A Room in ANGELO'S House. |
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Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS. |
Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other. |
Ang. 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? |
Escal. I guess not. |
Ang. 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? |
Escal. 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. |
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: |
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. |
Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well. |
Ang. Good night.— [Exit ESCALUS. |
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant |
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid, |
And by an eminent body that enforc'd |
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 so credent bulk, |
That no particular scandal once can touch: |
But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, |
Save that his 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 liv'd! |
Alack! when once our grace we have forgot, |
Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not. [Exit. |
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