Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lucio,
⌜Provost, Officers, and⌝ Citizens at several doors.DUKE, ⌜to Angelo⌝ My very worthy cousin, fairly met. ⌜To Escalus.⌝ Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.ANGELO, ESCALUS Happy return be to your royal Grace.DUKE 5 Many and hearty thankings to you both. We have made inquiry of you, and we hear Such goodness of your justice that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Forerunning more requital.ANGELO 10You make my bonds still greater.DUKE O, your desert speaks loud, and I should wrong it To lock it in the wards of covert bosom When it deserves with characters of brass A forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time15 And razure of oblivion. Give ⌜me⌝ your hand And let the subject see, to make them know That outward courtesies would fain proclaim Favors that keep within.—Come, Escalus,
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You must walk by us on our other hand.20 And good supporters are you.Enter ⌜Friar⌝ Peter and Isabella.FRIAR PETER, ⌜to Isabella⌝ Now is your time. Speak loud, and kneel before him.ISABELLA, ⌜kneeling⌝ Justice, O royal duke. Vail your regard Upon a wronged—I would fain have said, a maid. O worthy prince, dishonor not your eye25 By throwing it on any other object Till you have heard me in my true complaint And given me justice, justice, justice, justice.DUKE Relate your wrongs. In what, by whom? Be brief. Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice.30 Reveal yourself to him.ISABELLA O worthy duke, You bid me seek redemption of the devil. Hear me yourself, for that which I must speak Must either punish me, not being believed,35 Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here.ANGELO My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm. She hath been a suitor to me for her brother Cut off by course of justice.ISABELLA, ⌜standing⌝ 40 By course of justice!ANGELO And she will speak most bitterly and strange.ISABELLA Most strange, but yet most truly will I speak. That Angelo’s forsworn, is it not strange? That Angelo’s a murderer, is ’t not strange?45 That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
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An hypocrite, a virgin-violator, Is it not strange, and strange?DUKE Nay, it is ten times strange.ISABELLA It is not truer he is Angelo50 Than this is all as true as it is strange. Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth To th’ end of reck’ning.DUKE Away with her. Poor soul, She speaks this in th’ infirmity of sense.ISABELLA 55 O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not with that opinion That I am touched with madness. Make not impossible60 That which but seems unlike. ’Tis not impossible But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute As Angelo. Even so may Angelo, In all his dressings, caracts, titles, forms,65 Be an archvillain. Believe it, royal prince, If he be less, he’s nothing, but he’s more, Had I more name for badness.DUKE By mine honesty, If she be mad—as I believe no other—70 Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing on thing, As e’er I heard in madness.ISABELLA O gracious duke, Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason75 For inequality, but let your reason serve To make the truth appear where it seems hid, And hide the false seems true.DUKE Many that are not mad Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you80 say?
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ISABELLA I am the sister of one Claudio, Condemned upon the act of fornication To lose his head, condemned by Angelo. I, in probation of a sisterhood,85 Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio As then the messenger—LUCIO, ⌜to Duke⌝ That’s I, an ’t like your Grace. I came to her from Claudio and desired her To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo90 For her poor brother’s pardon.ISABELLA, ⌜to Duke⌝ That’s he indeed.DUKE, ⌜to Lucio⌝ You were not bid to speak.LUCIO No, my good lord, Nor wished to hold my peace.DUKE 95 I wish you now, then. Pray you take note of it, and when you have A business for yourself, pray heaven you then Be perfect.LUCIO I warrant your Honor.DUKE 100 The warrant’s for yourself. Take heed to ’t.ISABELLA This gentleman told somewhat of my tale.LUCIO Right.DUKE It may be right, but you are i’ the wrong To speak before your time.—Proceed.ISABELLA 105 I went To this pernicious caitiff deputy—DUKE That’s somewhat madly spoken.ISABELLA Pardon it; The phrase is to the matter.
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DUKE 110 Mended again. The matter; proceed.ISABELLA In brief, to set the needless process by: How I persuaded, how I prayed and kneeled, How he refelled me, and how I replied— For this was of much length—the vile conclusion115 I now begin with grief and shame to utter. He would not, but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust, Release my brother; and after much debatement, My sisterly remorse confutes mine honor,120 And I did yield to him. But the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant For my poor brother’s head.DUKE This is most likely!ISABELLA O, that it were as like as it is true!DUKE 125 By heaven, fond wretch, thou know’st not what thou speak’st, Or else thou art suborned against his honor In hateful practice. First, his integrity Stands without blemish; next, it imports no reason130 That with such vehemency he should pursue Faults proper to himself. If he had so offended, He would have weighed thy brother by himself And not have cut him off. Someone hath set you on. Confess the truth, and say by whose advice135 Thou cam’st here to complain.ISABELLA And is this all? Then, O you blessèd ministers above, Keep me in patience, and with ripened time Unfold the evil which is here wrapped up140 In countenance. Heaven shield your Grace from woe,
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As I, thus wronged, hence unbelievèd go.DUKE I know you’d fain be gone.—An officer!⌜An Officer comes forward.⌝ To prison with her. Shall we thus permit145 A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so near us? This needs must be a practice.— Who knew of your intent and coming hither?ISABELLA One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.⌜Officer exits with Isabella.⌝DUKE A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?LUCIO 150 My lord, I know him. ’Tis a meddling friar. I do not like the man. Had he been lay, my lord, For certain words he spake against your Grace In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.DUKE Words against me? This’ a good friar, belike.155 And to set on this wretched woman here Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.LUCIO But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar, I saw them at the prison. A saucy friar, A very scurvy fellow.FRIAR PETER, ⌜to Duke⌝ 160Blessed be your royal Grace. I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard Your royal ear abused. First hath this woman Most wrongfully accused your substitute, Who is as free from touch or soil with her165 As she from one ungot.DUKE We did believe no less. Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?FRIAR PETER I know him for a man divine and holy,
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Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,170 As he’s reported by this gentleman; And on my trust, a man that never yet Did, as he vouches, misreport your Grace.LUCIO My lord, most villainously, believe it.FRIAR PETER Well, he in time may come to clear himself;175 But at this instant he is sick, my lord, Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request, Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither To speak as from his mouth, what he doth know180 Is true and false, and what he with his oath And all probation will make up full clear Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman, To justify this worthy nobleman, So vulgarly and personally accused,185 Her shall you hear disprovèd to her eyes Till she herself confess it.DUKE Good friar, let’s hear it.— Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!—190 Give us some seats.—Come, cousin Angelo, In this I’ll be impartial. Be you judge Of your own cause.⌜Duke and Angelo are seated.⌝Enter Mariana, ⌜veiled.⌝ Is this the witness, friar? First, let her show ⌜her⌝ face, and after speak.MARIANA 195 Pardon, my lord, I will not show my face Until my husband bid me.DUKE What, are you married?MARIANA No, my lord.DUKE Are you a maid?
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MARIANA 200No, my lord.DUKE A widow, then?MARIANA Neither, my lord.DUKE Why you are nothing, then, neither maid, widow, nor wife?LUCIO 205My lord, she may be a punk, for many of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife.DUKE Silence that fellow. I would he had some cause to prattle for himself.LUCIO Well, my lord.MARIANA 210 My lord, I do confess I ne’er was married, And I confess besides I am no maid. I have known my husband, yet my husband Knows not that ever he knew me.LUCIO He was drunk, then, my lord; it can be no better.DUKE 215For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too.LUCIO Well, my lord.DUKE This is no witness for Lord Angelo.MARIANA Now I come to ’t, my lord.220 She that accuses him of fornication In selfsame manner doth accuse my husband, And charges him, my lord, with such a time When, I’ll depose, I had him in mine arms With all th’ effect of love.ANGELO 225Charges she more than me?MARIANA Not that I know.DUKE No? You say your husband.MARIANA Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,230 But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel’s.ANGELO This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.
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MARIANA My husband bids me. Now I will unmask.⌜She removes her veil.⌝ This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, Which once thou swor’st was worth the looking on.235 This is the hand which, with a vowed contract, Was fast belocked in thine. This is the body That took away the match from Isabel And did supply thee at thy garden house In her imagined person.DUKE, ⌜to Angelo⌝ 240Know you this woman?LUCIO Carnally, she says.DUKE Sirrah, no more.LUCIO Enough, my lord.ANGELO My lord, I must confess I know this woman,245 And five years since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her, which was broke off, Partly for that her promisèd proportions Came short of composition, but in chief250 For that her reputation was disvalued In levity. Since which time of five years I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her, Upon my faith and honor.MARIANA, ⌜kneeling, to Duke⌝ Noble prince,255 As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue, I am affianced this man’s wife as strongly As words could make up vows. And, my good lord,260 But Tuesday night last gone in ’s garden house He knew me as a wife. As this is true, Let me in safety raise me from my knees, Or else forever be confixèd here A marble monument.
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ANGELO 265I did but smile till now. Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice. My patience here is touched. I do perceive These poor informal women are no more But instruments of some more mightier member270 That sets them on. Let me have way, my lord, To find this practice out.DUKE Ay, with my heart, And punish them to your height of pleasure.— Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,275 Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths, Though they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies against his worth and credit280 That’s sealed in approbation?—You, Lord Escalus, Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived.⌜The Duke rises. Escalus is seated.⌝ There is another friar that set them on. Let him be sent for.FRIAR PETER 285 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, ⌜to Provost⌝ Go, do it instantly.⌜Provost exits.⌝290 ⌜To Angelo.⌝ And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, Do with your injuries as seems you best In any chastisement. I for a while295 Will leave you; but stir not you till you have Well determined upon these slanderers.ESCALUS My lord, we’ll do it throughly.⌜Duke⌝ exits.
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Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?LUCIO 300Cucullus non facit monachum, honest in nothing but in his clothes, and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of the Duke.ESCALUS We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him. We shall find305 this friar a notable fellow.LUCIO As any in Vienna, on my word.ESCALUS Call that same Isabel here once again. I would speak with her.⌜An Attendant exits.⌝ ⌜To Angelo.⌝ Pray you, my lord, give me leave to310 question. You shall see how I’ll handle her.LUCIO Not better than he, by her own report.ESCALUS Say you?LUCIO Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance publicly she’ll315 be ashamed.ESCALUS I will go darkly to work with her.LUCIO That’s the way, for women are light at midnight.Enter Duke ⌜as a Friar,⌝ Provost, ⌜and⌝ Isabella,
⌜with Officers.⌝ESCALUS, ⌜to Isabella⌝ Come on, mistress. Here’s a gentlewoman denies all that you have said.LUCIO 320My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of, here with the Provost.ESCALUS In very good time. Speak not you to him till we call upon you.LUCIO Mum.ESCALUS, ⌜to disguised Duke⌝ 325Come, sir, did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? They have confessed you did.DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ ’Tis false.ESCALUS How? Know you where you are?
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DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 330 Respect to your great place, and let the devil Be sometime honored for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? ’Tis he should hear me speak.ESCALUS The Duke’s in us, and we will hear you speak. Look you speak justly.DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 335 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? Then is your cause gone too. The Duke’s unjust Thus to retort your manifest appeal,340 And put your trial in the villain’s mouth Which here you come to accuse.LUCIO This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.ESCALUS, ⌜to disguised Duke⌝ Why, thou unreverend and unhallowed friar, Is ’t not enough thou hast suborned these women345 To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth And in the witness of his proper ear, To call him villain? And then to glance from him To th’ Duke himself, to tax him with injustice?— Take him hence. To th’ rack with him. We’ll touse350 ⌜him⌝ Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose. What? “Unjust”?DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ Be not so hot. The Duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he355 Dare rack his own. His subject am I not, Nor here provincial. My business in this state Made me a looker-on here in Vienna, Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble Till it o’errun the stew. Laws for all faults,360 But faults so countenanced that the strong statutes
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Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop, As much in mock as mark.ESCALUS Slander to th’ state! Away with him to prison.ANGELO, ⌜to Lucio⌝ 365 What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of?LUCIO ’Tis he, my lord.—Come hither, Goodman Baldpate. Do you know me?DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ I remember you, sir, by the sound of370 your voice. I met you at the prison in the absence of the Duke.LUCIO O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the Duke?DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ Most notedly, sir.LUCIO 375Do you so, sir? And was the Duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ You must, sir, change persons with me ere you make that my report. You indeed spoke so380 of him, and much more, much worse.LUCIO O, thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches?DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ I protest I love the Duke as I love myself.ANGELO 385Hark how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses!ESCALUS Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with him to prison. Where is the Provost? ⌜Provost
comes forward.⌝ Away with him to prison. Lay bolts390 enough upon him. Let him speak no more. Away with those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion.⌜Provost seizes the disguised Duke.⌝DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ Stay, sir, stay awhile.ANGELO What, resists he?—Help him, Lucio.LUCIO, ⌜to the disguised Duke⌝ 395Come, sir, come, sir,
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come, sir. Foh, sir! Why you bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you! Show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour! Will ’t not off?⌜He pulls off the friar’s hood, and reveals the Duke.Angelo and Escalus stand.⌝DUKE 400 Thou art the first knave that e’er mad’st a duke.— First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. ⌜To Lucio.⌝ Sneak not away, sir, for the friar and you Must have a word anon.—Lay hold on him.LUCIO 405This may prove worse than hanging.DUKE, ⌜to Escalus⌝ What you have spoke I pardon. Sit you down. We’ll borrow place of him. ⌜To Angelo.⌝ Sir, by your leave. Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence410 That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, And hold no longer out.ANGELO O my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness415 To think I can be undiscernible, When I perceive your Grace, like power divine, Hath looked upon my passes. Then, good prince, No longer session hold upon my shame, But let my trial be mine own confession.420 Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg.DUKE Come hither, Mariana.⌜Mariana stands and comes forward.⌝ ⌜To Angelo.⌝ Say, wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?ANGELO 425I was, my lord.DUKE Go take her hence and marry her instantly.
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⌜To Friar Peter.⌝ Do you the office, friar, which consummate, Return him here again.—Go with him, provost.⌜Angelo, Mariana, Friar Peter, and Provost⌝ exit.ESCALUS 430 My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonor Than at the strangeness of it.DUKE Come hither, Isabel. Your friar is now your prince. As I was then Advertising and holy to your business,435 Not changing heart with habit, I am still Attorneyed at your service.ISABELLA O, give me pardon That I, your vassal, have employed and pained Your unknown sovereignty.DUKE 440 You are pardoned, Isabel. And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Your brother’s death, I know, sits at your heart, And you may marvel why I obscured myself,445 Laboring to save his life, and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, Which I did think with slower foot came on,450 That brained my purpose. But peace be with him. That life is better life past fearing death Than that which lives to fear. Make it your comfort, So happy is your brother.ISABELLA I do, my lord.Enter Angelo, ⌜Mariana,⌝ ⌜Friar⌝ Peter, ⌜and⌝ Provost.DUKE 455 For this new-married man approaching here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wronged Your well-defended honor, you must pardon
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For Mariana’s sake. But as he adjudged your brother—460 Being criminal in double violation Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach Thereon dependent for your brother’s life— The very mercy of the law cries out Most audible, even from his proper tongue,465 “An Angelo for Claudio, death for death.” Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and measure still for measure.— Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested,470 Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage. We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stooped to death, and with like haste.—475 Away with him.MARIANA O my most gracious lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband.DUKE It is your husband mocked you with a husband. Consenting to the safeguard of your honor,480 I thought your marriage fit. Else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your life And choke your good to come. For his possessions, Although by ⌜confiscation⌝ they are ours, We do instate and widow you with all485 To buy you a better husband.MARIANA O my dear lord, I crave no other nor no better man.DUKE Never crave him. We are definitive.MARIANA, ⌜kneeling⌝ Gentle my liege—DUKE 490 You do but lose your labor.—
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Away with him to death. ⌜To Lucio.⌝ Now, sir, to you.MARIANA O, my good lord.—Sweet Isabel, take my part. Lend me your knees, and all my life to come495 I’ll lend you all my life to do you service.DUKE Against all sense you do importune her. Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, Her brother’s ghost his pavèd bed would break And take her hence in horror.MARIANA 500 Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me, Hold up your hands, say nothing. I’ll speak all. They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better505 For being a little bad. So may my husband. O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?DUKE He dies for Claudio’s death.ISABELLA, ⌜kneeling⌝ Most bounteous sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemned510 As if my brother lived. I partly think A due sincerity governed his deeds Till he did look on me. Since it is so, Let him not die. My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died.515 For Angelo, His act did not o’ertake his bad intent, And must be buried but as an intent That perished by the way. Thoughts are no subjects, Intents but merely thoughts.MARIANA 520 Merely, my lord.DUKE Your suit’s unprofitable. Stand up, I say.⌜They stand.⌝ I have bethought me of another fault.—
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Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded At an unusual hour?PROVOST 525 It was commanded so.DUKE Had you a special warrant for the deed?PROVOST No, my good lord, it was by private message.DUKE For which I do discharge you of your office. Give up your keys.PROVOST 530 Pardon me, noble lord. I thought it was a fault, but knew it not, Yet did repent me after more advice, For testimony whereof, one in the prison That should by private order else have died,535 I have reserved alive.DUKE What’s he?PROVOST His name is Barnardine.DUKE I would thou hadst done so by Claudio. Go fetch him hither. Let me look upon him.⌜Provost exits.⌝ESCALUS, ⌜to Angelo⌝ 540 I am sorry one so learnèd and so wise As you, Lord Angelo, have still appeared, Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood And lack of tempered judgment afterward.ANGELO I am sorry that such sorrow I procure;545 And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart That I crave death more willingly than mercy. ’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.Enter Barnardine and Provost, Claudio, ⌜muffled,
and⌝ Juliet.DUKE, ⌜to Provost⌝ Which is that Barnardine?
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PROVOST This, my lord.DUKE 550 There was a friar told me of this man.— Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul That apprehends no further than this world, And squar’st thy life according. Thou ’rt condemned. But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all,555 And pray thee take this mercy to provide For better times to come.—Friar, advise him. I leave him to your hand.—What muffled fellow’s that?PROVOST This is another prisoner that I saved560 Who should have died when Claudio lost his head, As like almost to Claudio as himself.⌜He unmuffles Claudio.⌝DUKE, ⌜to Isabella⌝ If he be like your brother, for his sake Is he pardoned; and for your lovely sake, Give me your hand and say you will be mine,565 He is my brother too. But fitter time for that. By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe; Methinks I see a quick’ning in his eye.— Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well. Look that you love your wife, her worth worth570 yours. I find an apt remission in myself. And yet here’s one in place I cannot pardon. ⌜To Lucio.⌝ You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,575 One all of luxury, an ass, a madman. Wherein have I so deserved of you That you extol me thus?LUCIO Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick. If you will hang me for it, you may, but I had580 rather it would please you I might be whipped.
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DUKE Whipped first, sir, and hanged after.— Proclaim it, provost, round about the city, If any woman wronged by this lewd fellow— As I have heard him swear himself there’s one585 Whom he begot with child—let her appear, And he shall marry her. The nuptial finished, Let him be whipped and hanged.LUCIO I beseech your Highness do not marry me to a whore. Your Highness said even now I made you a590 duke. Good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold.DUKE Upon mine honor, thou shalt marry her. Thy slanders I forgive and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits.—Take him to prison,595 And see our pleasure herein executed.LUCIO Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging.DUKE Slandering a prince deserves it.⌜Officers take Lucio away.⌝ She, Claudio, that you wronged, look you restore.—600 Joy to you, Mariana.—Love her, Angelo. I have confessed her, and I know her virtue.— Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness. There’s more behind that is more gratulate.— Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy.605 We shall employ thee in a worthier place.— Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s. Th’ offense pardons itself.—Dear Isabel, I have a motion much imports your good,610 Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline, What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.— So, bring us to our palace, where we’ll show What’s yet behind ⌜that’s⌝ meet you all should know.⌜They exit.⌝
