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Claud. Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke,
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness;
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
Or in his eminence that fills it up,
I stagger in-But this new governor
Which have, like uuscour'd armour, hung by the wall So long, that nineteen zodiacks have gone round, And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
Freshly on me:-'tis surely for a name.
Lucio. I warrant it is: and thy head stands so ticklet on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him.
Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found.
Acquaint her with the danger of my state;
Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous art
Lucio. I pray she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition; as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Lucio. Within two hours,
Claud. Come, officer, away.
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
Duke. No; holy father; throw away that thought; Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a cómplete bosom*: why I desire thee To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth.
May your grace speak of it?
(A man of strictures, and firm abstinence),
You will demand of me, why I do this?
Fri. Gladly, my lord.
Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting
(The needful bits and curbs for head-strong steeds), Which for these fourteen years we have let sleep; Even like an over-grown lion in a cave,
* Completely armed. Showy dress resides.
That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers
Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd: so our decrees,
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
It rested in your grace
To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd: And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd, Than in lord Angelo.
Duke. I do fear, too dreadful: Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, 'Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass,
And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father,
I have on Angelo impos'd the office;
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the sight,
To do it slander: and to behold his sway,
I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr'ythee,
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action,
Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see,
+ On his defence.
Enter Isabella and Francisca.
Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges? Fran. Are not these large enough?
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more;
Then, if you speak, you must not show your face;
[Exit Francisca. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls?
Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek
Proclaim you are no less! can you so stead me,
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A novice of this place, and the fair sister
To her unhappy brother Claudio?
Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask;
The rather, for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella, and his sister.
Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Isab. Woe me! For what?
Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his
He should receive his punishment in thanks :
He hath got his friend with child.
Isab. Sir, make me not your story.
It is true.
I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin
As with a saint.
Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and trutht, 'tis
Your brother and his lover have embrac'd:
As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
Isab. Some one with child by him?-My cousin
Lucio. Is she your cousin?
Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their
By vain though apt affection.
Isab. O, let him marry her!
She it is.
This is the point. The duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, In hand, and hope of action: but we do learn By those that know the very nerves of state, His givings out were of an infinite distance
Do not make a jest of me.