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+Provost:
+But what likelihood is in that?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see
+you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor
+persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go
+further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you.
+Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the
+duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the
+signet is not strange to you.
+
+Provost:
+I know them both.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+The contents of this is the return of the duke: you
+shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you
+shall find, within these two days he will be here.
+This is a thing that Angelo knows not; for he this
+very day receives letters of strange tenor;
+perchance of the duke's death; perchance entering
+into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what
+is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the
+shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how these
+things should be: all difficulties are but easy
+when they are known. Call your executioner, and off
+with Barnardine's head: I will give him a present
+shrift and advise him for a better place. Yet you
+are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you.
+Come away; it is almost clear dawn.
+
+POMPEY:
+I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house
+of profession: one would think it were Mistress
+Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old
+customers. First, here's young Master Rash; he's in
+for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger,
+ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which he made
+five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not
+much in request, for the old women were all dead.
+Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of
+Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four suits of
+peach-coloured satin, which now peaches him a
+beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young
+Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master
+Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young
+Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master
+Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shooty the
+great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed
+Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in
+our trade, and are now 'for the Lord's sake.'
+
+ABHORSON:
+Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
+
+POMPEY:
+Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
+Master Barnardine!
+
+ABHORSON:
+What, ho, Barnardine!
+
+BARNARDINE:
+
+POMPEY:
+Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so
+good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
+
+BARNARDINE:
+
+ABHORSON:
+Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
+
+POMPEY:
+Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are
+executed, and sleep afterwards.
+
+ABHORSON:
+Go in to him, and fetch him out.
+
+POMPEY:
+He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.
+
+ABHORSON:
+Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
+
+POMPEY:
+Very ready, sir.
+
+BARNARDINE:
+How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?
+
+ABHORSON:
+Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
+prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.
+
+BARNARDINE:
+You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not
+fitted for 't.
+
+POMPEY:
+O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,
+and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the
+sounder all the next day.
+
+ABHORSON:
+Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
+we jest now, think you?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
+you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort
+you and pray with you.
+
+BARNARDINE:
+Friar, not I I have been drinking hard all night,
+and I will have more time to prepare me, or they
+shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not
+consent to die this day, that's certain.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
+Look forward on the journey you shall go.
+
+BARNARDINE:
+I swear I will not die to-day for any man's
+persuasion.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+But hear you.
+
+BARNARDINE:
+Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me,
+come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart!
+After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
+
+Provost:
+Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+A creature unprepared, unmeet for death;
+And to transport him in the mind he is
+Were damnable.
+
+Provost:
+Here in the prison, father,
+There died this morning of a cruel fever
+One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
+A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head
+Just of his colour. What if we do omit
+This reprobate till he were well inclined;
+And satisfy the deputy with the visage
+Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides!
+Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on
+Prefix'd by Angelo: see this be done,
+And sent according to command; whiles I
+Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.
+
+Provost:
+This shall be done, good father, presently.
+But Barnardine must die this afternoon:
+And how shall we continue Claudio,
+To save me from the danger that might come
+If he were known alive?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Let this be done.
+Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio:
+Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting
+To the under generation, you shall find
+Your safety manifested.
+
+Provost:
+I am your free dependant.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo.
+Now will I write letters to Angelo,--
+The provost, he shall bear them, whose contents
+Shall witness to him I am near at home,
+And that, by great injunctions, I am bound
+To enter publicly: him I'll desire
+To meet me at the consecrated fount
+A league below the city; and from thence,
+By cold gradation and well-balanced form,
+We shall proceed with Angelo.
+
+Provost:
+Here is the head; I'll carry it myself.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Convenient is it. Make a swift return;
+For I would commune with you of such things
+That want no ear but yours.
+
+Provost:
+I'll make all speed.
+
+ISABELLA:
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+The tongue of Isabel. She's come to know
+If yet her brother's pardon be come hither:
+But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
+To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
+When it is least expected.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Ho, by your leave!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
+
+ISABELLA:
+The better, given me by so holy a man.
+Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+He hath released him, Isabel, from the world:
+His head is off and sent to Angelo.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Nay, but it is not so.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter,
+In your close patience.
+
+ISABELLA:
+O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+You shall not be admitted to his sight.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
+Injurious world! most damned Angelo!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot;
+Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
+Mark what I say, which you shall find
+By every syllable a faithful verity:
+The duke comes home to-morrow; nay, dry your eyes;
+One of our convent, and his confessor,
+Gives me this instance: already he hath carried
+Notice to Escalus and Angelo,
+Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
+There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom
+In that good path that I would wish it go,
+And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
+Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
+And general honour.
+
+ISABELLA:
+I am directed by you.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+This letter, then, to Friar Peter give;
+'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return:
+Say, by this token, I desire his company
+At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause and yours
+I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you
+Before the duke, and to the head of Angelo
+Accuse him home and home. For my poor self,
+I am combined by a sacred vow
+And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter:
+Command these fretting waters from your eyes
+With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
+If I pervert your course. Who's here?
+
+LUCIO:
+Good even. Friar, where's the provost?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Not within, sir.
+
+LUCIO:
+O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see
+thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain
+to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for
+my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set
+me to 't. But they say the duke will be here
+to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother:
+if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been
+at home, he had lived.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your
+reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
+
+LUCIO:
+Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do:
+he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
+
+LUCIO:
+Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee
+I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+You have told me too many of him already, sir, if
+they be true; if not true, none were enough.
+
+LUCIO:
+I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Did you such a thing?
+
+LUCIO:
+Yes, marry, did I but I was fain to forswear it;
+they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Sir, your company is fairer than honest. Rest you well.
+
+LUCIO:
+By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end:
+if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of
+it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
+
+ESCALUS:
+Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.
+
+ANGELO:
+In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions
+show much like to madness: pray heaven his wisdom be
+not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and
+redeliver our authorities there
+
+ESCALUS:
+I guess not.
+
+ANGELO:
+And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his
+entering, that if any crave redress of injustice,
+they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
+
+ESCALUS:
+He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of
+complaints, and to deliver us from devices
+hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand
+against us.
+
+ANGELO:
+Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed betimes
+i' the morn; I'll call you at your house: give
+notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet
+him.
+
+ESCALUS:
+I shall, sir. Fare you well.
+
+ANGELO:
+Good night.
+This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant
+And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!
+And by an eminent body that enforced
+The law against it! But that her tender shame
+Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
+How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no;
+For my authority bears of a credent bulk,
+That no particular scandal once can touch
+But it confounds the breather. He should have lived,
+Save that riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
+Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge,
+By so receiving a dishonour'd life
+With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived!
+A lack, when once our grace we have forgot,
+Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+These letters at fit time deliver me
+The provost knows our purpose and our plot.
+The matter being afoot, keep your instruction,
+And hold you ever to our special drift;
+Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,
+As cause doth minister. Go call at Flavius' house,
+And tell him where I stay: give the like notice
+To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus,
+And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
+But send me Flavius first.
+
+FRIAR PETER:
+It shall be speeded well.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste:
+Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends
+Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.
+
+ISABELLA:
+To speak so indirectly I am loath:
+I would say the truth; but to accuse him so,
+That is your part: yet I am advised to do it;
+He says, to veil full purpose.
+
+MARIANA:
+Be ruled by him.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Besides, he tells me that, if peradventure
+He speak against me on the adverse side,
+I should not think it strange; for 'tis a physic
+That's bitter to sweet end.
+
+MARIANA:
+I would Friar Peter--
+
+ISABELLA:
+O, peace! the friar is come.
+
+FRIAR PETER:
+Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
+Where you may have such vantage on the duke,
+He shall not pass you. Twice have the trumpets sounded;
+The generous and gravest citizens
+Have hent the gates, and very near upon
+The duke is entering: therefore, hence, away!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
+Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.
+
+ANGELO:
+Happy return be to your royal grace!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+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:
+You make my bonds still greater.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+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 time
+And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
+And let the subject see, to make them know
+That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
+Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
+You must walk by us on our other hand;
+And good supporters are you.
+
+FRIAR PETER:
+Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
+Upon a wrong'd, I would fain have said, a maid!
+O worthy prince, dishonour not your eye
+By throwing it on any other object
+Till you have heard me in my true complaint
+And given me justice, justice, justice, justice!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief.
+Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice:
+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,
+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:
+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?
+That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
+An hypocrite, a virgin-violator;
+Is it not strange and strange?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Nay, it is ten times strange.
+
+ISABELLA:
+It is not truer he is Angelo
+Than this is all as true as it is strange:
+Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
+To the end of reckoning.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Away with her! Poor soul,
+She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
+
+ISABELLA:
+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 touch'd with madness! Make not impossible
+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, characts, titles, forms,
+Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
+If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
+Had I more name for badness.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+By mine honesty,
+If she be mad,--as I believe no other,--
+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 reason
+For inequality; but let your reason serve
+To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
+And hide the false seems true.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Many that are not mad
+Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would you say?
+
+ISABELLA:
+I am the sister of one Claudio,
+Condemn'd upon the act of fornication
+To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo:
+I, in probation of a sisterhood,
+Was sent to by my brother; one Lucio
+As then the messenger,--
+
+LUCIO:
+That's I, an't like your grace:
+I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
+To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
+For her poor brother's pardon.
+
+ISABELLA:
+That's he indeed.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+You were not bid to speak.
+
+LUCIO:
+No, my good lord;
+Nor wish'd to hold my peace.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+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 honour.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+The warrants for yourself; take heed to't.
+
+ISABELLA:
+This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,--
+
+LUCIO:
+Right.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+It may be right; but you are i' the wrong
+To speak before your time. Proceed.
+
+ISABELLA:
+I went
+To this pernicious caitiff deputy,--
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+That's somewhat madly spoken.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Pardon it;
+The phrase is to the matter.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Mended again. The matter; proceed.
+
+ISABELLA:
+In brief, to set the needless process by,
+How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd,
+How he refell'd me, and how I replied,--
+For this was of much length,--the vile conclusion
+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 honour,
+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 VINCENTIO:
+This is most likely!
+
+ISABELLA:
+O, that it were as like as it is true!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak'st,
+Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour
+In hateful practise. First, his integrity
+Stands without blemish. Next, it imports no reason
+That with such vehemency he should pursue
+Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended,
+He would have weigh'd thy brother by himself
+And not have cut him off. Some one hath set you on:
+Confess the truth, and say by whose advice
+Thou camest here to complain.
+
+ISABELLA:
+And is this all?
+Then, O you blessed ministers above,
+Keep me in patience, and with ripen'd time
+Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up
+In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe,
+As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+I know you'ld fain be gone. An officer!
+To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
+A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
+On him so near us? This needs must be a practise.
+Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?
+
+ISABELLA:
+One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?
+
+LUCIO:
+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 VINCENTIO:
+Words against me? this is a good friar, belike!
+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:
+Blessed 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 her
+As she from one ungot.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+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;
+Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,
+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 villanously; believe it.
+
+FRIAR PETER:
+Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
+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 know
+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,
+Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
+Till she herself confess it.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Good friar, let's hear it.
+Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
+O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
+Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
+In this I'll be impartial; be you judge
+Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
+First, let her show her face, and after speak.
+
+MARIANA:
+Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
+Until my husband bid me.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+What, are you married?
+
+MARIANA:
+No, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Are you a maid?
+
+MARIANA:
+No, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+A widow, then?
+
+MARIANA:
+Neither, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?
+
+LUCIO:
+My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
+neither maid, widow, nor wife.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
+To prattle for himself.
+
+LUCIO:
+Well, my lord.
+
+MARIANA:
+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 VINCENTIO:
+For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!
+
+LUCIO:
+Well, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+This is no witness for Lord Angelo.
+
+MARIANA:
+Now I come to't my lord
+She that accuses him of fornication,
+In self-same 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 the effect of love.
+
+ANGELO:
+Charges she more than me?
+
+MARIANA:
+Not that I know.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+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,
+But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel's.
+
+ANGELO:
+This is a strange abuse. Let's see thy face.
+
+MARIANA:
+My husband bids me; now I will unmask.
+This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
+Which once thou sworest was worth the looking on;
+This is the hand which, with a vow'd contract,
+Was fast belock'd 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 VINCENTIO:
+Know you this woman?
+
+LUCIO:
+Carnally, she says.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Sirrah, no more!
+
+LUCIO:
+Enough, my lord.
+
+ANGELO:
+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 promised proportions
+Came short of composition, but in chief
+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 honour.
+
+MARIANA:
+Noble prince,
+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,
+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 for ever be confixed here,
+A marble monument!
+
+ANGELO:
+I did but smile till now:
+Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice
+My patience here is touch'd. I do perceive
+These poor informal women are no more
+But instruments of some more mightier member
+That sets them on: let me have way, my lord,
+To find this practise out.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Ay, with my heart
+And punish them to your height of pleasure.
+Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
+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 credit
+That's seal'd in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
+Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
+To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived.
+There is another friar that set them on;
+Let him be sent for.
+
+FRIAR PETER:
+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 VINCENTIO:
+Go do it instantly.
+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 while will leave you;
+But stir not you till you have well determined
+Upon these slanderers.
+
+ESCALUS:
+My lord, we'll do it throughly.
+Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
+Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?
+
+LUCIO:
+'Cucullus non facit monachum:' honest in nothing
+but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
+villanous speeches of the duke.
+
+ESCALUS:
+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.
+
+ESCALUS:
+Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
+Pray you, my lord, give me leave to 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'll be ashamed.
+
+ESCALUS:
+I will go darkly to work with her.
+
+LUCIO:
+That's the way; for women are light at midnight.
+
+ESCALUS:
+Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all
+that you have said.
+
+LUCIO:
+My 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:
+Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
+Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+'Tis false.
+
+ESCALUS:
+How! know you where you are?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Respect to your great place! and let the devil
+Be sometime honour'd 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 VINCENTIO:
+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,
+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:
+Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar,
+Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women
+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 the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
+Take him hence; to the rack with him! We'll touse you
+Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
+What 'unjust'!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Be not so hot; the duke
+Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
+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'er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
+But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
+Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,
+As much in mock as mark.
+
+ESCALUS:
+Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!
+
+ANGELO:
+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 VINCENTIO:
+I remember you, sir, by the sound of 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 VINCENTIO:
+Most notedly, sir.
+
+LUCIO:
+Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a
+fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+You must, sir, change persons with me, ere 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?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+I protest I love the duke as I love myself.
+
+ANGELO:
+Hark, 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? Away with him
+to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
+speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
+with the other confederate companion!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+
+ANGELO:
+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? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you!
+show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
+Will't not off?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Thou art the first knave that e'er madest a duke.
+First, provost, let me bail these gentle three.
+Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you
+Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him.
+
+LUCIO:
+This may prove worse than hanging.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+
+ANGELO:
+O my dread lord,
+I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
+To think I can be undiscernible,
+When I perceive your grace, like power divine,
+Hath look'd upon my passes. Then, good prince,
+No longer session hold upon my shame,
+But let my trial be mine own confession:
+Immediate sentence then and sequent death
+Is all the grace I beg.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Come hither, Mariana.
+Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman?
+
+ANGELO:
+I was, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
+Do you the office, friar; which consummate,
+Return him here again. Go with him, provost.
+
+ESCALUS:
+My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
+Than at the strangeness of it.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Come hither, Isabel.
+Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
+Advertising and holy to your business,
+Not changing heart with habit, I am still
+Attorney'd at your service.
+
+ISABELLA:
+O, give me pardon,
+That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd
+Your unknown sovereignty!
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+You are pardon'd, 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,
+Labouring 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,
+That brain'd 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.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+For this new-married man approaching here,
+Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd
+Your well defended honour, you must pardon
+For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudged your brother,--
+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,
+'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;
+Which, though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
+We do condemn thee to the very block
+Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste.
+Away with him!
+
+MARIANA:
+O my most gracious lord,
+I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
+Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
+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 withal,
+To buy you a better husband.
+
+MARIANA:
+O my dear lord,
+I crave no other, nor no better man.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Never crave him; we are definitive.
+
+MARIANA:
+Gentle my liege,--
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+You do but lose your labour.
+Away with him to death!
+Now, sir, to you.
+
+MARIANA:
+O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part;
+Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
+I'll lend you all my life to do you service.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Against all sense you do importune her:
+Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
+Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
+And take her hence in horror.
+
+MARIANA:
+Isabel,
+Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
+Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.
+They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
+And, for the most, become much more the better
+For being a little bad: so may my husband.
+O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+He dies for Claudio's death.
+
+ISABELLA:
+Most bounteous sir,
+Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd,
+As if my brother lived: I partly think
+A due sincerity govern'd 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:
+For Angelo,
+His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
+And must be buried but as an intent
+That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
+Intents but merely thoughts.
+
+MARIANA:
+Merely, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say.
+I have bethought me of another fault.
+Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
+At an unusual hour?
+
+Provost:
+It was commanded so.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Had you a special warrant for the deed?
+
+Provost:
+No, my good lord; it was by private message.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+For which I do discharge you of your office:
+Give up your keys.
+
+Provost:
+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,
+I have reserved alive.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+What's he?
+
+Provost:
+His name is Barnardine.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
+Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him.
+
+ESCALUS:
+I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
+As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd,
+Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
+And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
+
+ANGELO:
+I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
+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.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Which is that Barnardine?
+
+Provost:
+This, my lord.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+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 squarest thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd:
+But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
+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 saved.
+Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
+As like almost to Claudio as himself.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+
+LUCIO:
+'Faith, my lord. I spoke it but according to the
+trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I
+had rather it would please you I might be whipt.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
+Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
+Is any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow,
+As I have heard him swear himself there's one
+Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
+And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish'd,
+Let him be whipt and hang'd.
+
+LUCIO:
+I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore.
+Your highness said even now, I made you a duke:
+good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
+Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
+Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison;
+And see our pleasure herein executed.
+
+LUCIO:
+Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death,
+whipping, and hanging.
+
+DUKE VINCENTIO:
+Slandering a prince deserves it.
+She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.
+Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo:
+I have confess'd 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:
+We shill employ thee in a worthier place.
+Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
+The head of Ragozine for Claudio's:
+The offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
+I have a motion much imports your good;
+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.
+
+SLY:
+I'll pheeze you, in faith.
+
+Hostess:
+A pair of stocks, you rogue!
+
+SLY:
+Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in
+the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
+Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!
+
+Hostess:
+You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
+
+SLY:
+No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold
+bed, and warm thee.
+
+Hostess:
+I know my remedy; I must go fetch the
+third--borough.
+
+SLY:
+Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him
+by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,
+and kindly.
+
+Lord:
+Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
+Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;
+And couple Clowder with the deep--mouth'd brach.
+Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
+At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?
+I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
+
+First Huntsman:
+Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
+He cried upon it at the merest loss
+And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
+Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
+
+Lord:
+Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
+I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
+But sup them well and look unto them all:
+To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
+
+First Huntsman:
+I will, my lord.
+
+Lord:
+What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?
+
+Second Huntsman:
+He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
+This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
+
+Lord:
+O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
+Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
+Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
+What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
+Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
+A most delicious banquet by his bed,
+And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
+Would not the beggar then forget himself?
+
+First Huntsman:
+Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
+
+Second Huntsman:
+It would seem strange unto him when he waked.
+
+Lord:
+Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
+Then take him up and manage well the jest:
+Carry him gently to my fairest chamber
+And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
+Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters
+And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
+Procure me music ready when he wakes,
+To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
+And if he chance to speak, be ready straight
+And with a low submissive reverence
+Say 'What is it your honour will command?'
+Let one attend him with a silver basin
+Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers,
+Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
+And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'
+Some one be ready with a costly suit
+And ask him what apparel he will wear;
+Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
+And that his lady mourns at his disease:
+Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
+And when he says he is, say that he dreams,
+For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
+This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
+It will be pastime passing excellent,
+If it be husbanded with modesty.
+
+First Huntsman:
+My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,
+As he shall think by our true diligence
+He is no less than what we say he is.
+
+Lord:
+Take him up gently and to bed with him;
+And each one to his office when he wakes.
+Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:
+Belike, some noble gentleman that means,
+Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
+How now! who is it?
+
+Servant:
+An't please your honour, players
+That offer service to your lordship.
+
+Lord:
+Bid them come near.
+Now, fellows, you are welcome.
+
+Players:
+We thank your honour.
+
+Lord:
+Do you intend to stay with me tonight?
+
+A Player:
+So please your lordship to accept our duty.
+
+Lord:
+With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
+Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son:
+'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
+I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
+Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.
+
+A Player:
+I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.
+
+Lord:
+'Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.
+Well, you are come to me in a happy time;
+The rather for I have some sport in hand
+Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
+There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
+But I am doubtful of your modesties;
+Lest over-eyeing of his odd behavior,--
+For yet his honour never heard a play--
+You break into some merry passion
+And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
+If you should smile he grows impatient.
+
+A Player:
+Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,
+Were he the veriest antic in the world.
+
+Lord:
+Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
+And give them friendly welcome every one:
+Let them want nothing that my house affords.
+Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page,
+And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
+That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;
+And call him 'madam,' do him obeisance.
+Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
+He bear himself with honourable action,
+Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
+Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
+Such duty to the drunkard let him do
+With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
+And say 'What is't your honour will command,
+Wherein your lady and your humble wife
+May show her duty and make known her love?'
+And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
+And with declining head into his bosom,
+Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
+To see her noble lord restored to health,
+Who for this seven years hath esteem'd him
+No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
+And if the boy have not a woman's gift
+To rain a shower of commanded tears,
+An onion will do well for such a shift,
+Which in a napkin being close convey'd
+Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
+See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst:
+Anon I'll give thee more instructions.
+I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
+Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman:
+I long to hear him call the drunkard husband,
+And how my men will stay themselves from laughter
+When they do homage to this simple peasant.
+I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence
+May well abate the over-merry spleen
+Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
+
+SLY:
+For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
+
+First Servant:
+Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
+
+Second Servant:
+Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?
+
+Third Servant:
+What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
+
+SLY:
+I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor
+'lordship:' I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if
+you give me any conserves, give me conserves of
+beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I
+have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings
+than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay,
+sometimes more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my
+toes look through the over-leather.
+
+Lord:
+Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!
+O, that a mighty man of such descent,
+Of such possessions and so high esteem,
+Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
+
+SLY:
+What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher
+Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath, by birth a
+pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a
+bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker?
+Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if
+she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence
+on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the
+lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not
+bestraught: here's--
+
+Third Servant:
+O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!
+
+Second Servant:
+O, this is it that makes your servants droop!
+
+Lord:
+Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,
+As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
+O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
+Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment
+And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
+Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
+Each in his office ready at thy beck.
+Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
+And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
+Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
+Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
+On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
+Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
+Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
+Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
+Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar
+Above the morning lark or wilt thou hunt?
+Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them
+And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
+
+First Servant:
+Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
+As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
+
+Second Servant:
+Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight
+Adonis painted by a running brook,
+And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
+Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
+Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
+
+Lord:
+We'll show thee Io as she was a maid,
+And how she was beguiled and surprised,
+As lively painted as the deed was done.
+
+Third Servant:
+Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
+Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
+And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
+So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
+
+Lord:
+Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
+Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
+Than any woman in this waning age.
+
+First Servant:
+And till the tears that she hath shed for thee
+Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
+She was the fairest creature in the world;
+And yet she is inferior to none.
+
+SLY:
+Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
+Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?
+I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;
+I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things:
+Upon my life, I am a lord indeed
+And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly.
+Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
+And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
+
+Second Servant:
+Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands?
+O, how we joy to see your wit restored!
+O, that once more you knew but what you are!
+These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
+Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept.
+
+SLY:
+These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.
+But did I never speak of all that time?
+
+First Servant:
+O, yes, my lord, but very idle words:
+For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
+Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;
+And rail upon the hostess of the house;
+And say you would present her at the leet,
+Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts:
+Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
+
+SLY:
+Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
+
+Third Servant:
+Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,
+Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
+As Stephen Sly and did John Naps of Greece
+And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell
+And twenty more such names and men as these
+Which never were nor no man ever saw.
+
+SLY:
+Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!
+
+ALL:
+Amen.
+
+SLY:
+I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.
+
+Page:
+How fares my noble lord?
+
+SLY:
+Marry, I fare well for here is cheer enough.
+Where is my wife?
+
+Page:
+Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her?
+
+SLY:
+Are you my wife and will not call me husband?
+My men should call me 'lord:' I am your goodman.
+
+Page:
+My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
+I am your wife in all obedience.
+
+SLY:
+I know it well. What must I call her?
+
+Lord:
+Madam.
+
+SLY:
+Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
+
+Lord:
+'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords
+call ladies.
+
+SLY:
+Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
+And slept above some fifteen year or more.
+
+Page:
+Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
+Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
+
+SLY:
+'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
+Madam, undress you and come now to bed.
+
+Page:
+Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
+To pardon me yet for a night or two,
+Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
+For your physicians have expressly charged,
+In peril to incur your former malady,
+That I should yet absent me from your bed:
+I hope this reason stands for my excuse.