An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace. |
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Enter DUKE, ESCALUS, Lords, and Attendants. |
Duke. Escalus. |
Escal. My lord? |
Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, |
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse, |
Since I am put to know that your own science |
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice |
My strength can give you: then no more remains, |
But that, to your sufficiency, as your worth is able, |
And let them work. The nature of our people, |
Our city's institutions, and the terms |
For common justice, you're as pregnant in, |
As art and practice hath enriched any |
That we remember. There is our commission, [Giving it. |
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither, |
I say, bid come before us Angelo. [Exit an Attendant. |
What figure of us think you he will bear? |
For you must know, we have with special soul |
Elected him our absence to supply, |
Lent him our terror, drest him with our love, |
And given his deputation all the organs |
Of our own power: what think you of it? |
Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth |
To undergo such ample grace and honour, |
It is Lord Angelo. |
Duke. Look where he comes. |
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Enter ANGELO. |
Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's will, |
I come to know your pleasure. |
Duke. Angelo, |
There is a kind of character in thy life, |
That, to th' observer doth thy history |
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings |
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste |
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. |
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, |
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues |
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike |
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd |
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends |
The smallest scruple of her excellence, |
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines |
Herself the glory of a creditor, |
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech |
To one that can my part in him advertise; |
Hold, therefore, Angelo: [Tendering his commission. |
In our remove be thou at full ourself; |
Mortality and mercy in Vienna |
Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus, |
Though first in question, is thy secondary. |
Take thy commission. [Giving it. |
Ang. Now, good my lord, |
Let there be some more test made of my metal, |
Before so noble and so great a figure |
Be stamp'd upon it. |
Duke. No more evasion: |
We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice |
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. |
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition |
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd |
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, |
As time and our concernings shall importune, |
How it goes with us; and do look to know |
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well: |
To the hopeful execution do I leave you |
Of your commissions. |
Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord, |
That we may bring you something on the way. |
Duke. My haste may not admit it; |
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do |
With any scruple: your scope is as mine own, |
So to enforce or qualify the laws |
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; |
I'll privily away: I love the people, |
But do not like to stage me to their eyes. |
Though it do well, I do not relish well |
Their loud applause and Aves vehement, |
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion |
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well. |
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes! |
Escal. Lead forth and bring you back in happiness! |
Duke. I thank you. Fare you well. [Exit. |
Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave |
To have free speech with you; and it concerns me |
To look into the bottom of my place: |
A power I have, but of what strength and nature |
I am not yet instructed. |
Ang. 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, |
And we may soon our satisfaction have |
Touching that point. |
Escal. I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt. |
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