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- $Unique_ID{SSP01213}
- $Title{Measure for Measure: Act IV, Scene III}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01200.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
-
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- MEASURE FOR MEASURE
-
-
- ACT IV
- ...............................................................................
-
-
- SCENE III: Another room in the same.
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
-
- {Enter POMPEY.}
-
- POMPEY: I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house
- of profession: one would think it were Mistress
- Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old
- customers. First, here's young Master Rash; he's in
- for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger,
- ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which he made
- five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not
- much in request, for the old women were all dead.
- Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of
- Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four suits of 10
- peach-colored satin, which now peaches him a
- beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young
- Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master
- Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young
- Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master
- Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shooty the
- great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed
- Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in
- our trade, and are now 'for the Lord's sake.'
-
- {Enter ABHORSON.}
-
- ABHORSON: Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. 20
-
- POMPEY: Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
- Master Barnardine!
-
- ABHORSON: What, ho, Barnardine!
-
- BARNARDINE: [Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that
- noise there? What are you?
-
- POMPEY: Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so
- good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
-
- BARNARDINE: [Within] Away, you rogue, away! I am sleepy.
-
- ABHORSON: Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
-
- POMPEY: Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are 30
- executed, and sleep afterwards.
-
- ABHORSON: Go in to him, and fetch him out.
-
- POMPEY: He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw
- rustle.
-
- ABHORSON: Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
-
- POMPEY: Very ready, sir.
-
- {Enter BARNARDINE.}
-
- BARNARDINE: How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?
-
- ABHORSON: Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
- prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.
-
- BARNARDINE: You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not 40
- fitted for 't.
-
- POMPEY: O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,
- and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the
- sounder all the next day.
-
- ABHORSON: Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
- we jest now, think you?
-
- {Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before.}
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
- you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort
- you and pray with you.
-
- BARNARDINE: Friar, not I: I have been drinking hard all night, 50
- and I will have more time to prepare me, or they
- shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not
- consent to die this day, that's certain.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
- Look forward on the journey you shall go.
-
- BARNARDINE: I swear I will not die to-day for any man's
- persuasion.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: But hear you.
-
- BARNARDINE: Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me,
- come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day. 60
-
- [Exit.]
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart!
- After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
-
- [Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY.]
-
- {Re-enter Provost.}
-
- Provost: Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: A creature unprepared, unmeet for death;
- And to transport him in the mind he is
- Were damnable.
-
- Provost: Here in the prison, father,
- There died this morning of a cruel fever
- One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
- A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head
- Just of his color. What if we do omit 70
- This reprobate till he were well inclined;
- And satisfy the deputy with the visage
- Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides!
- Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on
- Prefix'd by Angelo: see this be done,
- And sent according to command; whiles I
- Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.
-
- Provost: This shall be done, good father, presently.
- But Barnardine must die this afternoon: 80
- And how shall we continue Claudio,
- To save me from the danger that might come
- If he were known alive?
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Let this be done.
- Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and
- Claudio:
- Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting
- To the under generation, you shall find
- Your safety manifested.
-
- Provost: I am your free dependant.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo.
-
- [Exit Provost.]
-
- Now will I write letters to Angelo,-- 90
- The provost, he shall bear them, whose contents
- Shall witness to him I am near at home,
- And that, by great injunctions, I am bound
- To enter publicly: him I'll desire
- To meet me at the consecrated fount
- A league below the city; and from thence,
- By cold gradation and well-balanced form,
- We shall proceed with Angelo.
-
- {Re-enter Provost.}
-
- Provost: Here is the head; I'll carry it myself.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Convenient is it. Make a swift return; 100
- For I would commune with you of such things
- That want no ear but yours.
-
- Provost: I'll make all speed.
-
- [Exit.]
-
- ISABELLA: [Within] Peace, ho, be here!
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: The tongue of Isabel. She's come to know
- If yet her brother's pardon be come hither:
- But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
- To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
- When it is least expected.
-
- {Enter ISABELLA.}
-
- ISABELLA: Ho, by your leave!
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
-
- ISABELLA: The better, given me by so holy a man. 110
- Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: He hath released him, Isabel, from the world:
- His head is off and sent to Angelo.
-
- ISABELLA: Nay, but it is not so.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter,
- In your close patience.
-
- ISABELLA: O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: You shall not be admitted to his sight.
-
- ISABELLA: Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
- Injurious world! most damned Angelo! 120
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot;
- Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
- Mark what I say, which you shall find
- By every syllable a faithful verity:
- The duke comes home to-morrow; nay, dry your eyes;
- One of our convent, and his confessor,
- Gives me this instance: already he hath carried
- Notice to Escalus and Angelo,
- Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
- There to give up their power. If you can, pace your
- wisdom 130
- In that good path that I would wish it go,
- And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
- Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
- And general honor.
-
- ISABELLA: I am directed by you.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: This letter, then, to Friar Peter give;
- 'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return:
- Say, by this token, I desire his company
- At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause and yours
- I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you
- Before the duke, and to the head of Angelo 140
- Accuse him home and home. For my poor self,
- I am combined by a sacred vow
- And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter:
- Command these fretting waters from your eyes
- With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
- If I pervert your course. Who's here?
-
- {Enter LUCIO.}
-
- LUCIO: Good even. Friar, where's the provost?
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Not within, sir.
-
- LUCIO: O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see
- thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain 150
- to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for
- my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set
- me to 't. But they say the duke will be here
- to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother:
- if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been
- at home, he had lived.
-
- [Exit ISABELLA.]
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your
- reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
-
- LUCIO: Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do:
- he's a better woodman than thou takest him for. 160
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
-
- LUCIO: Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee
- I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: You have told me too many of him already, sir, if
- they be true; if not true, none were enough.
-
- LUCIO: I was once before him for getting a wench with
- child.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Did you such a thing?
-
- LUCIO: Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to forswear it;
- they would else have married me to the rotten 170
- medlar.
-
- DUKE VINCENTIO: Sir, your company is fairer than honest. Rest you
- well.
-
- LUCIO: By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end:
- if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of
- it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
-
- [Exeunt.]
-