Another Room in the Same. |
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Enter POMPEY. |
Pom. 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, nine-score 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-colour'd satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we young Dizy, and young Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd lusty Pudding, and Master Forthlight, the tilter, and brave Master Shoe-tie 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.' |
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Enter ABHORSON. |
Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. |
Pom. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged, Master Barnardine. |
Abhor. What ho! Barnardine! |
Barnar. [Within.] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that noise there? What are you? |
Pom. Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death. |
Barnar. [Within.] Away! you rogue, away! I am sleepy. |
Abhor. Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too. |
Pom. Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards. |
Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. |
Pom. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle. |
Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah? |
Pom. Very ready, sir. |
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Enter BARNARDINE. |
Barnar. How now, Abhorson! what's the news with you? |
Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come. |
Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not fitted for 't. |
Pom. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day. |
Abhor. Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do we jest now, think you? |
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Enter DUKE, disguised as before. |
Duke. 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. |
Barnar. 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. O, sir, you must; and therefore, I beseech you look forward on the journey you shall go. |
Barnar. I swear I will not die to-day for any man's persuasion. |
Duke. But hear you. |
Barnar. Not a word: if you have anything to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to day.[Exit. |
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Enter PROVOST. |
Duke. Unfit to live or die. O, gravel heart! |
After him fellows: bring him to the block. [Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY. |
Prov. Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner? |
Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death; |
And, to transport him in the mind he is |
Were damnable. |
Prov. 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 inclin'd, |
And satisfy the deputy with the visage |
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio? |
Duke. 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. |
Prov. 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. 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. |
Prov. I am your free dependant. |
Duke. Quick, dispatch, |
And send the head to Angelo. [Exit PROVOST. |
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-balanc'd form, |
We shall proceed with Angelo. |
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Re-enter PROVOST. |
Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. |
Duke. Convenient is it. Make a swift return, |
For I would commune with you of such things |
That want no ear but yours. |
Prov. I'll make all speed. [Exit. |
Isab. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here! |
Duke. 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. |
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Enter ISABELLA. |
Isab. Ho! by your leave. |
Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter. |
Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. |
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon? |
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the world: |
His head is off and sent to Angelo. |
Isab. Nay, but it is not so. |
Duke. It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter, |
In your close patience. |
Isab. O! I will to him and pluck out his eyes! |
Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. |
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel! |
Injurious world! Most damned Angelo! |
Duke. 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 covent, 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. |
Isab. I am directed by you. |
Duke. 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? |
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Enter LUCIO. |
Lucio. Good even. Friar, where is the provost? |
Duke. 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. [Exit ISABELLA. |
Duke. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. [Exeunt. |
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