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Escal. I guess not.

Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entring, that if any crave redress of injustice, they lhould exhibit their petitions in the street ?

Escal. He ihews his reason for that; to have a difpatch 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 proclaimed betimes i'the morn; I'll call you at your house: give notice to such men of fort and suit, as are to meet him. Escal. I fhall, Sir: fare you well.

[Exit. Ang. Good night. This deed anshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A defloured 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: (25) For my authority tears a credent bulk; That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confourids the breather. He should have liv'd, Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous fense, Might in the times to come have ta’en revenge ; By to 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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yet reafin dares her:] The old folio impreffions read, ye' reason dares ber no: - perhaps, dares ber note: i. e. ftifles her voice; frights her from speaking. In this sense, our Author usea the word dare, again, in his Henry VIII.

Farewel, nobility! let his Grace go forward,
And dare us with his cap, like Jarks,

SCENE

Duke

. T'iche Protone knows our purpose, and our plot:

SCENE changes to the Fields without the Town. Enter Duke in his own habit; and Friar Peter.

Hese letters at.fit time deliver me.

The Provost : The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift; Tho' sometimes you do blench from this to that, As cause doth minister : go, call at Flavius' house, And tell him, where I stay; give the like notice Unto Valentius, Rowland, and to Cralus, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate : But send me Flavius first. Peter. It thall be speeded well.

[Exit Friar Enter Varrius. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius ; thou haft made good

hafte : Come, we will walk. There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. (Exeunt.

Enter Isabella and Mariana. Ijab. To speak fo indirectly, I am lath: I'll say the truth; but to accuse him so, That is your part; yet I'm advis'd to do it, He says, t'availful purpose. (26)

Mari. Be rul'd by him.

Isab. Besides, he tells me, that if peradventure
He speak against me on the adverse side,
I should not think it strange ; for 'tis a physic
That's bitter to sweet end.

Mari. I would, Friar Peter-
Isab. Oh, peace; the Friar is come.

(26) He says to vail full purpose.) Thus the old copies. I don't know, what idea our

Editors form’d to themselves, of vailing fuil purpose; but, I'm persuaded, the Poet meant, as I have restor’d; viz. to a purpote that will ftand us in stead, that will profit us.

Enter Peter, Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand noft fit, Where you may have such vantage on the Duke, He fall not pass you.

T'wice have the trumpets founded: The generous and graveft citizens Have hent the gates, and very near upon (27) The Duke is entring: therefore hence, away. (Exeunt.

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A c T v. SCENE, a public Place near the City. Enter Duke, Varrius, Lords, Angelo, Escalus, Lacio,

and Citizens at several Doorsa

DUKE,
Y very worthy cousin, fairly met ;

Our old and faithful friend, we're glad to see you. Ang. and Efcal. Happy return be to your royal Grace!

(27) Have heat the gates,-- ] An anonymous correspondent advis'd me to read;

Have hemm'd the gates, But, I apprehend, there is no occafion for any change. To bend, SKINNER and some other glosaries tell us, fignifies, to seize, lay hold on with the hand; but we find by Spenfer, in his Colin Clout, that it likewise fignifies, to furround, encircle ; (in which senses, it is used here.)

? From thence another world of land we ken'd,

Floating amid the sea in jeopardy ;
And round about with mighty white rocks bend,

Again it the sea's encroaching cruelty. We meet with the word again, in its first acceptation, in our Aua thor's Winter's Tale.

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,

And merrily bent the ftile-a :
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Duke.

Duke. Many and hearty thanks be to you both:
We've made enquiry of you, and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.

Ang. You make my bonds still greater.
Duke. Oh, your desert speaks loud; and I fould

wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
And let the subjects fee, to make them know
That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus ;
You must walk by us on our other hand :
And good supporters are you. [As the Duke is going out.'

Enter Peter and Isabella.
Peter. Now is your time : speak loud, and kneel

before him.
Isab. Justice, O.royal Duke; vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d, I'd fain have faid, a maid:
Oh, wofthy Prince, dishonour not your eye
By throwing it on any other object,
'Till you have heard me in my true complaint,
And given me justice, justice, justice, juftice.
Duke. Relate your wrongs ; in what, by whom : be

brief:
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice;
Reveal yourself to him.

Isab. Oh, worthy Duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil:
Hear me yourself; for that which I mutt speak
Muft either punish me, not being believ'd,
Or wring redress from you: oh, hear me, hear me.

Ang. My Lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm :
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother,
Cut off by course of justice.

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Ijab. Course of justice ! Ang. And she will ipeak most bitterly, and strange. (28) Ijab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak; That Angelo's forsworn : is it not strange ? That Angel's a murd'rer : is't not strange ? That Angelo is an adult'rous thief, An hypocrite, a virgin-violater: Is it not strange and strange?

Duke. Nay, it is ten times strange.

Ifab. It is not truer he is Angelo,
Than this is all as true, as it is strange:
Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth
To'th' end of reckoning.

Duke. Away with her : poor soul,
She speaks this in th' infirmity of sense.

ljub. O Prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'it
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not; with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness. Make not imposible
That, which but seems unlike ; 'tis not impoflible,
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as fhy, as grave, as just, as absolute,
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, caracts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal Prince,
If he be less, he's nothing ; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.

Duke. By mine honesty,
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddeft frame of sense ;
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.

(28) And she will speak most bitterly. ] Thus is the verse left imperfect by Mr. Roze and Mr. Pope; tho' the old copies all fill it up, as I have done. I have restor'd an infinite number of such passages tacitly from the first impressions : but I thought proper to take notice, once for all, her, that as Mr. Pope follows Mr Rowe's edition in his errors and omissions, it gives great suspicion, notwithstanding the pretended collation of copies, that Mr. Pope, for the generality, took Mr. Rowe's edition as his guide.

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