Fal. When night-dogs run, all forts of deer are chas'd. Mrs. Page. Well, I will mufe no further. Mr. Fenton, Heav'n give you many, many merry days! Good husband, let us every one go home, Ford. Let it be fo:- Sir John, your word; [Exeunt omnes.. Duke. ACT I. SCENE 1. The Duke's palace. Enter Duke, Efculas, and Lords. ESCALUS, Efeal. My Lord. Duke Of government the properties t' unfold, My ftrength can give you: then no more remains: Of The flory is taken from Cinthio's novels, December 8. No- ́ vember 5. Mr. Pope. Of common juftice, y'are as pregnant in, As art and practice hath enriched any That we remember. There is our commiffion, From which we would not have you warp. Call hither, I fay, bid come before us Angelo: What figure of us, think you, he will bear? For you must know, we have with special roll Lent him our terrot, dress'd him with our love; To undergo fuch ample grace and honour, SCENE II. Enter Angelo. Duke. Look where he comes. Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo,. There is a kind of character in thy life," As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch The fmalleft fcruple of her excellence, Bat, like a thrifty goddefs, fhe determines Both thanks and ufe But I do bend my fpecch To one that can my part in him advertise; Hold therefore, Angelo; In our remove, be thou at full ourself. Mortality and Mercy in Vienna Liye in thy tongue and heart; old Efcalus, Ang Now, good my Lord, Let there be fome more test made of my metal, Duke. Come, no more evasion: We have with a prepar'd and level'd choice Ang. Yet give me leave, my Lord, That we may bring you fomething on the way. As to your foul feeins good. Give me your hand; Efcal. I fhall defire you, Sir, to give me leave A pow'r I have, but of what itrength and nature Ang. 'Tis fo with me: let us withdraw together, Touching that point. Efcal. I'll wait upon your Honour. [Exil. [Exeunt SCENE SCENE III. The Street. Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen. Lucio. If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to compofition with the King of Hungary, why, then all the Dukes fall upon the King. 1 Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's! 2 Gent, Amen. Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the fanctimonious pirate, that went to fea with the ten commandments, but scrap'd one out of the table. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the Captain and all the reft from their functions; they put forth to steal; there's not a foldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, does relish the petition well that prays for peace. 2 Gent. I never heard any foldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee: for I think thou never waft where grace was faid. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. I Gent. What, in metre? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion. Lucio. Ay, why not? Grace is grace, defpight of all controverfy; as for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, defpight of all grace. 1 Gent. Well; there went but a pair of fheers be tween us. Lucio. I grant; as there may be between the lifts and the velvet. Thou art the lift. 1 Gent. And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet; thou'rt a three-pil'd piece. I warrant thee: I had as lief be a lift of an English kerfey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I fpeak feelingly now? Lucio. I think thou doft; and indeed with most painful feeling of thy fpeech: I will, out of thine own confeffion, learn to begin thy health; but, whilft I live, forget to drink after thee. 1 Gent. |