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In special business from his holiness.

Escal. What news abroad i'th? world?

Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it. Novelty is only in requeft; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be conItant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive, to make societies fecure ; but security enough, to make fellow lips accurft. 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?

Escal. One, that, above all other itrifes, Contended specially to know himself.

Duke. What pleasure was he giv'n to ?

Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which profest 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 prepard ? I am made to understand, that you have lent him visitation.

Duke. He professes to have received no finifter mea. fure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice ; yet had he fram'd 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.

Escal. You have paid the heav'ns your function, and the prifoner the very debt of your calling. I have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the extremeft fhore of my modefty; but my brother justice have I found so severe," that he hath forc'd me to tell him, he is indeed Justice.

Duke. If his own life answer the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenc'd himself. Escal. I am going to visit the prisoner; fare you well.

[Exit. Duke.

Duke. Peace be with you!
He who the sword of heav'n will bear,
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying,
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whose cruel Ariking
Kills for faults of his own liking.
Twice treble shame on Angelo,
To weed my vice, and let his grow!
Oh, what may man within him hide,
Tho' angel on the outward fide ?
How may that likeness, made in crimes, (20)
Making practice on the times,
Draw with idle spiders ftrings
Most pond'rous and fubftantial things!
Craft against vice I mult apply.
With Angelo to-night shall lye
His old betrothed, but despis'd ;
So disguise thaH by th' disguis'd
Pay with fallhood false exacting ;
And perform an old contracting.

{Exit. (20) How may likeness made in crimes,

Making pralije on the times,
To draw wiib idle spider's ftrings

Most pond'rous and substantial tbings?] This obfcure and angrammatical paffage Mr. Warburton has restor’d to its purity, only by adding one munoly Mable, and throwing out another : as he has likewise made it intelligible by the following comment. « inuch wickedness may a man hide witbin, tho' he appears like an “ angel witbout? How may that likeness, made in crimes, i, e. by “ hypocrisy ; [a pretty paradoxical expression, of an angel made in o crimes] by imposing on the world, [thus emphatically express'd, to making practise on the times] draw with its false and empty pretences * [which Shakespeare finely calls, spiders Arings;] the most ponde« rous and substantial things of the world, as riches, honour, power, * reputation, &c."

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C T. IV.
SCENE, a Grange.
Enter Mariana, and Boy finging:

AKE, oh, take those lips away, (21)

That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mis-lead the morn;
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.

Enter Duke.
Mari. Break off thy fong, and haste thee quick away:
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still’d my brawling discontent.
I cry you mercy, Sir, and well could with,
You had not found me here fo musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe.

Duke. 'Tis good; tho' music oft hath such a charm
To make bad, good ; and good provoke to harm.

(21) Take, oh, take those lips away. ] This song, which, no doubt, was a great favourite in its time, is inserted in Beaumont and Fletcber's Bloody Brother, with this additional stanza.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen berom bea!'s ;
On whose tops the pinks, t at grow,

Are of thofe that April wears.
But my poor heart first set free, ;

Bound in those icy chains by thee.
With this addition likewise it is printed in the volume of Shakes
Speare's poems. The reason, of this second stanza being omitted
here, is obvious. Mariana has the song sung, applicable to her love
for Angelo, and his perjury to her: and the addition can only sort,
when address'd from a lover to his mistress,


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pray you, tell me, hath-any body enquir'd for me here today? much upon this time, have I promis'd here to meet.

Mari. You have not been enquir'd after: I have sate here all day.

Enter Isabel,
Duke. I do constantly believe ynü: the time is come,

I shall crave your forbearance a little ; may be, I will call upon you anón fór fome advantage to yourself. Mari. I am always bound to you.

[Exit. Duke. Very well met, and well come : What is the news from this good Deputy

Isab. He háth a garden circammurd with brick,
Whose western side is with a vineyare backt;
And to that vineyard is a planched gate,
That makes his opening with this bigger key:
This other doth command a little door,
Which from the vineyard to the garden leads ;
There, on the heavy middle of the night,
Have I my promise made to call upon him.

Duke. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?

isab. I've ta'n a due and wary note upon't ;
With whisp’ring and most guilty diligence,
In action all of precept, he did show me
The way twice o'er.

Duke. Are there no other tokens
Between you 'greed, concerning her observance !

Isab. No: none, but only a repair i'th dark;
And that I have pofseft him, my most stay
Can be but brief, for I have made him know,
· I have a servant comes with me along,
That stays upon me; whose persuafion is,
I come about

my brother.
Duke. 'Tis well born up.
I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this. What, hoa ! within! come forth!


Enter Mariana.
T pray you, be acquainted with this maid ;
She comes to do you good.

Isab. I do desire the like.
Duke. Do you persuade yourself that I respect you?
Mari. Good Friar, I know you do; and I have foundit.

Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand,
Who hath a story ready for your ear ::
I shall attend your leisure; but make hafte;
The vaporous night approaches.
Mari. Wilt please you walk aside ?

[Exeunt Mar, and Ifab.
Duke. Oh place and greatness ! millions of false eyes
Are ftuck upon thee : volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings : thousand 'scapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams,
And rack thee in their fancies ! Welcome; how agreed ?

Re-enter Mariana, and Isabel.
Isab. She'll take the enterprize upon her, father,

advife it.
Duke. 'Tis not my consent,
But my intreaty too.

Ifab. Little have you to say,
When you depart from him, but soft and low,

now my

broiber.Mari. Fear me not.

Duke. Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all : He is your husband on a pre-contract ; To bring you thus together, 'tis no fin: Sith that the justice of your title to him Doth flourih the deceit. Come, let us go; Our corn's to reap; for yet our tilth's to sow. (22) [Exe.

(22) - for get our tythe's to for.] It must be tiltb; that is, our tillage is yet to be made; our grain is yet to be put in the ground; The project, from which we expect to profit in the issue, is fill to be

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