I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.

Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!

Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!

Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar,
Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth
And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain? and then to glance from him
To the duke himself, to tax ...

The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.

How! know you where you are?

Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.

In very good time: speak not you to him till we
call upon you.

Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all
that you have said.

I will go darkly to work with her.

Say you?

Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
Exit an Attendant
Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
shall see how I'll handle her.

We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and
enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
notable fellow.

My lord, we'll do it throughly.
Exit DUKE
Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?

I shall, sir. Fare you well.

He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of
complaints, and to deliver us from devices
hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand
against us.

I guess not.

Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.

I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well.

You have paid the heavens your function, and the
prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have
laboured for the poor gentleman to the extremest
shore of my modesty: but my brother justice have I
found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him
he is indeed ...

Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at
any thing which professed to make him rejoice: a
gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to
his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous;
and let me desire to know how you find Claudio
prepared. I am made ...

One that, above all other strifes, contended
especially to know himself.

What news abroad i' the world?

Of whence are you?

Good even, good father.

That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be
called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to;
no more words.
Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE
Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered;
Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished
with divines, and have all ...

Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in
the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play
the tyrant.

Go; away with her to prison!

It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
But yet,--poor Claudio! There is no remedy.
Come, sir.

It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.

I pray you home to dinner with me.

To my house. Fare you well.
Exit ELBOW
What's o'clock, think you?

Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven,
the most sufficient of your parish.

Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do you
wrong to put you so oft upon 't: are there not men
in your ward sufficient to serve it?

I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had
continued in it some time. You say, seven years together?

Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master
constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?

Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your
prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find
you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever;
no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey,
I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd
Caesar ...

There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you:
it is but heading and hanging.

No, Pompey.

But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall
not be allowed in Vienna.

How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What
do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?

Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you;
so that in the beastliest sense you are Pompey the
Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey,
howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you
not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you.

What else?

Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell.
Exit FROTH
Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your
name, Master tapster?

Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master
Froth, I would not have you acquainted with
tapsters: they will draw you, Master Froth, and you
will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no
more of you.

Hath she had any more than one husband?

Your mistress' name?

So. What trade are you of, sir?

Are you of fourscore pounds a year?