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Lent him our terror, drest him with our love;
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
Look, where he comes.
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,
But to fine issues 5: nor nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use. 6 But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advértise;
Hold therefore, Angelo:
In our remove, be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart: Old Escalus,
4 So much thy own property. 6 Interest.
5 For high purposes.
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Be stamp'd upon it.
Duke. 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 impórtune, 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.
Yet, give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. Duke. My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand;
[Exit Escal. 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:
7 Extent of power.
A power I have; but of what strength and nature
Ang. "Tis so with me:-Let us withdraw together,
And we may soon our satisfaction have
Touching that point.
I'll wait upon your honour.
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.
1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Amen.
Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal?
Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
1 Gent. 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, doth relish the petition well that prays for
2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast where grace was said.
2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
1 Gent. What? in metre?
Lucio. In any proportion 9, or in any language. 1 Gent. 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
1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers between us1.
Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: Thou art the list.
1 Gent. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. 2 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.
1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not?
2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted, or free.
Lucio. Behold, beheld, where madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to
2 Gent. To what, I pray?
1 Gent. Judge.
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year.
1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Lucio. A French crown3 more.
1 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me: but thou art full of error; I am sound.
1 A cut of the same cloth.
2 A jest on the loss of hair by the French disease. 3 Corona Veneris.
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.
1 Gent How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all.
1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee?
Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so.
Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so; I saw him arrested; saw him carried away; and which is more, within these three days his head is to be chopped off.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so: Art thou sure of this?
Bawd. 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.
2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose.
1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it.
[Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen. Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with you?
4 The sweating sickness.