LUCIO. Enough, my Lord. ANG. My Lord, I must confess I know this woman, And five years since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her: which was broke off, Partly for that her promis'd proportions1 Came short of composition;2 but in chief For that her reputation was disvalu'd In levity: since which time of five years, I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, 211 As there comes light from Heaven, and words from breath, As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife as strongly As words could make up vows: and, my good Lord, He knew me as a wife. As this is true, Let me in safety raise me from my knees; Or else for ever be confixed here, A marble monument! ANG. I did but smile till now! Now, good my Lord, give me the scope of justice: These poor informal women are no more But instruments of some more mightier member, 220 DUKE. 230 240 ACT V Sc. I There is another Friar that set them on: Let him be sent for. FRI. P. Would he were here, my Lord; for he, indeed, Hath set the women on to this complaint. Your Provost knows the place where he abides, And he may fetch him. DUKE. Go, do it instantly. [Exit Provost. And you, my noble and well-warranted Cousin, In any chastisement: I for awhile will leave you, Upon these slanderers. 250 ESCAL. My Lord, we'll do it thoroughly. [Exit DUKE.] LUCIO. Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing 259 ESCAL. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: we shall find this Friar a notable fellow. LUCIO. As any in Vienna, on my word! ESCAL. Call that same Isabel here once again: [to an LUCIO. Not better than he, by her own report. ESCAL. Say you? 310269 LUCIO. Marry, Sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, publicly, she'll be asham'd. Re-enter Officers, with ISABELLA, the DUKE, in the Friar's habit, and Provost. ESCAL. I will go darkly to work with her. LUCIO. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. ESCAL. [to ISABELLA.] Come on, Mistress! Here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. no bair oT LUCIO. My Lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here ACT V with the Provost. ESCAL. In very good time: speak not you to him till we call upon you. LUCIO. Mum. ESCAL. Come, Sir. 281 Did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? They have confess'd you did. DUKE. "Tis false. ESCAL. HOW! know you where you are? DUKE. Respect to your great place, and let the Devil Look you speak justly. DUKE. Boldly, at least! But, O poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox? Good-night to your redress! Is the Duke gone? And put your trial in the villain's mouth, LUCIO. This is the rascal: this is he I spoke of. Is 't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To call him villain? and then to glance1 from him DUKE. Be not so hot: the Duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble But faults so countenanc'd that the strong statutes 290 300 310 Sc. I ANG. What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of? LUCIO. 'Tis he, my Lord. pate do you know me? 321 Come hither, Goodman Bald DUKE. I remember you, Sir, by the sound of your voice: you said of the Duke? DUKE. Most notedly, Sir. And was the Duke a flesh LUCIO. Do you so, Sir? 331 you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse. LUCIO. O, thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches? 339 DUKE. I protest, I love the Duke as I love myself. [The Provost lays hands on the DUKE. DUKE. Stay, Sir; stay awhile. ANG. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio. LUCIO. Come, Sir; come, Sir; come, Sir; foh, Sir! Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Shew your knave's visage, with a pox to you! Shew your sheep-biting face, and be hang'd an hour! Will 't not off? 351 [pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers the DUKE. DUKE. Thou art the first knave that e'er mad'st a Duke. 1 rules for mock penalties exhibited by barbers. 2 harlots. 8 hypocritical. First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three. Sneak not away, Sir; [to LuCIO.] for the Friar and you Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him. LUCIO. This may prove worse than hanging. DUKE. [to ESCALUS.] What you have spoke I pardon: We'll borrow place of him. [to ANGELO.] Sir, by your leave: Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, And hold no longer out. I should be guiltier than my guiltiness To think I can be undiscernible, When I perceive your Grace, like Power Divine, But let my trial be mine own confession : DUKE. Come hither, Mariana: Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? ANG. I was, my Lord. DUKE. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly. Do you the office, Friar; which consummate, 360 370 [Exeunt ANGELO, MARIANA, PETER, and Provost. ESCAL. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour Than at the strangeness of it. ACT V |