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I have known my husband; yet my husband knows | That's seal'd in approbation ? - You, lord Escalus, not,
Sit with my cousin ; lend him your kind pains That ever he knew me.
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv'd, Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be There is another friar that set them on ; no better.
Let him be sent for. Duke. For the benefit of silence, would thou F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he wert so too.
indeed, Lucio. Well, my lord.
Hath set the women on to this complaint: Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. Your provost knows the place where he abides, Mari. Now I come to’t, my lord :
And he may fetch him. She, that accuses him of fornication,
Duke. Go, do it instantly. - [Exit Provost. In self-same manner doth accuse my husband; And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, And charges him, my lord, with such a time, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, When I'll depose I had him in mine arms,
Do with your injuries as seems you best, With all the effect of love.
In any chastisement: I for a while Ang.
Charges she more han me? Will leave you ; but stir not you, till you have well Mari. Not that I know.
Determined upon these slanderers. Duke.
No? you say, your husband. Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly. –(Erit. Mari. Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Duke.] Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person ? But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's.
Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in Ang. This is a strange abuse:-Let's see thy face. nothing, but in his clothes ; and one that hath spoke Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. most villainous speeches of the duke.
[Unveiling. Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till be This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
come, and enforce them against him: we shall find Which, once thou swor'st, was worth the looking on: this friar a notable fellow. This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contráct, Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word. Was fast belock'd in thine : this is the body
Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again; That took away the match from Isabel,
[To an Attendant.] I would speak with her : Pray And did supply thee at thy garden-house,
you, my lord, give me leave to question ; you slisil In her imagin’d person.
see how I'll handle her. Duke.
Know you this woman? Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report. Lucio. Carnally, she says.
Escal. Say you? Duke.
Sirrah, no more. Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her Lucio. Enough, my lord.
privately, she would sooner confess: perchance, pubAng. My lord, I must confess, I know this lickly she'll be ashamed.
woman ; And, five years since, there was some speech of
Re-enter Officers, with ISABELLA ; the Duke, in the marriage
Friar's habit, and Provost. Betwixt myself and her ; which was broke off, Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Partly, for that ber promised proportions
Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at Came short of composition ; but, in chief,
midnight. For that her reputation was disvalued
Escal. Come on mistress : [To ISABELLA ] bere's In levity : since which time of five years,
a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke Upon my faith and honour.
of; here with the provost. Mari.
Escal. In very good time: - speak not you to As there comes light from heaven, and words from him, till we call upon you. breath,
Lucio. Mum. As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue,
Escal. Come, sir : Did you set these women on I am affianc'd this man's wife, as strongly
to slander lord Angelo ? they have confess'd you did. As words could make up vows : and, my good lord, Duke. 'Tis false. But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house, Escal. How! know you where you are? He knew me as a wife : As this is true
Duke. Respect to your great place! and let the Let me in safety raise me from my knees;
devil Or else for ever be confixed here,
Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne : A marble monument!
Where is the duke ? 'tis he should hear me speak. Ang.
I did but smile till now; Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
speak : My patience here is touch'd: I do perceive, Look, you speak justly. These poor informal women are no more
Duke. Boldly, at least : But, 0, poor souls, But instruments of some more mightier member, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? That sets them on: Let me have way, my lord, Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone ? To find this practice out.
Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Duke.
Ay, with my heart; Thus to retort your manifest appeal And punish them unto your height of pleasure. And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, Which here you come to accuse. Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou, thy Lucio. This is the rascal ; this is he I spoke of. oaths,
Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd Though they would swear down each particular saint,
friar! Were testimonies against his worth and credit, Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these womer,
To accuse this worthy man ; but, in foul mouth, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
When I perceive, your grace, like power divine, And then to glance from him to the duke himself; Hath look'd upon my passes ; Then, good prince, To tax him with injustice? Take him hence; No longer session hold upon my shame, To the rack with him :- We'll touze you joint by But let my trial be mine own confession : joint,
Immediate sentence then, and sequent deaun, But we will know this purpose : - What ! unjust?
Is all the grace I beg. Duke. Be not so hot; the duke
Come hither, Mariana :: Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Dare rack his own; his subject am I not,
Ang. I was, my lord. Nor here provincial : My business in this state Duke. Go take her hence, and inarry her, inMade me a looker-on here in Vienna,
stantly. Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, Do you the office, friar ; which consummate, Till it o'er-run the stew : laws, for all faults ; Return him here again : Go with him, provost. But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes [Ereunt Angelo, MARIANA, Peter, and Provost. Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,
Escal. My lord, I am more amazed at his disAs much in mock as mark.
honour, Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to Than at the strangeness of it. prison.
Come hither, Isabel: Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior Your friar is now your prince: As I was then Lucio ?
Advertising, and holy to your business, Is this the man that you did tell us of ?
Not changing heart with habit, I am still Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither good-man Attorney'd at your service. bald-pate: Do you know me?
O give me pardon, Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd voice : I met you at the prison, in the absence of Your unknown sovereignty. the duke.
You are pardon'd, Isabel : Lucio. O did you so ? And do you remember And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. what you said of the duke?
Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart; Duke. Most notedly, sir.
And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Lucio. Do you, so, sir ? And was the duke a Labouring to save his life ; and would not rather flesh-monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then re- Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, ported him to be?
Than let him so be lost : O most kind maid, Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me, It was the swift celerity of his death, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke Which I did think with slower foot came on, 60 of him; and much more, much worse.
That brain'd my purpose: But, peace be with him! Lucio. O thou damnable fellow ! Did not I pluck That life is better life, past fearing death, thee by the nose, for thy speeches ?
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, Duke. I protest, I love the duke, as I love myself. So happy is your brother.
Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses.
Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :: Isab.
I do, my lord. Away with him to prison : Where is the provost ?
Duke. For this new-married man, approaching -Away with him to prison ; lay bolts enough upon
here, him : let him speak no more: - Away with those Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd giglots too, and with the other confederate com- Your well defended honour, you must pardon panion. [The Provost lays hands on the DUKE. For Mariana's sake : but as he adjudg'd your Duke. Stay, sir ; stay awhile.
brother, Ang. What! resists he! Help him, Lucio. (Being criminal, in double violation
Lucio. Come, sir ; come, sir ; come, sir ; foh, sir : Of sacred chastity, and of promise-breach, Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must be Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,) hooded, must you ? Show your knave's visage, with The very mercy of the law cries out a pox to you ! show your sheep-biting face, and be Most audible, even from his proper tongue, hang'd an hour! Will't not off?
An Angelo for Claudio, death for death. [Pulls off the Friar's hood, and discovers the DUKE. Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made a Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. duke.
Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested : First, provost, let me bail these gentle three : Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee Sneak not away, sir; [to Lucio. ) for the friar and you
vantage : Must have a word anon: - lay hold on him. We do condemn thee to the very block
Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon ; sit you
[To Escalus. | Away with him. We'll borrow place of him Sir, by your leave : Mari.
O, my most gracious lord,
[To Angelo. I hope you will not mock me with a husband! Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
husband : Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, And hold no longer out.
I thought your marriage fit; else imputatio.., Ang.
O my dread lord, For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choke your good to come : for his possessions, Re-enter Provost, BarxaRDINE, CLAUDIO, and
Duke. Wich is that Barnardine? To buy you a better husband.
This, my lord. Mari.
O, my dear lord, Duke. There was a friar told me of this man :I crave no other, nor no better man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive. That apprehends no further than this world, Mari. Gentle, my liege,
[K'neeling. And squar’st thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d; Duke.
You do but lose your labour ; | But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ; Away with him to death. - Now, sir, [to Lucio.) And pray thee, take this mercy to provide
For better times to come: Friar, advise him ; Mari. O, my good lord ! - Sweet Isabel, take I leave him to your hand. - What muffled fellow's my part ;
that? Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd,
That should have died when Claudio lost his head
[Unmuffles Claudio. Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Duke. If he be like your brother, (to ISABELLA.) And take her hence in horror.
for his sake Mari.
Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand, and say you will be mine,
Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth
Most bounteous sir, I find an apt remission in myself :
[Kneeling. And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon : Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd. You, sirrah, (to Lucio.] that knew me for a fool, As if my brother liv'd : I partly think,
a coward, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserv’d of you,
Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to
the trick: If you will hang me for it, you may, but I His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;
had rather it would please you, I might be whippida And must be buried but as an intent
Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after, That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects ; | Proclaim it, provost, round about the city ; Intents but merely thoughts.
If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, Mari.
Merely, my lord.
(As I have heard him swear himself, there's one
And he shall marry her : the nuptial finish’d,
Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me
to a whore! Your highness said even now, I made Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ?
you a duke; good my lord, do not recompense me,
Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry hier
Remit thy other forfeits :- Take him to prison :
Pardon me, noble lord : And see our pleasure herein executed. I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;
Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing te Yet did repent me, after more advice :
death, whipping, and hanging. For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
Duke. Slandering a prince deserves it. That should by private order else have died,
She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look
Joy to you, Mariana ! - love her, Angelo;
I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue, -
His name is Barnardine. Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness:
We shall employ thee in a worthier place : Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home As you, lord Angelo, have still appear’d,
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's; Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
I have a motion much imports your good; Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure : Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,
What's mine is your's and what is your's is mine :That I crave death more willingly than mercy; So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show 'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon
A Sexton. Don Johx, his bastard brother.
A Friar. CLAUDIO, a young lord of Florence, favourite to
Don Pedro. BENEDICK, a young lord of Padua, favourite likeurise of Don Pedro.
Hero, daughter to Leonato. LEONATO, governor of Messina.
BEATRICE, niece to Leonato. ANTONIO, his brother.
followers of Don John. DOGBERRY,
Messengers, Watch, and Attendants VERGES, two foolish officers.
SCENE, - Messina.
} gentlewomen attending on Hera
SCENE I. — Before Leonato's House. much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weepEnter Leonato, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with
ing? a Messenger.
Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned
from the wars, or no? Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was Arragon comes this night to Messina.
none such in the army of any sort. Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece ? leagues off when I left him.
Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in
Padua. this action?
Mess. O, he is returned, and as pleasant as ever Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name.
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don challenged Cupid at the flight: and my uncle's fool, Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Flo- reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and rentine, called Claudio.
challenged him at the bird-bolt. – I pray you, how Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But remembered by Don Pedro: He hath borne him how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I promised self beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the to eat all of his killing. figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion : he hath, indeed, Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too better bettered expectation, than you must expect of much ; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. me to tell you how.
Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.
Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath there appears much joy in him; even so much, that an excellent stomach. joy could not show itself modest enough, without a Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. badge of bitterness.
Beat. And a good soldier to a lady ; But what Leon. Did he break out into tears?
is he to a lord ? Mess. In great measure.
Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man ; stuffed Leon. A kind overflow of kindness : There are with all honourable virtues. no faces truer than those that are so washed. How Beat. It is so, indeed : he is no less than ,
stuti-o man: but for the stufting – Well, we are certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted : at mortal.
and I would I could find in my heart that I had not Leon. You must not, sir, inistake my niece : a 13r heart : for, truly, I love none. there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Bene- B:nt. A dear happiness to women ; they would dick and her: they never meet, but there is a skir-else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I mish of wit between them.
thank God, and my cold blood, am of your huBeat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last mour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and crow, than a man swear he loves me. now is the old man governed with one: so that if Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestibear it for a difference between himself and his nate scratched face. horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, ap be known a reasonable creature. Who is his com- 'twere such a face as yours were. panion now ? He hath every month a new sworn Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. brother.
Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast Mess. Is it possible?
Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the tongue; and so good a continuer : But keep your next block.
way o' God's name; I have done. Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I books,
know you of old. Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato, But, I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there signior Claudio, and signior Benedick, — my dear no young squarer now, that will make a voyage with friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tell him, him to the devil ?
we shall stay here at the least a month ; and he Mess. He is most in the company of the right heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : noble Claudio.
I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a heart. disease: he is soonei caught than the pestilence, Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be and the taker runs presently mad. God help the forsworn. Let me bid you welcome, my lord : noble Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, it being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured. you all duty. Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.
D. John. I thank you : I am not of many words, Beat. Do, good friend.
but I thank you. Leon. You will never run mad, niece.
Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Beat. No, not till a hot January.
D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go toMess. Don Pedro is approached.
gether. [Errunt all but BENEDICK and Claudio.
Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter Enter Don Pedro, attended by BALTHAZAR and
of signior Leonato ? others, Don John, Claudio, and BENEDICK.
Bene. I noted her not : but I looked on her. D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come Claud. Is she not a modest young lady ? to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to Bene. Do you question me as an honest man avoid cost, and you encounter it.
should do, for my simple true judgment; or would Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the you have me speak after my custom, as being a prolikeness of your grace; for trouble being gone, fessed tyrant to their sex? comfort should remain; but when you depart Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judgment. from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for leave.
a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too 1). Pedro. You cmbrace your charge too wil- little for a great praise : only this commendation I lingly. - I think, this is your daughter.
can afford her; that were she other than she is, she Lemn. Her mother hath many times told me so. were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her ? I do 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 you this with a sad brow? or do you play the floutwould not have his head on her shoulders, for all ing Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, Messina, as like him as she is.
and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, shall a man take you, to go in the song? signior Benedick ; no body marks you.
Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain ! are you that ever I looked on. yet living
Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while she no such matter : there's her cousin, an she were not hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick? possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come beauty, as the first of May doth the last of December.
But I hope, you have no intent to turn husbard ; Rene. Then is courtesy , turn-coat: But it is I have you ?
in her presence.