Measure for Measure: The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.]

SCENE I. _A hall in ANGELO'S house._

_Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, and a _Justice, Provost, Officers_, and other _Attendants_, behind._

_Ang._ We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

_Escal._ Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, 5 Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father! Let but your honour know, Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue, That, in the working of your own affections, 10 Had time cohered with place or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him, 15 And pull'd the law upon you.

_Ang._ 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two 20 Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice, That justice seizes: what know the laws That theives do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't, Because we see it; but what we do not see 25 We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgement pattern out my death, 30 And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.

_Escal._ Be it as your wisdom will.

_Ang._ Where is the provost?

_Prov._ Here, if it like your honour.

_Ang._ See that Claudio Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared; 35 For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. [_Exit Provost._

_Escal._ [_Aside_] Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none; And some condemned for a fault alone. 40

_Enter ELBOW, and _Officers_ with FROTH and POMPEY._

_Elb._ Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a commonweal that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them away.

_Ang._ How now, sir! What's your name? and what's the matter? 45

_Elb._ If it please your honour, I am the poor Duke's constable, and my name is Elbow: I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors.

_Ang._ Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? 50 are they not malefactors?

_Elb._ If it please your honour, I know not well what they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world that good Christians ought to have. 55

_Escal._ This comes off well; here's a wise officer.

_Ang._ Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow?

_Pom._ He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.

_Ang._ What are you, sir? 60

_Elb._ He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.

_Escal._ How know you that? 65

_Elb._ My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,--

_Escal._ How? thy wife?

_Elb._ Ay, sir;--whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,-- 70

_Escal._ Dost thou detest her therefore?

_Elb._ I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.

_Escal._ How dost thou know that, constable? 75

_Elb._ Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.

_Escal._ By the woman's means?

_Elb._ Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone's means: but as she 80 spit in his face, so she defied him.

_Pom._ Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.

_Elb._ Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man; prove it.

_Escal._ Do you hear how he misplaces? 85

_Pom._ Sir, she came in great with child; and longing, saving your honour's reverence, for stewed prunes; sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China 90 dishes, but very good dishes,--

_Escal._ Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir.

_Pom._ No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in the right: but to the point. As I say, this Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great-bellied, and 95 longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; for, as you know, Master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again. 100

_Froth._ No, indeed.

_Pom._ Very well;--you being then, if you be remembered, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes,--

_Froth._ Ay, so I did indeed.

_Pom._ Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be remembered, 105 that such a one and such a one were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you,--

_Froth._ All this is true.

_Pom._ Why, very well, then,-- 110

_Escal._ Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her.

_Pom._ Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.

_Escal._ No, sir, nor I mean it not. 115

_Pom._ Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave. And, I beseech you, look into Master Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas:--was't not at Hallowmas, Master Froth?--

_Froth._ All-hallond eve. 120

_Pom._ Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to sit, have you not?

_Froth._ I have so; because it is an open room, and 125 good for winter.

_Pom._ Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths.

_Ang._ This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause; 130 Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all.

_Escal._ I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.

[_Exit Angelo._

Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?

_Pom._ Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once. 135

_Elb._ I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.

_Pom._ I beseech your honour, ask me.

_Escal._ Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her?

_Pom._ I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face. 140 Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?

_Escal._ Ay, sir, very well.

_Pom._ Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.

_Escal._ Well, I do so. 145

_Pom._ Doth your honour see any harm in his face?

_Escal._ Why, no.

_Pom._ I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the constable's 150 wife any harm? I would know that of your honour.

_Escal._ He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it?

_Elb._ First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman. 155

_Pom._ By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected person than any of us all.

_Elb._ Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! the time is yet to come that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child. 160

_Pom._ Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her.

_Escal._ Which is the wiser here? Justice or Iniquity? Is this true?

_Elb._ O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked 165 Hannibal! I respected with her before I was married to her! If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor duke's officer. Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. 170

_Escal._ If he took you a box o' th' ear, you might have your action of slander too.

_Elb._ Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff? 175

_Escal._ Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in him that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him continue in his courses till thou knowest what they are.

_Elb._ Marry, I thank your worship for it. Thou seest, thou wicked varlet, now, what's come upon thee: thou art 180 to continue now, thou varlet; thou art to continue.

_Escal._ Where were you born, friend?

_Froth._ Here in Vienna, sir.

_Escal._ Are you of fourscore pounds a year?

_Froth._ Yes, an't please you, sir. 185

_Escal._ So. What trade are you of, sir?

_Pom._ A tapster; a poor widow's tapster.

_Escal._ Your mistress' name?

_Pom._ Mistress Overdone.

_Escal._ Hath she had any more than one husband? 190

_Pom._ Nine, sir; Overdone by the last.

_Escal._ Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters: they will draw you, Master Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you. 195

_Froth._ I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.

_Escal._ Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell. [_Exit Froth._] Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your name, Master tapster? 200

_Pom._ Pompey.

_Escal._ What else?

_Pom._ Bum, sir.

_Escal._ Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the 205 Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you.

_Pom._ Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live.

_Escal._ How would you live, Pompey? by being a 210 bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?

_Pom._ If the law would allow it, sir.

_Escal._ But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. 215

_Pom._ Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the city?

_Escal._ No, Pompey.

_Pom._ Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't, then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and 220 the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

_Escal._ There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: it is but heading and hanging.

_Pom._ If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission 225 for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it after three-pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so.

_Escal._ Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find 230 you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you well. 235

_Pom._ I thank your worship for your good counsel: [_Aside_] but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine.

Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade: The valiant heart is not whipt out of his trade. [_Exit._ 240

_Escal._ Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?

_Elb._ Seven year and a half, sir.

_Escal._ I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had 245 continued in it some time. You say, seven years together?

_Elb._ And a half, sir.

_Escal._ Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? 250

_Elb._ Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.

_Escal._ Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. 255

_Elb._ To your worship's house, sir?

_Escal._ To my house. Fare you well. [_Exit Elbow._ What's o'clock, think you?

_Just._ Eleven, sir.

_Escal._ I pray you home to dinner with me. 260

_Just._ I humbly thank you.

_Escal._ It grieves me for the death of Claudio; But there's no remedy.

_Just._ Lord Angelo is severe.

_Escal._ It is but needful: Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; 265 Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: But yet,--poor Claudio! There is no remedy. Come, sir. [_Exeunt._

Notes. II, 1.

6: _fall_] _fell_ Warburton conj. 8, 9, 10: _Let ... That, in the_] _Let ... whom I believe To ... whether in The_ Hanmer. _Let ... whom I believe To ... virtue, and consider This, in the_ Capell. 12: _your_] Rowe (after Davenant) _our_ Ff. 15: _which now you censure him_] _you censure now in him_ Hanmer. _which now you censure him for_ Capell. _where now you censure him_ Grant White. 19: _the_] _a_ Collier MS. 22: _justice seizes_] _justice ceizes_ Ff. _justice seizes on_ Pope. _it seizes on_ Hanmer. _know_] Pope. _knowes_ F1 F2. _knows_ F3 F4. 23: _very_] om. Hanmer, ending lines 21, 22, 23 at _made-- seizes on-- pregnant._ 31: _Sir_] om. Pope. 31: After this line Ff have 'Enter Provost.' 36: [Exit Provost] Rowe. om. Ff. 37: [Aside] S. Walker conj. 38: This line is printed by Ff in italics. 39: _from brakes of ice, and_] _through brakes of vice and_ Rowe. _from brakes of vice, and_ Malone. _from brakes of justice,_ Capell. _from breaks of ice, and_ Collier. _from brakes, off ice and_ Knight conj. 41: SCENE II. Pope. 57: _they_] _you_ Rowe. 78: _uncleanliness_] F1. _uncleanness_ F2 F3 F4. 79: _the_] _that_ Hanmer. 85: [To Ange. Capell. 87: _sir_] om. F4. 88: _distant_] F1. _instant_ F2 F3 F4. 96: _but two_] F1. _no more_ F2 F3 F4. 107: _very_] om. Pope. 113: _me_] om. Pope. _we_ Grant White. 115: _nor_] om. Pope. 117: _into_] _unto_ Collier MS. 120: _All-hallond_] _All-holland_ Pope. 122: _chair, sir_] _chamber, sir_ Capell conj. _chamber_ Anon. conj. 126: _winter_] _windows_ Collier MS. 132: SCENE III. Pope. 186: _you_] _ye_ F4. 194: _hang_] _hang on_ Heath conj. 198: SCENE IV. Pope. 207: _in_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. 214: _nor_] _and_ Pope. 216: _splay_] _spay_ Steevens. 221: _the knaves_] F1. _knaves_ F2 F3 F4. 222: _are_ F2 F3 F4. _is_ F1. 225: _year_] Ff. _years_ Rowe. 226: _year_] F1 _years_ F2 F3 F4. 227: _bay_] _day_ Pope. 234: _Pompey_] om. F4. 237: [Aside] Staunton. 241: SCENE V. Pope. 245: _your_] Pope. _the_ Ff. 260: _home_] F1. _go home_ F2 F3 F4. 267: _There is_] _There's_ Pope.

Scene Ii. _Another room in the same._

_Enter PROVOST and a _Servant_._

_Serv._ He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight: I'll tell him of you.

_Prov._ Pray you, do. [_Exit Servant._] I'll know His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas, He hath but as offended in a dream! All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he 5 To die for 't!

_Enter ANGELO._

_Ang._ Now, what's the matter, provost?

_Prov._ Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?

_Ang._ Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again?

_Prov._ Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, 10 When, after execution, Judgement hath Repented o'er his doom.

_Ang._ Go to; let that be mine: Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared.

_Prov._ I crave your honour's pardon. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? 15 She's very near her hour.

_Ang._ Dispose of her To some more fitter place, and that with speed.

_Re-enter _Servant_._

_Serv._ Here is the sister of the man condemn'd Desires access to you.

_Ang._ Hath he a sister?

_Prov._ Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, 20 And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already.

_Ang._ Well, let her be admitted. [_Exit Servant._ See you the fornicatress be removed: Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for 't.

_Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO._

_Prov._ God save your honour! 25

_Ang._ Stay a little while. [_To Isab._] You're welcome: what's your will?

_Isab._ I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.

_Ang._ Well; what's your suit?

_Isab._ There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; 30 For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war 'twixt will and will not.

_Ang._ Well; the matter?

_Isab._ I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, 35 And not my brother.

_Prov._ [_Aside_] Heaven give thee moving graces!

_Ang._ Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, 40 And let go by the actor.

_Isab._ O just but severe law! I had a brother, then.--Heaven keep your honour!

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: You are too cold; if you should need a pin, 45 You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To him, I say!

_Isab._ Must he needs die?

_Ang._ Maiden, no remedy.

_Isab._ Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. 50

_Ang._ I will not do't.

_Isab._ But can you, if you would?

_Ang._ Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.

_Isab._ But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him.

_Ang._ He's sentenced; 'tis too late. 55

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] You are too cold.

_Isab._ Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again. Well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, 60 The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. If he had been as you, and you as he, You would have slipt like him; but he, like you, 65 Would not have been so stern.

_Ang._ Pray you, be gone.

_Isab._ I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel! should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] Ay, touch him; there's the vein. 70

_Ang._ Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words.

_Isab._ Alas, alas! Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, 75 If He, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.

_Ang._ Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I condemn your brother: 80 Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him: he must die to-morrow.

_Isab._ To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him! He's not prepared for death. Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven 85 With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you; Who is it that hath died for this offence? There's many have committed it.

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] Ay, well said.

_Ang._ The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: 90 Those many had not dared to do that evil, If the first that did the edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed: now 'tis awake, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, 95 Either now, or by remissness new-conceived, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born, Are now to have no successive degrees, But, ere they live, to end.

_Isab._ Yet show some pity.

_Ang._ I show it most of all when I show justice; 100 For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right that, answering one foul wrong. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. 105

_Isab._ So you must be the first that gives this sentence. And he, that suffers. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] That's well said.

_Isab._ Could great men thunder 110 As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder. Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt 115 Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, 120 Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] O, to him, to him, wench! he will relent; He's coming; I perceive't.

_Prov._ [_Aside_] Pray heaven she win him! 125

_Isab._ We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them. But in the less foul profanation.

_Lucio._ Thou'rt i' the right, girl; more o' that.

_Isab._ That in the captain's but a choleric word, 130 Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] Art avised o' that? more on't.

_Ang._ Why do you put these sayings upon me?

_Isab._ Because authority, though it err like others. Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, 135 That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault: if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue 140 Against my brother's life.

_Ang._ [_Aside_] She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare you well.

_Isab._ Gentle my lord, turn back.

_Ang._ I will bethink me: come again to-morrow.

_Isab._ Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. 145

_Ang._ How? bribe me?

_Isab._ Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you.

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] Yon had marr'd all else.

_Isab._ Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Or stones whose rates are either rich or poor 150 As fancy values them; but with true prayers That shall be up at heaven and enter there Ere sun-rise, prayers from preserved souls, From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal.

_Ang._ Well; come to me to-morrow. 155

_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._] Go to; 'tis well; away!

_Isab._ Heaven keep your honour safe!

_Ang._ [_Aside_] Amen: For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross.

_Isab._ At what hour to-morrow Shall I attend your lordship?

_Ang._ At any time 'fore noon. 160

_Isab._ 'Save your honour!

[_Exeunt Isabella, Lucio, and Provost._

_Ang._ From thee,--even from thy virtue! What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I 165 That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, 170 Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie! What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good? O, let her brother live: 175 Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. What, do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, 180 With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid 185 Subdues me quite. Ever till now, When men were fond, I smiled, and wonder'd how. [_Exit._

Notes. II, 2.

SCENE II.] SCENE VI. Pope.

[Transcriber's Note: Pope's Scene VII is not identified. Scene VIII begins at line 161.]

1: _he will_] _he'll_ Pope. 4: _but as offended_] _offended but as_ Grant White. 5: _sects_] _sorts_ S. Walker conj. _of this_] _o' th'_ Hanmer. 9: _dost thou_] om. Hanmer. 12: _Go to_] om. Hanmer. 14: _honour's_] om. Pope. 17: _fitter_] _fitting_ Pope. 22: _Well_] om. Pope. 25: _for't_] _for it_ Pope. _God save_] _'Save_ Ff. 26: _a little_] _yet a_ Pope. 28: _Please_] _'Please_ Ff. _Well_] om. Pope. 30: _And most_] _And more_ Rowe. 32: _must not plead, but that_] _must plead, albeit_ Hanmer. _must now plead, but yet_ Johnson conj. 40: _To fine_] _to find_ Theobald. _faults_] _fault_ Dyce. 46: _more tame a_] _a more tame_ Rowe. 53: _might you_] _you might_ S. Walker conj. 55: _him._] _him?_ Ff. 56: _You are_] _Yo art_ F2. _Thou art_ Collier MS. 58: _back_] F2 F3 F4. om. F1. _Well,_] _and_ Hanmer. _Well, believe_] _Well believe_ Knight. 59: _'longs_] Theobald, _longs_ Ff. _belongs_ Pope. 73: _that were_] _that are_ Warburton. 76: _top_] _God_ Collier MS. 80: _condemn_] _condemns_ Rowe. 82: _must die_] _dies_ Pope. 83: Printed as two lines in Ff, the first ending _sudden_. 85: _shall we serve_] _serve we_ Pope. 92: _the first_] Ff. _the first man_ Pope. _he, the first_ Capell (Tyrwhitt conj.). _the first one_ Collier MS. _but the first_ Grant White. _the first he_ Spedding conj. _the first that_] _he who first_ Davenant's version. _did the edict_] _the edict did_ Keightley conj. 95: _that shows what_] _which shews that_ Hanmer. 96: _Either now_] _Or new_ Pope. _Either new_ Dyce. 99: _ere_] Hanmer. _here_ Ff. _where_ Malone. 104: _Be_] _Then be_ Pope. 107: _it is_] _'tis_ Pope. 108: _it is_] om. Hanmer. 111: _ne'er_] _never_ F1. 113: _Would_] _Incessantly would_ Hanmer. 114: _Heaven_] _sweet Heaven_ Hanmer. 116: _Split'st_] _splits_ F1. 117: _but_] F1. _O but_ F2 F3 F4. _proud_] _weak, proud_ Malone conj. 120: _glassy_] _grassy_ Lloyd conj. 126: _We_] _You_ Collier MS. _cannot_] _can but_ Anon. conj. _ourself_] _yourself_ Theobald (Warburton). 127: _saints_] _sins_ Anon. conj. 129: _i' the right_] _i' th right_ F1 F2. _i' right_ F3 F4. _right_ Pope. _in the right_ Steevens. 132: _avised_] _avis'd_ F1 F2. _advis'd_ F3 F4. _thou advis'd_ Hanmer. _more on't_] _more on't, yet more_ Hanmer. 140: _your_] _you_ F2. 142: _breeds_] _bleeds_ Pope. 149: _shekels_] Pope. _sickles_ Ff. _cycles_ Collier conj. _circles_ Collier MS. See note (VII). 150: _rates are_] Johnson. _rate are_ Ff. _rate is_ Hanmer. 157: _Amen_] _Amen! I say_ Hanmer. See note (VIII). 159: _Where_] _Which your_ Johnson conj. 160: _your lordship_] _you lordship_ F2. _you_ Hanmer. 161: _'Save_] _God save_ Edd. conj. 161: SCENE VIII. Pope. 163: _Ha!_] om. Pope. 166: _by_] _with_ Capell. 172: _evils_] _offals_ Collier MS. 183: _never_] _ne'er_ Pope. 186: _Ever till now_] F1. _Even till now_ F2 F3 F4. _Even till this very now_ Pope. _Ever till this very now_ Theobald. _Even from youth till now_ Collier MS.

Scene Iii. _A room in a prison._

_Enter, severally, DUKE disguised as a friar, and PROVOST._

_Duke._ Hail to you, provost!--so I think you are.

_Prov._ I am the provost. What's your will, good friar?

_Duke._ Bound by my charity and my blest order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison. Do me the common right 5 To let me see them, and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly.

_Prov._ I would do more than that, if more were needful.

_Enter JULIET._

Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine, 10 Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: she is with child; And he that got it, sentenced; a young man More fit to do another such offence Than die for this. 15

_Duke._ When must he die?

_Prov._ As I do think, to-morrow. I have provided for you: stay awhile, [_To Juliet._ And you shall be conducted.

_Duke._ Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?

_Jul._ I do; and bear the shame most patiently. 20

_Duke._ I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on.

_Jul._ I'll gladly learn.

_Duke._ Love you the man that wrong'd you?

_Jul._ Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. 25

_Duke._ So, then, it seems your most offenceful act Was mutually committed?

_Jul._ Mutually.

_Duke._ Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.

_Jul._ I do confess it, and repent it, father.

_Duke._ 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, 30 As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven, Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it, But as we stand in fear,--

_Jul._ I do repent me, as it is an evil, 35 And take the shame with joy.

_Duke._ There rest. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, And I am going with instruction to him. Grace go with you, _Benedicite!_ [_Exit._

_Jul._ Must die to-morrow! O injurious love, 40 That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror!

_Prov._ 'Tis pity of him. [_Exeunt._

Notes. II, 3.

SCENE III.] SCENE IX. Pope. Act III. SCENE I. Johnson conj. 7: _crimes that I may_] _several crimes that I May_ Seymour conj. 9: Enter JULIET] Transferred by Dyce to line 15. 11: _flaws_] F3 F4. _flawes_ F1 F2. _flames_ Warburton (after Davenant). 26: _offenceful_] _offence full_ F1. 30: _lest you do repent_] F4. _least you do repent_ F1 F2 F3. _repent you not_ Pope. 33: _we would not spare_] Ff. _we'd not seek_ Pope. _we'd not spare_ Malone. _we would not serve_ Collier MS. _we'd not appease_ Singer conj. 36: _There rest_] _Tis well; there rest_ Hammer. 39: _Grace_] _So grace_ Pope. _May grace_ Steevens conj. _All grace_ Seymour conj. _Grace go with you_ is assigned to Juliet by Dyce (Ritson conj.). 40: _love_] _law_ Hanmer.

Scene Iv. _A room in ANGELO'S house._

_Enter ANGELO._

_Ang._ When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects. Heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; 5 And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein--let no man hear me--I take pride, 10 Could I with boot change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place, O form, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood: 15 Let's write good angel on the devil's horn; 'Tis not the devil's crest.

_Enter a _Servant_._

How now! who's there?

_Serv._ One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.

_Ang._ Teach her the way. O heavens! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, 20 Making both it unable for itself, And dispossessing all my other parts Of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons: Come all to help him, and so stop the air 25 By which he should revive: and even so The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Must needs appear offence.

_Enter ISABELLA._

How now, fair maid? 30

_Isab._ I am come to know your pleasure.

_Ang._ That you might know it, would much better please me Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.

_Isab._ Even so.--Heaven keep your honour!

_Ang._ Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be, 35 As long as you or I: yet he must die.

_Isab._ Under your sentence?

_Ang._ Yea. _Isab._ When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted 40 That his soul sicken not.

_Ang._ Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's image 45 In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, As to put metal in restrained means To make a false one.

_Isab._ 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. 50

_Ang._ Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly. Which had you rather,--that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness As she that he hath stain'd?

_Isab._ Sir, believe this, 55 I had rather give my body than my soul.

_Ang._ I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt.

_Isab._ How say you?

_Ang._ Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this:-- 60 I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Might there not be a charity in sin To save this brother's life?

_Isab._ Please you to do't, I'll take it as a peril to my soul, 65 It is no sin at all, but charity.

_Ang._ Pleased you to do't at peril of your soul, Were equal poise of sin and charity.

_Isab._ That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit, 70 If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your answer.

_Ang._ Nay, but hear me. Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good. 75

_Isab._ Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.

_Ang._ Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright When it doth tax itself; as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder 80 Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die.

_Isab._ So.

_Ang._ And his offence is so, as it appears, 85 Accountant to the law upon that pain.

_Isab._ True.

_Ang._ Admit no other way to save his life,-- As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question,--that you, his sister, 90 Finding yourself desired of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-building law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either 95 You must lay down the treasures of your body To this supposed, or else to let him suffer; What would you do?

_Isab._ As much for my poor brother as myself: That is, were I under the terms of death, 100 The impression of keen whips I'ld wear as rubies, And strip myself to death, as to a bed That longing have been sick for, ere I'ld yield My body up to shame.

_Ang._ Then must your brother die.

_Isab._ And 'twere the cheaper way: 105 Better it were a brother died at once, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.

_Ang._ Were not you, then, as cruel as the sentence That you have slander'd so? 110

_Isab._ Ignomy in ransom and free pardon Are of two houses: lawful mercy Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

_Ang._ You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; And rather proved the sliding of your brother 115 A merriment than a vice.

_Isab._ O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean: I something do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love. 120

_Ang._ We are all frail.

_Isab._ Else let my brother die, If not a feodary, but only he Owe and succeed thy weakness.

_Ang._ Nay, women are frail too.

_Isab._ Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; 125 Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women!--Help Heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints.

_Ang._ I think it well: 130 And from this testimony of your own sex,-- Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,--let me be bold;-- I do arrest your words. Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; 135 If you be one,--as you are well express'd By all external warrants,--show it now, By putting on the destined livery.

_Isab._ I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Let me entreat you speak the former language. 140

_Ang._ Plainly conceive, I love you.

_Isab._ My brother did love Juliet, And you tell me that he shall die for it.

_Ang._ He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.

_Isab._ I know your virtue hath a license in't, 145 Which seems a little fouler than it is, To pluck on others.

_Ang._ Believe me, on mine honour, My words express my purpose.

_Isab._ Ha! little honour to be much believed, And most pernicious purpose!--Seeming, seeming!-- 150 I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't: Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud What man thou art.

_Ang._ Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, 155 My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Will so your accusation overweigh, That you shall stifle in your own report, And smell of calumny. I have begun; And now I give my sensual race the rein: 160 Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will; Or else he must not only die the death, 165 But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow. Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you, Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. [_Exit._ 170

_Isab._ To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof; Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; 175 Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Though he hath fall'n by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, That, had he twenty heads to tender down 180 On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up, Before his sister should her body stoop To such abhorr'd pollution. Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity. 185 I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [_Exit._

Notes. II, 4.

SCENE IV.] SCENE X. Pope. 2: _empty_] om. Seymour conj. 3: _invention_] _intention_ Pope. 4: _Heaven_] _Heaven's_ Rowe. _Heaven is_ Capell. 5: _his_] _its_ Pope. 9: _fear'd_] _scar'd_ Hanmer. _sear_ Heath conj. _stale_ Anon. conj. See note (IX). 10: _take_] _took_ Seymour conj. 12: _for vain. O place,_] F4. _for vaine. O place,_ F1 F2 F3. _for vane. O place,_ or _for vane o' the place._ Manlone conj. 15: _thou art blood_] _thou art but blood_ Pope. _thou still art blood_ Malone. 17: _'Tis not_] _Is't not_ Hanmer. _'Tis yet_ Johnson conj. 18: _desires_] _asks_ Pope. 21: _both it_] _both that_ Pope. _it both_ Collier MS. 22: _all_] om. Hanmer, who makes lines 19-23 end at _blood, both that, dispossessing, fitness._ 27: _subject_] F1 F2 F3. _subjects_ F4. 28: _part_] _path_ Collier MS. 31: SCENE XI. Pope. 33: _demand_] _declare_ Hanmer. _Your brother_] _He_ Hanmer. 34: _your honour_] _you_ Hanmer. 45: _sweetness_] _lewdness_ Hanmer. 46: _easy_] _just_ Hanmer. 48: _metal_] Theobald. _mettle_ Ff. _means_] _mints_ Steevens conj. _moulds_ Malone conj. 50: _'Tis ... earth_] _'Tis so set down in earth but not in heaven_ Johnson conj. 51: _Say_] _And say_ Pope. _Yea, say_ S. Walker conj. ending lines 50, 51 at _heaven, then I._ 53: _or_] Rowe (after Davenant), _and_ Ff. 58: _for accompt_] _accompt_ Pope. 68: _Were ... charity._] _Were't ... charity?_ Hanmer. _'Twere ... charity._ Seymour conj. 70: _of_] om. Pope. 71: _make it my morn prayer_] _make't my morning prayer_ Hanmer. 73: _your_] _yours_ Johnson conj. 75: _craftily_] Rowe (after Davenant). _crafty_ Ff. 76: _me_] om. F1. 80: _enshield_] _in-shell'd_ Tyrwhitt conj. 81: _mark me_] _mark me well_ Hanmer. 90: _loss_] _loose_ Singer MS. _toss_ Johnson conj. _list_ Heath conj. _force_ Collier MS. 94: _all-building_] Ff. _all-holding_ Rowe. _all-binding_ Johnson. See note (X). 97: _to let_] _let_ Hanmer. 103: _have_] _I've_ Rowe. _I have_ Capell. _had_ Knight. See note (XI). _sick_] _seek_ Johnson (a misprint). 104, 105: Capell (conj.) and Collier end the first line at _must_. 106: _at_] _for_ Johnson conj. 111: _Ignomy in_] _Ignomie in_ F1. _Ignominy in_ F2 F3 F4. _An ignominious_ Pope. 112, 113: _mercy Is nothing kin_] Ff. _mercy sure Is nothing kin_ Pope. _mercy is Nothing akin_ Steevens. See note (XII). 117: _oft_] _very oft_ Hanmer, who ends lines 116, 117 at _me ... have_. 118: _we would_] _we'd_ Steevens. This line printed as two in Ff. 122: _feodary_] F2 F3 F4. _fedarie_ F1. 123: _thy weakness_] _by weakness_ Rowe. _to weakness_ Capell. _this weakness_ Harness (Malone conj.). 126: _make_] _take_ Johnson conj. 127: _their_] _thy_ Edd. conj. 135: _you be_] _you're_ Pope. 140: _former_] _formal_ Warburton. 143: _for it_] Pope. _for't_ Ff. 153: Pope ends the line at _world_. 163: _redeem_] _save_ Pope. 171: _should_] _shall_ Steevens. 172: _perilous_] _most perilous_ Theobald. _these perilous_ Seymour conj. _pernicious_ S. Walker conj. 175: _court'sy_] _curtsie_ Ff. 179: _mind_] _mine_ Jackson conj. 185: Inverted commas prefixed to this line in Ff.