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Measure for Measure

Act III, Scene 2

The street before the prison.
 
[Enter, on one side, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before; on the other, ELBOW, and Officers with POMPEY]
 
ELBOW
Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
O heavens! What stuff is here?
 
POMPEY
‘Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
 
ELBOW
Come your way, sir. Bless you, good father friar.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
And you, good brother father. What offense hath this man made you, sir?
 
ELBOW
Marry, sir, he hath offended the law: and sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found upon him sir, a strange picklock, which we have sent to the deputy.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
      ___    ,           ,        ,       ,
      Fie,| sirrah,| a bawd,| a wick|ed bawd,
          ,       ,          ,        ,        ,
      The e|vil that | thou cau|sest to | be done,
        ,             ,          ,         ,          ,
      That is | thy means | to live.| Do thou | but think
             ,         ,       ,          ,         ,
      What 'tis | to cram | a maw,| or clothe | a back
             ,       ,        ,     ,            ,
5     From such | a fil|thy vice:| say to | thyself,
             ,       ,   2  ,          ,       ,       2->
      From their | abom|inable | and beast|ly tou||ches
          ,        ,      ,        ,          ,
      I drink,| I eat | away | myself,| and live:
        ,              ,          ,       ,       ,
      Canst thou | believe | thy li|ving is | a life,
           ,      3 3   ,         ,     T    T   T
      So stin|kingly depen|ding? Go | mend, go mend.
 
POMPEY
          ,         ,      ,          T    T    T
10    Indeed,| it does | stink in | some sort, sir:
           ,        ,           ,
      But yet | sir I | would prove.  (cut off by next?)
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
       ,              x            x             ,          ,
      Nay, if | the devil | have given | thee proofs | for sin,
                    ,    ,      ,     2      ,        ,  2
      Thou wilt / prove his.| Take him to | prison | officer:
          ,         ,        ,                 ,    ,
      Correc|tion, and | instruc|tion must / both work
       T    T    T      ,           ,       oo
15    Ere this rude | beast will | profit.|
 
ELBOW
He must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
            ,         ,         ,            ,        ,
      That we | were all,| as some | would seem | to be
        ,           ,            ,           ,         __
      From our | faults, as | faults from | seeming | free.
 
ELBOW
His neck will come to your waist, a cord sir.
 
POMPEY
I spy comfort, I cry bail: here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine.
 
[Enter LUCIO]
 
LUCIO
How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheels of Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutched? What reply, ha? What sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is it not drowned in the last rain, ha? What sayest thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The trick of it?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Still thus, and thus; still worse!
 
LUCIO
How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still, ha?
 
POMPEY
Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.
 
LUCIO
Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd: an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?
 
POMPEY
Yes, faith, sir.
 
LUCIO
Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?
 
ELBOW
For being a bawd, for being a bawd.
 
LUCIO
Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.
 
POMPEY
I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.
 
LUCIO
No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: If you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. Bless you, friar.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
And you.
 
LUCIO
Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha?
 
ELBOW
Come your ways, sir; come.
 
POMPEY
You will not bail me then, sir?
 
LUCIO
Then (Pompey) nor now. What news abroad, friar? what news?
 
ELBOW
Come your ways, sir; come.
 
LUCIO
Go to kennel, Pompey; go. What news, friar, of the duke?
 
[Exeunt ELBOW, POMPEY and Officers]
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
I know none. Can you tell me of any?
 
LUCIO
Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.
 
LUCIO
It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to it.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
He does well in it.
 
LUCIO
A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it.
 
LUCIO
Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well allied: but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and woman after this downright way of creation: is it true, think you?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
How should he be made, then?
 
LUCIO
Some report a sea-maid spawned him; some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion generative; that's infallible.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace.
 
LUCIO
Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a man! Would the duke that is absent have done this? Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport: he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
I never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way.
 
LUCIO
O, sir, you are deceived.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
‘Tis not possible.
 
LUCIO
Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too; that let me inform you.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
You do him wrong, surely.
 
LUCIO
Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the duke: and I believe I know the cause of his withdrawing.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
What, I prithee, might be the cause?
 
LUCIO
No, pardon; 'tis a secret must be locked within the teeth and the lips: but this I can let you understand, the greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Wise! why, no question but he was.
 
LUCIO
A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Either this is the envy in you, folly, or mistaking: the very stream of his life and the business he hath helmed must upon a warranted need give him a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings-forth, and he shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. Therefore you speak unskilfully: or if your knowledge be more it is much darkened in your malice.
 
LUCIO
Sir, I know him, and I love him.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.
 
LUCIO
Come, sir, I know what I know.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?
 
LUCIO
Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you.
 
LUCIO
I fear you not.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I can do you little harm; you'll forswear this again.
 
LUCIO
I'll be hanged first: thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio die tomorrow or no?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Why should he die, sir?
 
LUCIO
Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would the duke we talk of were returned again: the ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with continency; sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light: would he were returned! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell.
 
[Exit]
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
           ,           ,         ,       ,    ,
      No might | nor great|ness in | morta|lity
           ,         ,            ,        ,     ,
      Can cen|sure scape:| back^woun|ding ca|lumny
           ,        ,         ,             ,          ,
20    The whi|test vir|tue strikes.| What king | so strong,
           ,          ,     ,            ,    2       ,
      Can tie | the gall | up in | the slan|derous tongue?
           ,            ,
      But who | comes here?
 
[Enter ESCALUS, Provost, and Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE]
 
ESCALUS
                             ,     ,      3   3      ,
                            Go; a|way with her to | prison.
 
MISTRESS OVERDONE
Good my lord, be good to me; your honor is accounted a merciful man; good my lord.
 
ESCALUS
Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play the tyrant.
 
PROVOST
A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may it please your honor.
 
MISTRESS OVERDONE
My lord, this is one Lucio's information against me. Mistress Kate Keepdown was with child by him in the duke's time; he promised her marriage: his child is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse me!
 
ESCALUS
That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to; no more words.
 
[Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE]
Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered; Claudio must die tomorrow: let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation. if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with him.
 
PROVOST
So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death.
 
ESCALUS
Good even, good father.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Bliss and goodness on you!
 
ESCALUS
Of whence are you?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
       ,              ,          ,           ,         ,
      Not of | this coun|try, though | my chance | is now
          ,        ,         ,    ,   2     ,
25    To use | it for | my time:| I am a | brother
          ,         ,        ,      ,              ,
      Of gra|cious or|der, late | come from | the See
          ,        ,          ,         ,     ,
      In spe|cial bus|iness from | his ho|liness.
 
ESCALUS
What news abroad in the world?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure; but security enough to make fellowships accurst: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke?
 
ESCALUS
One that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
What pleasure was he given to?
 
ESCALUS
Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed to make him rejoice: a gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous; and let me desire to know how you find Claudio prepared. I am made to understand that you have lent him visitation.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
He professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice: yet had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving promises of life; which I by my good leisure have discredited to him, and now is he resolved to die.
 
ESCALUS
You have paid the heavens your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have labored for the poor gentleman to the extremest shore of my modesty: but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him he is indeed Justice.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
If his own life answer the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself.
 
ESCALUS
I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
Peace be with you.
 
[Exeunt ESCALUS and Provost]
       ,             ,           x            ,
      He who | the sword | of heaven | will bear
              ,       ,      ,       ,
      Should be | as ho|ly, as | severe:
       ,         ,       ,        __
30    Pattern | in him|self to | know,
        ,          ,           ,       __
      Grace to | stand, and | virtue | go;
        ,           ,        ,        ,
      More, nor | less to | others | paying,
        ,         ,      ,         ,
      Than by | self-of|fenses | weighing.
        ,         ,            ,        ,
      Shame to | him, whose | cruel | striking,
        ,            ,         ,        ,
35    Kills for | faults of | his own^|liking:
        T     Tx     T         ,    ,
      Twice treble shame | on An|gelo,
       .   T   T   T     .   T   T    T
      To weed my vice,| and let his grow.  ????!!!!
            ,         ,        ,          ,
      Oh, what | may man | within | him hide,
              ,      ,        ,         ,
      Though an|gel on | the out|ward side?
       ,          ,          ,         __
      How may | likeness | made in | crimes,
       ,         ,         ,        ___
40    Making | practise | on the | times,
           ,         ,      ,           ,
      To draw | with i|dle spi|ders' strings
            ,    2     ,         ,          ,
      Most^pon|derous and | substan|tial things?
        T   .   T     T        ,       ,
      Craft against vice,| I must | apply.
            ,    ,       ,            ,
      With An|gelo | tonight | shall lie
           ,       ,         ,         ,
45    His old | betro|thed (but | despised:)
               ,     ,      ,             ,
      So dis/guise shall | by the | disguised
       ,           ,            ,       ,
      Pay with | falsehood*,| false ex|acting,
       ,        ,        ,        ,
      And per|form an | old con|tracting.
 
[Exit]

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