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Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
Deaf’d with the clamours of their own dear groans,
Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
And I will have you and that fault withal;
But if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.
Biron
A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall,
I’ll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
Princess
[To Ferdinand] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
Ferdinand
No, madam; we will bring you on your way.
Biron
Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
Jack hath not Jill: these ladies’ courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.
Ferdinand
Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
And then ’twill end.
Biron
That’s too long for a play.
Re-enter Don Adriano De Armado
Don Adriano de Armado
Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,—
Princess
Was not that Hector?
Dumain
The worthy knight of Troy.
Don Adriano de Armado
I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the end of our show.
Ferdinand
Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Don Adriano de Armado
Holla! approach.
Re-enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and others
This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring; the one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
The Song
Spring.
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
Winter.
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Don Adriano de Armado
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of
Apollo. You that way: we this way.
Exeunt
Measure for Measure
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
ACT I
SCENE I. AN APARTMENT IN THE DUKE’S PALACE.
SCENE II. A STREET.
SCENE III. A MONASTERY.
SCENE IV. A NUNNERY.
ACT II
SCENE I. A HALL IN ANGELO’S HOUSE.
SCENE II. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.
SCENE III. A ROOM IN A PRISON.
SCENE IV. A ROOM IN ANGELO’S HOUSE.
ACT III
SCENE I. A ROOM IN THE PRISON.
SCENE II. THE STREET BEFORE THE PRISON.
ACT IV
SCENE I. THE MOATED GRANGE AT ST. LUKE’S.
SCENE II. A ROOM IN THE PRISON.
SCENE III. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.
SCENE IV. A ROOM IN ANGELO’S HOUSE.
SCENE V. FIELDS WITHOUT THE TOWN.
SCENE VI. STREET NEAR THE CITY GATE.
ACT V
SCENE I. THE CITY GATE.
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
Vicentio, Duke of Vienna.
Angelo, Lord Deputy in the Duke's absence.
Escalus, an ancient Lord, joined with Angelo in the deputation.
Claudio, a young Gentleman.
Lucio, a Fantastic.
Two other like Gentlemen.
Varrius, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke.
Provost.
Thomas, friar.
Peter, friar.
A Justice.
Elbow, a simple Constable.
Froth, a foolish Gentleman.
Pompey, Tapster to Mistress Overdone.
Clown, Servant to Mistress Overdone.
Abhorson, an Executioner.
Barnardine, a dissolute Prisoner.
Isabella, Sister to Claudio.
Mariana, betrothed to Angelo.
Juliet, beloved by Claudio.
Francisca, a nun.
Mistress Overdone, a Bawd.
Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants.
ACT I
SCENE I. AN APARTMENT IN THE DUKE’S PALACE.
Enter Duke Vincentio, Escalus, Lords and Attendants
Duke Vincentio
Escalus.
Escalus
My lord.
Duke Vincentio
Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;
Since I am put to know that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: then no more remains,
But that to your sufficiency as your Worth is able,
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city’s institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you’re as pregnant in
As art and practise hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
Exit an Attendant
What figure of us think you he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, dress’d him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?
Escalus
If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.
Duke Vincentio
Look where he comes.
Enter Angelo
Angelo
Always obedient to your grace’s will,
I come to know your pleasure.
Duke Vincentio
Angelo,
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
D
id not go forth of us, ’twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch’d
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
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
Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary.
Take thy commission.
Angelo
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamp’d upon it.
Duke Vincentio
No more evasion:
We have with a leaven’d and prepared choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours.
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition
That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion’d
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
As time and our concernings shall importune,
How it goes with us, and do look to know
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well;
To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commissions.
Angelo
Yet give leave, my lord,
That we may bring you something on the way.
Duke Vincentio
My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple; your scope is as mine own
So to enforce or qualify the laws
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand:
I’ll privily away. I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Through it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and Aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
Angelo
The heavens give safety to your purposes!
Escalus
Lead forth and bring you back in happiness!
Duke
I thank you. Fare you well.
Exit
Escalus
I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave
To have free speech with you; and it concerns me
To look into the bottom of my place:
A power I have, but of what strength and nature
I am not yet instructed.
Angelo
’Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together,
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Touching that point.
Escalus
I’ll wait upon your honour.
Exeunt
SCENE II. A STREET.
Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen
Lucio
If the duke with the other dukes come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the dukes fall upon the king.
First Gentleman
Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of
Hungary’s!
Second Gentleman
Amen.
Lucio
Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
Second Gentleman
‘Thou shalt not steal’?
Lucio
Ay, that he razed.
First Gentleman
Why, ’twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions: they put forth to steal. There’s not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for peace.
Second Gentleman
I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Lucio
I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where grace was said.
Second Gentleman
No? a dozen times at least.
First Gentleman
What, in metre?
Lucio
In any proportion or in any language.
First Gentleman
I think, or in any religion.
Lucio
Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.
First Gentleman
Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.
Lucio
I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
First Gentleman
And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou’rt a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
Lucio
I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
First Gentleman
I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
Second Gentleman
Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
Lucio
Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to —
Second Gentleman
To what, I pray?
Lucio
Judge.
Second Gentleman
To three thousand dolours a year.
First Gentleman
Ay, and more.
Lucio
A French crown more.
First Gentleman
Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error; I am sound.
Lucio
Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.
Enter Mistress Overdone
First Gentleman
How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
Mistress Overdone
Well, well; there’s one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand of you all.
Second Gentleman
Who’s that, I pray thee?
Mistress Overdone
Marry, sir, that’s Claudio, Signior Claudio.
First Gentleman
Claudio to prison? ’tis not so.
Mistress Overdone
Nay, but I know ’tis so: I saw him arrested, saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped off.
Lucio
But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so.
Art thou sure of this?
Mistress Overdone
I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam
Julietta with child.
Lucio
Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Second Gentleman
Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
First Gentleman
But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
Lucio
Away! let’s go learn the truth of it.
Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen
Mistress Overdone
Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk.
Enter Pompey
How now! what’s the news with you?
Pompey
Yonder man is carried to prison.
Mistress Overdone
Well; what has he done?
Pompey
A woman.
Mistress O
verdone
But what’s his offence?
Pompey
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
Mistress Overdone
What, is there a maid with child by him?
Pompey
No, but there’s a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
Mistress Overdone
What proclamation, man?
Pompey
All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
Mistress Overdone
And what shall become of those in the city?
Pompey
They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.
Mistress Overdone
But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down?
Pompey
To the ground, mistress.
Mistress Overdone
Why, here’s a change indeed in the commonwealth!
What shall become of me?
Pompey
Come; fear you not: good counsellors lack no clients: though you change your place, you need not change your trade; I’ll be your tapster still. Courage! there will be pity taken on you: you that have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you will be considered.
Mistress Overdone
What’s to do here, Thomas tapster? let’s withdraw.
Pompey
Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there’s Madam Juliet.
Exeunt
Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and Officers
Claudio
Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
Provost
I do it not in evil disposition,
But from Lord Angelo by special charge.
Claudio
Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight
The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still ’tis just.
Re-enter Lucio and two Gentlemen
Lucio
Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?
Claudio
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
Lucio
If could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment. What’s thy offence, Claudio?
Claudio
What but to speak of would offend again.
Lucio
What, is’t murder?
Claudio
No.