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Another room in the same.
[Enter POMPEY]
POMPEY
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, ninescore 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-colored satin,
which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young
Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey the rapier
and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master
Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shooty 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.
[Enter ABHORSON]
ABHORSON
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
POMPEY
Master Barnardine, you must rise and be hanged, Master Barnardine.
ABHORSON
What ho, Barnardine.
BARNARDINE [Within]
A pox of your throats: who makes that noise there? What are you?
POMPEY
Your friends sir, the hangman:
You must be so good sir to rise, and be put
to death.
BARNARDINE [Within]
Away you rogue, away, I am sleepy.
ABHORSON
Tell him he must awake,
And that quickly too.
POMPEY
Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards.
ABHORSON
Go in to him, and fetch him out.
POMPEY
He is coming sir, he is coming: I hear his straw rustle.
ABHORSON
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
POMPEY
Very ready sir.
[Enter BARNARDINE]
BARNARDINE
How now Abhorson?
What's the news with you?
ABHORSON
Truly sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers: for look you, the
warrant's come.
BARNARDINE
You rogue, I have been drinking all night, I am not fitted for it.
POMPEY
Oh, the better sir: for he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in
the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.
ABHORSON
Look you sir, here comes your ghostly father: do we jest now think you?
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
DUKE VINCENTIO
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.
BARNARDINE
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 VINCENTIO
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Oh sir,| you must:| and there|fore I | beseech || you
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Look | forward | on the journ|ey
you | shall go.
BARNARDINE
I swear I will not die today for any man's persuasion.
DUKE VINCENTIO
But hear you:
BARNARDINE
Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me, come to my ward: for thence
will not I today.
[Exit]
DUKE VINCENTIO
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Unfit | to live,| or die:| oh grav|el heart.
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After | him (fel|lows) bring | him to | the
block.
[Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY. Enter Provost]
PROVOST
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Now sir,| how do | you find | the pris|oner?
DUKE VINCENTIO
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A creat|ure un|prepared,| unmeet | for death,
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And to | transport | him in | the mind | he is,
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Were damn|able.
PROVOST
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Here in the | prison,| father,
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There died | this morn|ing of | a cruel | fever,
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One^Rag|ozine,| a most | notor|ious pir||ate,
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A man | of Claud|io's years:| his beard,| and head
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Just^of | his col|or. What | if we | do omit
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This rep|robate,| till he | were well | inclined,
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And sat|isfy | the dep|uty | with the vis||age
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Of Rag|ozine,| more like to Claud|io?
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Oh, 'tis | an ac|cident | that heaven | provides:
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Dispatch | it pres|ently,| the hour draws on
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Prefixed^|by Ang|elo:| see this | be done,
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And sent | accord|ing to | command,| whiles I
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Persuade | this rude | wretch wil/lingly | to
die.
PROVOST
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This shall | be done |(good* fath|er) pres|ently:
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But Barn|ardine | must die | this aft|ernoon,
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And how | shall we | contin|ue Claud|io,
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To save | me from | the dang|er that / might
come,
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If he | were known | alive?
DUKE VINCENTIO
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Let this | be done.
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Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio,
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Ere twice | the sun | hath made | his journ|al
greet||ing
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To / yond gen|era|tion, you | shall find
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Your safe|ty man|ifes|ted. \\
PROVOST
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I am | your free | depen|dant. \\
DUKE VINCENTIO
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Quick, dispatch, and send the head to
Angelo. ????
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Now will | I write | letters | to Ang|elo,
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(The prov|ost he | shall bear | them) whose
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Shall wit|ness to | him I | am near | at home:
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And that | by great | injunc|tions I | am bound
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To ent|er pub|licly:| him I'll | desire
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To meet | me at | the cons|ecrat|ed fount,
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A league | below | the ci|ty: and | from thence,
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By cold | grada|tion, and / well-bal|anced form,
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We shall | proceed | with Ang|elo.|
[Enter Provost]
PROVOST
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Here is | the head,| I'll car|ry it | myself.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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Conven|ient is | it: make | a swift | return,
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For I | would commune | with you | of such
things,
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That want | no ear | but yours.
PROVOST
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I'll make | all speed.
[Exit]
ISABELLA [Within]
Peace ho, be here.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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The tongue | of Is|abel.| She's come | to know,
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If yet | her broth|er's pard|on be come | hither:
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But I | will keep | her ig|norant of | her good,
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To make | her heav|enly com|forts of | despair,
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When it is | least ex|pected.
[Enter ISABELLA]
ISABELLA
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Ho, by | your leave.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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Good morn|ing to | you, fair,| and gra|cious
daugh||ter.
ISABELLA
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The bet|ter given | me by | so ho|ly a man.
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Hath yet | the dep|uty sent | my broth|er's
pard||on?
DUKE VINCENTIO
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He hath | released | him, Is|abel, from | the world,
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His head | is off,| and sent | to Ang|elo.
ISABELLA
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Nay, but it | is not | so.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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It | is no | other,
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Show your | wisdom | daughter | in your close |
patience.
ISABELLA
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Oh, I | will to | him, and | pluck out his eyes.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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You shall | not be | admit|ted to | his sight.
ISABELLA
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Unhap|py Claud|io, wretch|ed Is|abel,
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Inju|rious world,| Most^damn|ed Ang|elo.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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This nor | hurts^him,| nor prof|its you | a jot,
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Forbear | it there|fore, give | your cause | to heaven,
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Mark what I | say, which | you | shall find
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By eve|ry syl|lable | a faith|ful ver|ity.
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The duke | comes^home | tomor|row: nay | dry your
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One of | our con|vent, and | his con|fessor
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Gives me | this inst|ance: al|ready he hath | carried
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Notice | to Es|calus | and Ang|elo,
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Who do | prepare | to meet | him at | the gates,
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There to | give^up | their power:| if you | can
pace | your wis||dom
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In | that good path | that I | would wish | it
go, (hex with prev)
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And you | shall have | your bos|om on | this wretch,
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Grace of | the duke,| reven|ges to | your heart,
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And gen|eral hon|or.
ISABELLA
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I | am direc|ted by you.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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This let|ter then | to Fri|ar Pet|er give,
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'Tis that | he sent | me of | the duke's | return:
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Say, by | this tok|en, I | desire | his comp|any
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At Ma|ria|na's house | tonight.| Her cause,| and
yours (hex with prev)
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I'll per/fect him | withal,| and he | shall bring
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Before | the duke;| and to the | head of | Angelo
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Accuse | him home | and home.| For my | poor* self,
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I am | combin|ed by | a sac|red vow,
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And shall | be abs|ent. Wend | you with this |
letter:
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Command | these fret|ting wat|ers from | your
eyes
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With a light | heart; trust^|not my | holy |
order,
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If I | pervert | your course:| who's | here?
[Enter LUCIO]
LUCIO
Good even;
Friar, where's the provost?
DUKE VINCENTIO
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 it: But they
say the duke will be here tomorrow. 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 VINCENTIO
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 VINCENTIO
Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
LUCIO
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Nay | tarry,| I'll go | along | with thee,
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I can | tell thee | pretty | tales of | the
duke.
DUKE VINCENTIO
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 VINCENTIO
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 VINCENTIO
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]