ARKCODEX
Act III, Scene 2
1The street before the prison.
2Enter, on one side, Duke disguised as before; on the other, Elbow, and Officers with Pompey.
3ElbowNay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.
4DukeO heavens! what stuff is here?
5Pompey’Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
6ElbowCome your way, sir. ’Bless you, good father friar.
7DukeAnd you, good brother father. What offence hath this man made you, sir?
8ElbowMarry, sir, he hath offended the law: and, sir, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we have found upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have sent to the deputy.
9DukeFie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd!
The evil that thou causest to be done,
That is thy means to live. Do thou but think
What ’tis to cram a maw or clothe a back
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,
From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,
So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend.
10PompeyIndeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet, sir, I would prove—
11DukeNay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,
Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer:
Correction and instruction must both work
Ere this rude beast will profit.
12ElbowHe must before the deputy, sir; he has given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes before him, he were as good go a mile on his errand.
13DukeThat we were all, as some would seem to be,
From our faults, as faults from seeming, free!
14ElbowHis neck will come to your waist—a cord, sir.
15PompeyI spy comfort; I cry bail. Here’s a gentleman and a friend of mine.
16Enter Lucio.
17LucioHow now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion’s images, newly made woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting it clutched? What reply, ha? What sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is’t not drowned i’ the last rain, ha? What sayest thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The trick of it?
18DukeStill thus, and thus; still worse!
19LucioHow doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she still, ha?
20PompeyTroth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub.
21LucioWhy, ’tis good; it is the right of it; it must be so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd: an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to prison, Pompey?
22PompeyYes, faith, sir.
23LucioWhy, ’tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?
24ElbowFor being a bawd, for being a bawd.
25LucioWell, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, ’tis his right: bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.
26PompeyI hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.
27LucioNo, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: If you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. ’Bless you, friar.
28DukeAnd you.
29LucioDoes Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha?
30ElbowCome your ways, sir; come.
31PompeyYou will not bail me, then, sir?
32LucioThen, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar? what news?
33ElbowCome your ways, sir; come.
34LucioGo to kennel, Pompey; go. Exeunt Elbow, Pompey and Officers. What news, friar, of the duke?
35DukeI know none. Can you tell me of any?
36LucioSome say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?
37DukeI know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well.
38LucioIt was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he puts transgression to’t.
39DukeHe does well in’t.
40LucioA little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, friar.
41DukeIt is too general a vice, and severity must cure it.
42LucioYes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; it is well allied: but it is impossible to extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and woman after this downright way of creation: is it true, think you?
43DukeHow should he be made, then?
44LucioSome report a sea-maid spawned him; some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice; that I know to be true: and he is a motion generative; that’s infallible.
45DukeYou are pleasant, sir, and speak apace.
46LucioWhy, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a man! Would the duke that is absent have done this? Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport; he knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.
47DukeI never heard the absent duke much detected for women; he was not inclined that way.
48LucioO, sir, you are deceived.
49Duke’Tis not possible.
50LucioWho, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too; that let me inform you.
51DukeYou do him wrong, surely.
52LucioSir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the duke: and I believe I know the cause of his withdrawing.
53DukeWhat, I prithee, might be the cause?
54LucioNo, pardon; ’tis a secret must be locked within the teeth and the lips: but this I can let you understand, the greater file of the subject held the duke to be wise.
55DukeWise! why, no question but he was.
56LucioA very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.
57DukeEither this is the envy in you, folly, or mistaking: the very stream of his life and the business he hath helmed must upon a warranted need give him a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings-forth, and he shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. Therefore you speak unskilfully: or if your knowledge be more it is much darkened in your malice.
58LucioSir, I know him, and I love him.
59DukeLove talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.
60LucioCome, sir, I know what I know.
61DukeI can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?
62LucioSir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke.
63DukeHe shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you.
64LucioI fear you not.
65DukeO, you hope the duke will return no more; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I can do you little harm; you’ll forswear this again.
66LucioI’ll be hanged first: thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio die to-morrow or no?
67DukeWhy should he die, sir?
68LucioWhy? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would the duke we talk of were returned again: the ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with continency; sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light: would he were returned! Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on Fridays. He’s not past it yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell. Exit.
69DukeNo might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure ’scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
But who comes here?
70Enter Escalus, Provost, and Officers with Mistress Overdone.
71EscalusGo; away with her to prison!
72Mistress OverdoneGood my lord, be good to me; your honour is accounted a merciful man; good my lord.
73EscalusDouble and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play the tyrant.
74ProvostA bawd of eleven years’ continuance, may it please your honour.
75Mistress OverdoneMy lord, this is one Lucio’s information against me. Mistress Kate Keepdown was with child by him in the duke’s time; he promised her marriage: his child is a year and a quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept it myself; and see how he goes about to abuse me!
76EscalusThat fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to; no more words. Exeunt Officers with Mistress Overdone. Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered; Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation. If my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with him.
77ProvostSo please you, this friar hath been with him, and advised him for the entertainment of death.
78EscalusGood even, good father.
79DukeBliss and goodness on you!
80EscalusOf whence are you?
81DukeNot of this country, though my chance is now
To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the See
In special business from his holiness.
82EscalusWhat news abroad i’ the world?
83DukeNone, but that there is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure; but security enough to make fellowships accurst: 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?
84EscalusOne that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.
85DukeWhat pleasure was he given to?
86EscalusRather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed 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 prepared. I am made to understand that you have lent him visitation.
87DukeHe professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge, but most willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice: yet had he framed 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.
88EscalusYou have paid the heavens your function, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have laboured for the poor gentleman to the extremest shore of my modesty: but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him he is indeed Justice.
89DukeIf his own life answer the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself.
90EscalusI am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well.
91DukePeace be with you! Exeunt Escalus and Provost.
He who the sword of heaven 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 striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Twice treble shame on Angelo,
To weed my vice and let his grow!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
How may likeness made in crimes,
Making practice on the times,
To draw with idle spiders’ strings
Most ponderous and substantial things!
Craft against vice I must apply:
With Angelo to-night shall lie
His old betrothed but despised;
So disguise shall, by the disguised,
Pay with falsehood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting. Exit.