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Measure for Measure.
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Duke.
More of him anon: There is written in your brow Prouost, honesty and constancie; if I reade it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me: but in the boldnes of my cunning, I will lay my selfe in hazard: Claudio, whom heere you haue warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the Law, then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him. To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect, I craue but foure daies respit: for the which, you are to do me both a present, and a dangerous courtesie.

Pro.
Pray Sir, in what?

Duke.
In the delaying death.

Pro.
Alacke, how may I do it? Hauing the houre limited, and an expresse command, vnder penaltie, to deliuer his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case as Claudio's, to crosse this in the smallest.

Duke.
By the vow of mine Order, I warrant you,
If my instructions may be your guide,
Let this Barnardine be this morning executed,
And his head borne to Angelo.

Pro.
Angelo hath seene them both,
And will discouer the fauour.

Duke.
Oh, death's a great disguiser, and you may adde to it; Shaue the head, and tie the beard, and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his death: you know the course is common. If any thing fall to you vpon this, more then thankes and good fortune, by the Saint whom I professe, I will plead against it with my life.

Pro.
Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath.

Duke.
Were you sworne to the Duke, or to the Deputie?

Pro.
To him, and to his Substitutes.

Duke.
You will thinke you haue made no offence, if the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing?

Pro.
But what likelihood is in that?

Duke.
Not a resemblance, but a certainty; yet since I see you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity, nor perswasion, can with ease attempt you, I wil go further then I meant, to plucke all feares out of you. Looke you Sir, heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke: you know the Charracter I doubt not, and the Signet is not strange to you?

Pro.
I know them both.

Duke.
The Contents of this, is the returne of the Duke; you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure: where you shall finde within these two daies, he wil be heere. This is a thing that Angelo knowes not, for hee this very day receiues letters of strange tenor, perchance of the Dukes death, perchance entering into some Monasterie, but by chance nothing of what is writ. Looke, th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard; put not your selfe into amazement, how these things should be; all difficulties are but easie when they are knowne. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I will giue him a present shrift, and aduise him for a better place. Yet you are amaz'd, but this shall absolutely resolue you: Come away, it is almost cleere dawne. Exit.


Scena Tertia.


Enter Clowne.

Clo.
I am as well acquainted heere, as I was in our house of profession: one would thinke it were Mistris Ouer-dons owne house, for heere be manie of her olde Customers. First, here's yong Mr Rash, hee's in for a commoditie of browne paper, and olde Ginger, nine score and seuenteene pounds, of which hee made fiue Markes readie money: marrie then, Ginger was not much in request, for the olde Women were all dead. Then is there heere one Mr Caper, at the suite of Master Three-Pile the Mercer, for some foure suites of Peachcolour'd Satten, which now peaches him a beggar. Then haue we heere, yong Dizie, and yong Mr Deepevow, and Mr Copperspurre, and Mr Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man, and yong Drop-heire that kild lustie Pudding, and Mr Forthlight the Tilter, and braue Mr Shootie the great Traueller, and wilde Halfe-Canne that stabb'd Pots, and I thinke fortie more, all great doers in our Trade, and are now for the Lords sake.

Enter Abhorson.

Abh.

Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether

Clo.
Mr Barnardine, you must rise and be hang'd, Mr Barnardine

Abh.
What hoa Barnardine.

Barnardine within.

Bar.

A pox o'your throats: who makes that noyse there? What are you?

Clo.
Your friends Sir, the Hangman:
You must be so good Sir to rise, and be put to death.

Bar.
Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepie

Abh.
Tell him he must awake,
And that quickly too.

Clo.
Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleepe afterwards.

Ab.
Go in to him, and fetch him out.

Clo.
He is comming Sir, he is comming: I heare his Straw russle.

Enter Barnardine.

Abh.

Is the Axe vpon the blocke, sirrah?

Clo.
Verie readie Sir.

Bar.
How now Abhorson?
What's the newes with you?

Abh.
Truly Sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers: for looke you, the Warrants come.

Bar.
You Rogue, I haue bin drinking all night, I am not fitted for't.

Clo.
Oh, the better Sir: for he that drinkes all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleepe the sounder all the next day.

Enter Duke.

Abh.

Looke you Sir, heere comes your ghostly Father: do we iest now thinke you?

Duke.
Sir, induced by my charitie, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I am come to aduise you, Comfort you, and pray with you.

Bar.
Friar, not I: I haue bin drinking hard all night, and I will haue more time to prepare mee, or they shall beat out my braines with billets: I will not consent to die this day, that's certaine.

Duke.
Oh sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
Looke forward on the iournie you shall go.

Bar.
I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion.

Duke.
But heare you:

Bar.
Not a word: if you haue anie thing to say to me, come to my Ward: for thence will not I to day. Exit

Enter Prouost.

Duke.

Vnfit to liue, or die: oh grauell heart.

After