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Measure for Measure

Act IV, Scene 3

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
O, 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
O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you Look forward on the journey 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
         ,         ,        ,        ,        ,
      Unfit | to live,| or die:| oh gra|vel heart.
       ,            ,          ,          ,         ,
      After | him (fel|lows) bring | him to | the block.
 
[Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY. Re-enter Provost]
 
PROVOST
       ,         ,             ,         ,     ,
      Now sir,| how do | you find | the pri|soner?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
          ,        ,      ,         ,          ,
      A crea|ture un|prepared,| unmeet | for death,
       ,             ,          ,         ,        ,
5     And to | transport | him in | the mind | he is,
            ,     ,
      Were dam|nable.
 
PROVOST
                       ,    2       ,        ,
                     Here in the | prison,| father,
              ,          ,    ,           ,      ,
      There died | this mor|ning of | a cruel | fever,
           ,     ,        ,       ,   2    ,      2->
      One^Ra|gozine,| a most | noto|rious pir||ate,
         ,         ,    2     ,           ,           ,
10    A man | of Clau|dio's years:| his beard,| and head
            ,        ,        ,        ,     2  ,
      Just^of | his co|lor. What | if we | do omit
            ,      ,      ,              ,         ,
      This re|probate,| till he | were well | inclined,
           ,     ,        ,    ,       2     ,      2->
      And sa|tisfy | the de|puty | with the vi||sage
          ,     ,            ,         ,    ,
      Of Ra|gozine,| more* like | to Clau|dio?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
       ,             ,     ,            x          ,
15    Oh, 'tis | an ac|cident | that heaven | provides:
           ,         ,       ,    .    T    T    T
      Dispatch | it pre|sently,| the hour draws on
       ,            ,    ,         ,         ,
      Prefixed^|by An|gelo:| see this | be done,
            ,       ,        ,        ,           ,
      And sent | accor|ding to | command,| whiles I
           ,            ,       ,     ,              ,
      Persuade | this rude | wretch wil/lingly | to die.
 
PROVOST
             ,          ,           ,        ,       ,
20    This shall | be done |(good* fa|ther) pre|sently:
           ,       ,          ,          ,      ,
      But Bar|nardine | must die | this af|ternoon,
           ,           ,       ,       ,    ,
      And how | shall we | contin|ue Clau|dio,
           ,         ,         ,               ,     ,
      To save | me from | the dan|ger that / might come,
          ,          ,        ,
      If he | were known | alive?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
                                       ,         ,
25                               Let this | be done.
       ,             ,        ,           ,       ,           ,    , ->
      Put them | in se|cret holds,| both Bar|nardine || and Clau|dio,
            ,          ,           ,           ,        ,      ->
      Ere twice | the sun | hath made || his jour|nal gree|ting
             ,   ,    ,         ,            ,  ->
      To / yond ge|nera||tion, you | shall find
             ,      ,    ,       ->
      Your safe|ty ma|nifes||ted.
 
PROVOST
      ,     2       ,       ,       ->
30    I | am your free | depen|dant.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
      <-  ,          ,            ,          ,        ,    ,   oo
        Quick,| dispatch,|| and send | the head | to An|gelo.|
       ,         ,          ,            ,    ,
      Now will | I write | letters | to An|gelo,
            ,    ,    2          ,           T    T   T
      (The pro|vost he shall | bear them)| whose contents
             ,        ,       ,        ,         ,
      Shall wit|ness to | him I | am near | at home:
            ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
35    And that | by great | injunc|tions I | am bound
          ,      ,      ,    ,             ,
      To en|ter pub|licly:| him I'll | desire
           ,        ,        ,     ,        ,
      To meet | me at | the con|secra|ted fount,
           ,        ,         ,      ,            ,
      A league | below | the ci|ty: and | from thence,
           ,        ,               ,   ,          ,
      By cold | grada|tion, and / well-ba|lanced form,
           ,          ,          ,    ,   oo
40    We shall | proceed | with An|gelo.|
 
[Re-enter Provost]
 
PROVOST
        ,             ,          ,      ,       ,
      Here is | the head,| I'll car|ry it | myself.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
          ,        ,         ,        ,         ,
      Conven|ient is | it: make | a swift | return,
          ,        2     ,          ,     T   T     T
      For I | would commune | with you | of such things,
             ,        ,          ,
      That want | no ear | but yours.
 
PROVOST
                                            ,          ,
45                                   I'll make | all speed.
 
[Exit]
 
ISABELLA [Within]
Peace ho, be here.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
             ,        ,    ,            ,         ,
      The tongue | of I|sabel.| She's come | to know,
          ,         ,          ,     2     ,     ,
      If yet | her bro|ther's par|don be come | hither:
          ,          ,         ,   2     ,         ,
      But I | will keep | her ig|norant of | her good,
           ,         ,     2   ,         ,       ,
      To make | her hea|venly com|forts of | despair,
        ,    2       ,       ,
50    When it is | least ex|pected.
 
[Enter ISABELLA]
 
ISABELLA
                                     ,              ,
                                    Ho, by | your leave.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
            ,        ,          ,         ,          ,       2->
      Good mor|ning to | you, fair,| and gra|cious daugh||ter.
 
ISABELLA
           ,        x      ,          ,   2   ,
      The bet|ter given | me by | so ho|ly a man.
            ,         ,   2    ,        ,          ,       2->
      Hath yet | the de|puty sent | my bro|ther's par||don?
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
           ,         ,          ,   2      ,          ,
55    He hath | released | him, I|sabel, from | the world,
            ,        ,          ,        ,    ,
      His head | is off,| and sent | to An|gelo.
 
ISABELLA
       ,      2      ,        ,
      Nay, but it | is not | so.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
                                      ,      ,
                                It | is no | other,
        ,          ,         ,          2       ,      ,
      Show your | wisdom | daughter | in your close | patience.
 
ISABELLA
       ,            ,                ,    ,          ,
60    Oh, I | will to | him, and / pluck out | his eyes.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
            ,          ,      ,       ,         ,
      You shall | not be | admit|ted to | his sight.
 
ISABELLA
         ,       ,   2     ,       ,    ,
      Unhap|py Clau|dio, wret|ched I|sabel,
         ,   2     ,           ,       ,    ,
      Inju|rious world!| Most dam|ned An|gelo!
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
            ,           ,         ,        ,       ,
      This nor | hurts him,| nor pro|fits you | a jot;
           ,         ,           ,           ,           x
65    Forbear | it there|fore, give | your cause | to heaven,
        T    T  T    ,            T      T     T
      Mark what I | say, which | you | shall find
          ,  2   ,     ,        ,        ,    ,
      By ev|ery syl|lable | a faith|ful ve|rity.
            ,            ,       ,        ,     ,          __
      The duke | comes^home | tomor|row: nay | dry your | eyes, (hex with prev)
       ,            ,    ,          ,       ,
      One of | our con|vent, and | his con|fessor
        ,              ,    ,         ,     2        ,
70    Gives me | this in|stance: al|ready he hath | carried
       ,           ,     ,        ,    ,
      Notice | to Es|calus | and An|gelo,
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      Who do | prepare | to meet | him at | the gates,
        ,              ,           x         ,          ,          ,      ->
      There to | give^up | their power:| if you | can pace | your wis||dom
       ,     T    T    T         ,           ,        ,
      In | that good path | that I | would wish | it go, (hex with prev)
           ,            ,          ,      ,           ,
75    And you | shall have | your bo|som on | this wretch,
        ,              ,       ,       ,          ,
      Grace of | the duke,| reven|ges to | your heart,
           ,    2   ,
      And gen|eral ho|nor.
 
ISABELLA
                           ,     2   ,     2    ,
                           I | am direc|ted by you.
 
DUKE VINCENTIO
            ,        ,        ,      ,       ,
      This let|ter then | to Fri|ar Pe|ter give,
             ,         ,        ,          ,         ,
80    'Tis that | he sent | me of | the duke's | return:
       ,              ,      ,      ,          ,     ,
      Say, by | this to|ken, I | desire | his com|pany
          ,   ,        ,         ,           ,           ,
      At Ma|ria|na's house | tonight.| Her cause,| and yours (hex with prev)
                 ,   ,        ,         ,           ,         2->
      I'll per/fect him | withal,| and he | shall bring || you
          ,          ,     ,    2        ,        ,  2
      Before | the duke;| and to the | head of | Angelo
          ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
85    Accuse | him home | and home.| For my | poor* self,
         ,      ,      ,      ,       ,
      I am |combi|ned by | a sa|cred vow,
            ,         ,         ,     ,      2        ,
      And shall | be ab|sent. Wend | you with this | letter:
           ,            ,        ,        ,           ,
      Command | these fret|ting wa|ters from | your eyes
          2    ,       ,            ,        ,      ,
      With a light | heart; trust^|not my | holy | order,
         ,        ,            ,      ___     __
90    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
Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee 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]

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