. Bol. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter Fitzwater. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Per. The grand conspirator, abbot of West minster, With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, Bol. Carlisle, this is your doom: Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a coffin. Ext. Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Bol. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast A deed of slander, with thy fatal band, [wrought Upon my head, and all this famous land. [deed. Ext. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this Bol. They love not poison, that do poison need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, [exeunt MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Vincentio, Duke of Vienna. DRAMATIS PERSONE. Angelo, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence. Elbow, a simple Constable. Froth, foolish Gentleman. Escalus, an antient Lord, joined with Angelo in the Depu- Clown, Servant to Mrs. Over-done. tation. Claudio, a young Gentleman. Lucio, a Fantastic. Two other like Gentlemen. Varrius, a Gentleman, servant to the Duke. Provost. Thomas, Peter, A Justice. two Friars. Abhorson, an Executioner. Barnardine, a dissolute Prisoner.. Isabella, Sister to Claudio. Mariana, betrothed to Angelo. Mrs. Over-done, a Bawd. Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other At endants SCENE-Vienna. ACT I. SCENE I. AN APARTMENT IN THE DUKE'S PALACE. Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords, and Attendants. Duke. ESCALUS,— Esc. My lord. Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you: then no more remains I say, bid come before us Angelo. [exit an Attendant. What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know, we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power: what think you of it? Esc. If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is lord Angelo. Enter Angelo. Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike [touch'd, Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech In our remove, be thou at full ourself; Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus, Ang. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Duke. No more evasion: We have, with a leaven'd and prepared choice, Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord, 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal: there's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the petition well, that prays for peace. 2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Luc. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in metre? Luc. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Luc. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as for example; thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us. 1 Gent. Ay, and more. Luc. A French crown more. 1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me: but thou art full of error: I am sound. Luc. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound, as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee. Enter Bawd. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips ha the most profound sciatica? Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. [dio. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Clau1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so. Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so: I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head's to be chopped off. Luc. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: art thou sure of this? Bawd. I am too sure of it: and it is for getting madam Julietta with child. Luc. Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since; and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. 2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose. 1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation. Luc. Away; let's go learn the truth of it. [exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you? Enter Clown. Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. Bawd. But what's his offence? Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him? Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by Luc. I grant; as there may between the lists him: you have not heard of the proclamation, and the velvet: thou art the list. : 1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet thou art a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? Luc. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. 1 Gent. I think I have done myself wrong; have I not! 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art cainted, or free. Luc. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to→ 2 Gent. To what, I pray? 1 Gent. Judge. 2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a year. have you? Bawd. What proclamation, man? Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. [city? Bawd. And what shall become of those in the Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down? Clo. To the ground, mistress. Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in tho commonwealth! What shall become of me? Clo. Come; fear not you: good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage; there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered. Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? let's withdraw. Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison: and there's madam Juliet. [ex. SCENE III. THE SAME. Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers; Claud. Thus can the demi-god, Authority, Luc. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint? [berty: Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, li- Luc. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprisonment.-What's thy offence, Claudio? Claud. What, but to speak of would offend again. Luc. Lechery? Claud. Call it so. Prov. Away, sir; you must go. Claud. One word, good friend :- Lucio, a word with you. [takes him aside. Luc. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.— Is lechery so look'd after? Claud. Thus stands it with me:- -Upon a true contract, I got possession of Julietta's bed; You know the lady; she is fast my wife, And the new deputy now for the duke,- [wall Luc. I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. Luc. I pray she may: as well for the encourage. SCENE IV. A MONASTERY. [exeunt Enter Duke and Friar Thomas. Fri. May your grace speak of it? Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you (A man of stricture, and firm abstinence,) Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd; Duke. I do fear, too dreadful; |