Duke.
Peace be with you.
He who the sword of heav'n 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!
Oh, what may man within him hide,
Tho' angel on the outward side?
How may likeness made in crimes,
Making practise on the times,
To draw with idle spiders strings
Most pond'rous and substantial things?
Craft against vice I must apply.
With Angelo to-night shall lye
His old betrothed, but despis'd;
So disguise shall by th' disguis'd
Pay with falshood false exacting,
And perform an old contracting. [Exit.

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