Clow.

I am as well14Q0118 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 peach-colour'd satten, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young master Deep-vow, and master Copper-spur, and master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd lusty Pudding, and master Forth-right ^note the tilter, and brave master Shoo-tye the great traveller, and wild Half-can that stab'd Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now for the lord's sake.

Abho.

Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.

Clow.

Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hang'd, master Barnardine.

Abho.

What ho, Barnardine!

Barn. [within.]

A pox o' your throats! Who makes that noise there? what are you?

Clow.

Your friends, sir; the hangman: You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.

Barn.

Away, ^note you rogue, away; I am sleepy.

Abho.

Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly too.

Clow.

Pray, master Barnardine, awake 'till you are executed, and sleep afterwards.

Abho.

Go in to him, and fetch him out.

Clow.

He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.

Abho.

Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?

Clow.

Very ready, sir.

Barn.

How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?

Abho.

Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.

Barn.

You rogue, I have been drinking all night, I am not fitted for't.

Clow.

O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.

Abho.

Look you, sir, here comes your ghostly father; Do we jest now, think you?

Duke.
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.

Barn.

Friar, not I; I have been drinking hard all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not

consent to dye this day, that's certain.

Duke.
O, sir, you must: and therefore, I beseech you,
Look forward on the journey you shall go.

Barn.

I swear, I will not dye to-day for any man's persuasion.

Duke.

But hear you, ^note—

Barn.

Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day.

Duke.
Unfit to live, or dye: O gravel heart!—
After him fellows; bring him to the block. [Exeunt Clown, and Abhorson. Enter Provost.

Prov.
Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?

Duke.
A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death;
And, to transport him in the mind he is,
Were damnable.

Prov.
Here in the prison, father,
There dy'd 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 colour; ^note What if we do omit
This reprobate, 'till he were well inclin'd,
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?

Duke.
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 dye.

Prov.
This shall be done, good father, presently,
But Barnardine must dye this afternoon:

And how shall we continue Claudio,
To save me from the danger that might come,
If he were known alive?

Duke.
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 ^note, you shall find
Your safety manifested.

Prov.
I am your free dependant.

Duke.
Quick then, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo. [Exit Provost.
Now will I write letters to Angelo,—
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 publickly: him I'll desire
To meet me at the consecrated fount,
A league below the city; And from thence,
By cold gradation, and weal-balanc'd ^note form,
We shall proceed with Angelo. Re-enter Provost.

Prov.
Here † is the head; I'll carry it myself.

Duke.
Convenient is it: Make a swift return;
For I would commune with you of such things,
That want no ear but yours.

Prov.
I'll make all speed. [Exit Provost.

Isab. [within.]
Peace, ho, be here!

Duke.
The tongue of Isabell: 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.

Isab.
Ho, by your leave.

Duke.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

Isab.
The better, given me by so holy a man.
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?

Duke.
He hath releas'd him, Isabell, from the world;
His head is off, and sent to Angelo.

Isab.
Nay, but it is not so.

Duke.
It is no other:
In your close patience,14Q0119 daughter, shew your wisdom.

Isab.
O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.14Q0120.

Duke.
You shall not be admitted to his sight.

Isab.
Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabell!
Injurious world! Most damned Angelo!

Duke.
This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot:
Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
Mark what I say; which you shall surely 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 carry'd
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
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 honour.

Isab.
I am directed by you.

Duke.
This &dagger2; 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
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? ^note Enter Lucio.

Luci.
Good even!
Friar, where is the provost?

Duke.

Not within, sir.

Luci.

O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient: I am fain 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, Isabell, I lov'd your brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.

Duke.

Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.

Luci.

Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou tak'st him for.

Duke.

Well, you'll answer this one day: Fare ye well.

Luci.

Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee: I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

Duke.

You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.

Luci.

I was once before him for getting a wench with child.

Duke.

Did you such a thing?

Luci.

Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to forswear it; they would else have marry'd me to the rotten medlar.

Duke.

Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well.

Luci.

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 ^note, friar, I am a kind of bur, I shall stick.