Pompey is carried off to prison. Lucio refuses to provide bail money for him, and slanders the absent duke to the “Friar,” who warns Lucio that he will pay for his slander when the duke “returns.” The Bawd, also under arrest, tells Escalus that Lucio fathered an illegitimate child on Kate Keepdown. The “Friar” tells Escalus that Claudio is prepared to die, and has Escalus reassure him about the duke’s reputation.
Enter Elbow, ⌜Pompey, and⌝ Officers.
ELBOW, ⌜to Pompey⌝1505
Nay, if there be no remedy for it 1506but that you will needs buy and sell men and 1507women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink 1508brown and white bastard. DUKE, ⌜as Friar, aside⌝15095O heavens, what stuff is here? POMPEY1510
’Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, 1511the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed 1512by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm, 1513and furred with fox and lambskins too, to signify 151410that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for 1515the facing. ELBOW1516
Come your way, sir.—Bless you, good father 1517friar. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1518
And you, good brother father. What 151915offense hath this man made you, sir? ELBOW1520
Marry, sir, he hath offended the law; and, sir, 1521we take him to be a thief too, sir, for we have found
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1522upon him, sir, a strange picklock, which we have 1523sent to the Deputy. DUKE, ⌜as Friar, to Pompey⌝ 152420Fie, sirrah, a bawd, a wicked bawd! 1525The evil that thou causest to be done, 1526That is thy means to live. Do thou but think 1527What ’tis to cram a maw or clothe a back 1528From such a filthy vice; say to thyself, 152925From their abominable and beastly touches 1530I drink, I eat, ⌜array⌝ myself, and live. 1531Canst thou believe thy living is a life, 1532So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend. POMPEY1533
Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir. But yet, 153430sir, I would prove— DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 1535Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin, 1536Thou wilt prove his.—Take him to prison, officer. 1537Correction and instruction must both work 1538Ere this rude beast will profit. ELBOW153935He must before the Deputy, sir; he has given 1540him warning. The Deputy cannot abide a whoremaster. 1541If he be a whoremonger and comes before 1542him, he were as good go a mile on his errand. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 1543That we were all, as some would seem to be, 154440From our faults, as faults from seeming, free. ELBOW1545
His neck will come to your waist—a cord, sir.
Enter Lucio.
POMPEY1546
I spy comfort, I cry bail. Here’s a gentleman 1547and a friend of mine. LUCIO1548
How now, noble Pompey? What, at the wheels of 154945Caesar? Art thou led in triumph? What, is there 1550none of Pygmalion’s images, newly made woman, 1551to be had now, for putting the hand in the pocket 1552and extracting ⌜it⌝ clutched? What reply, ha? What
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1553sayst thou to this tune, matter, and method? Is ’t not 155450drowned i’ th’ last rain, ha? What sayst thou, trot? Is 1555the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad 1556and few words? Or how? The trick of it? DUKE, ⌜as Friar, aside⌝1557
Still thus, and thus; still worse. LUCIO, ⌜to Pompey⌝1558
How doth my dear morsel, thy 155955mistress? Procures she still, ha? POMPEY1560
Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and 1561she is herself in the tub. LUCIO1562
Why, ’tis good. It is the right of it. It must be so. 1563Ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd, an 156460unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going to 1565prison, Pompey? POMPEY1566
Yes, faith, sir. LUCIO1567
Why, ’tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell. Go say I 1568sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? Or how? ELBOW156965For being a bawd, for being a bawd. LUCIO1570
Well, then, imprison him. If imprisonment be 1571the due of a bawd, why, ’tis his right. Bawd is he, 1572doubtless, and of antiquity too. Bawd born.— 1573Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, 157470Pompey. You will turn good husband now, 1575Pompey; you will keep the house. POMPEY1576
I hope, sir, your good Worship will be my bail. LUCIO1577
No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the 1578wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage. 157975If you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is 1580the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey.—Bless you, friar. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1581
And you. LUCIO, ⌜to Pompey⌝1582
Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, 1583ha? ELBOW, ⌜to Pompey⌝158480Come your ways, sir, come. POMPEY, ⌜to Lucio⌝1585
You will not bail me, then, sir? LUCIO1586
Then, Pompey, nor now.—What news abroad, 1587friar? What news? ELBOW, ⌜to Pompey⌝1588
Come your ways, sir, come.
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LUCIO158985Go to kennel, Pompey, go. ⌜Elbow, Pompey, and Officers exit.⌝ 1590What news, friar, of the Duke? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1591
I know none. Can you tell me of any? LUCIO1592
Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; 1593other some, he is in Rome. But where is he, think 159490you? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1595
I know not where, but wheresoever, I 1596wish him well. LUCIO1597
It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal 1598from the state and usurp the beggary he was never 159995born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence. 1600He puts transgression to ’t. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1601
He does well in ’t. LUCIO1602
A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm 1603in him. Something too crabbed that way, friar. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1604100It is too general a vice, and severity 1605must cure it. LUCIO1606
Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred; 1607it is well allied, but it is impossible to extirp it quite, 1608friar, till eating and drinking be put down. They say 1609105this Angelo was not made by man and woman after 1610this downright way of creation. Is it true, think 1611you? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1612
How should he be made, then? LUCIO1613
Some report a sea-maid spawned him; some, 1614110that he was begot between two stockfishes. But it is 1615certain that when he makes water, his urine is 1616congealed ice; that I know to be true. And he is a 1617motion generative, that’s infallible. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1618
You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace. LUCIO1619115Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the 1620rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a 1621man! Would the duke that is absent have done this? 1622Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting 1623a hundred bastards, he would have paid for the
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1624120nursing a thousand. He had some feeling of the 1625sport, he knew the service, and that instructed him 1626to mercy. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1627
I never heard the absent duke much 1628detected for women. He was not inclined that way. LUCIO1629125O, sir, you are deceived. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1630
’Tis not possible. LUCIO1631
Who, not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of fifty; 1632and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish. The 1633Duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too, 1634130that let me inform you. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1635
You do him wrong, surely. LUCIO1636
Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the 1637Duke, and I believe I know the cause of his 1638withdrawing. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1639135What, I prithee, might be the cause? LUCIO1640
No, pardon. ’Tis a secret must be locked within 1641the teeth and the lips. But this I can let you 1642understand: the greater file of the subject held the 1643Duke to be wise. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1644140Wise? Why, no question but he was. LUCIO1645
A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1646
Either this is envy in you, folly, or 1647mistaking. The very stream of his life and the 1648business he hath helmed must, upon a warranted 1649145need, give him a better proclamation. Let him be 1650but testimonied in his own bringings-forth, and he 1651shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman, 1652and a soldier. Therefore you speak unskillfully. Or, 1653if your knowledge be more, it is much darkened in 1654150your malice. LUCIO1655
Sir, I know him, and I love him. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1656
Love talks with better knowledge, and 1657knowledge with ⌜dearer⌝ love. LUCIO1658
Come, sir, I know what I know. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1659155I can hardly believe that, since you
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1660know not what you speak. But if ever the Duke 1661return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you 1662to make your answer before him. If it be honest you 1663have spoke, you have courage to maintain it. I am 1664160bound to call upon you, and, I pray you, your name? LUCIO1665
Sir, my name is Lucio, well known to the Duke. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1666
He shall know you better, sir, if I may 1667live to report you. LUCIO1668
I fear you not. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1669165O, you hope the Duke will return no 1670more, or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. 1671But indeed I can do you little harm; you’ll 1672forswear this again. LUCIO1673
I’ll be hanged first. Thou art deceived in me, 1674170friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio 1675die tomorrow or no? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1676
Why should he die, sir? LUCIO1677
Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would 1678the Duke we talk of were returned again. This 1679175ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with 1680continency. Sparrows must not build in his house 1681eaves, because they are lecherous. The Duke yet 1682would have dark deeds darkly answered. He would 1683never bring them to light Would he were returned. 1684180Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing. 1685Farewell, good friar. I prithee pray for me. The 1686Duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on 1687Fridays. He’s now past it, yet—and I say to thee— 1688he would mouth with a beggar though she smelt 1689185brown bread and garlic. Say that I said so. Farewell. He exits. DUKE 1690No might nor greatness in mortality 1691Can censure scape. Back-wounding calumny 1692The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
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1693Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue? 1694190But who comes here?
Enter Escalus, Provost, ⌜Officers,⌝ and ⌜Mistress Overdone, a⌝ Bawd.
ESCALUS, ⌜to Officers⌝1695
Go, away with her to prison. BAWD1696
Good my lord, be good to me. Your Honor is 1697accounted a merciful man, good my lord. ESCALUS1698
Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit 1699195in the same kind? This would make mercy 1700swear and play the tyrant. PROVOST1701
A bawd of eleven years’ continuance, may it 1702please your Honor. BAWD, ⌜to Escalus⌝1703
My lord, this is one Lucio’s information 1704200against me. Mistress Kate Keepdown was 1705with child by him in the Duke’s time; he promised 1706her marriage. His child is a year and a quarter old 1707come Philip and Jacob. I have kept it myself, and see 1708how he goes about to abuse me. ESCALUS1709205That fellow is a fellow of much license. Let 1710him be called before us. Away with her to prison.— 1711Go to, no more words.⌜Officers exit with Bawd.⌝ 1712Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered. 1713Claudio must die tomorrow. Let him be furnished 1714210with divines and have all charitable preparation. If 1715my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so 1716with him. PROVOST1717
So please you, this friar hath been with him, 1718and advised him for th’ entertainment of death. ESCALUS1719215Good even, good father. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1720
Bliss and goodness on you. ESCALUS1721
Of whence are you? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 1722Not of this country, though my chance is now 1723To use it for my time. I am a brother
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1724220Of gracious order, late come from the See 1725In special business from his Holiness. ESCALUS1726
What news abroad i’ th’ world? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1727
None but that there is so great a fever 1728on goodness that the dissolution of it must cure it. 1729225Novelty is only in request, and it is as dangerous to 1730be aged in any kind of course as it is virtuous to be 1731constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth 1732enough alive to make societies secure, but security 1733enough to make fellowships accursed. Much upon 1734230this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news 1735is old enough, yet it is every day’s news. I pray you, 1736sir, of what disposition was the Duke? ESCALUS1737
One that, above all other strifes, contended 1738especially to know himself. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1739235What pleasure was he given to? ESCALUS1740
Rather rejoicing to see another merry than 1741merry at anything which professed to make him 1742rejoice—a gentleman of all temperance. But leave 1743we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove 1744240prosperous, and let me desire to know how you find 1745Claudio prepared. I am made to understand that 1746you have lent him visitation. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1747
He professes to have received no 1748sinister measure from his judge but most willingly 1749245humbles himself to the determination of justice. Yet 1750had he framed to himself, by the instruction of his 1751frailty, many deceiving promises of life, which I, by 1752my good leisure, have discredited to him, and now 1753is he resolved to die. ESCALUS1754250You have paid the heavens your function and 1755the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have 1756labored for the poor gentleman to the extremest 1757shore of my modesty, but my brother justice have I 1758found so severe that he hath forced me to tell him 1759255he is indeed Justice.
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DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1760
If his own life answer the straitness of 1761his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein if 1762he chance to fail, he hath sentenced himself. ESCALUS1763
I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝1764260Peace be with you. ⌜Escalus and Provost exit.⌝
⌜DUKE⌝ 1765He who the sword of heaven will bear 1766Should be as holy as severe, 1767Pattern in himself to know, 1768Grace to stand, and virtue go; 1769265More nor less to others paying 1770Than by self-offenses weighing. 1771Shame to him whose cruel striking 1772Kills for faults of his own liking. 1773Twice treble shame on Angelo, 1774270To weed my vice, and let his grow. 1775O, what may man within him hide, 1776Though angel on the outward side! 1777How may likeness made in crimes, 1778Making practice on the times, 1779275To draw with idle spiders’ strings 1780Most ponderous and substantial things. 1781Craft against vice I must apply. 1782With Angelo tonight shall lie 1783His old betrothèd but despisèd. 1784280So disguise shall, by th’ disguisèd, 1785Pay with falsehood false exacting 1786And perform an old contracting. He exits.