| 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. |
| 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,
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. |
| 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? |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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? |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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.
|
| 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? |
| 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. |
| 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? |
| 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? |
| 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
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;
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. |
| 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
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. |
| 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. |
| 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
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 made 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 despised;
So disguise shall, by the disguised,
Pay with falsehood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting. |
| |
[Exit] |
