VINCENTIO, Duke of Vienna. Angelo, Lord-deputy in the Duke's abfence. می Efcalus, an antient Lord, joint Deputy with Angelo, Lucio, a Fantaftick, Two Gentlemen. Varrius, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke. The Story is taken from Cinthio's Novels. Dec. 8. Nov. 5. Pope. MEA MEASURE for MEASURE. ACTI. SCENE I E A PALACE. Enter Duke, Efcalus, and Lords. Scalus! DUKE. Efcal. My lord, Duke.Of Government the properties t'unfold Would seem in me t' affect speech and discourse, Since I am not to know, that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lifts of all advice My ftrength can give you: then no more remains, A will to ferve us as your worth is able, Of common juftice, y'are as pregnant in, That we remember. There is our commiffion, 1 But that to your fufficiency you add Due diligency, as your worth is able; And let them work. From From which we would not have you warp. Call hither, [To the Attendants. I fay, bid come before us Angelo: What figure of us think you he will bear? Lent him our terror, dreft him with our love; Of our own power: fay, what think you of it? To undergo fuch ample grace and honour, SCENE Enter Angelo. Duke. Look where he comes. II. Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, 2 There is a kind of character in thy life, The smallest fcruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddefs, fhe determines Her felf the glory of a creditor, Both thanks, and ufe. But I do bend my fpeech [Giving him his commiffion. In our remove, be thou at full our felf. Mor 2 they 3 alike as if 4 my part in him advertise; Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart: old Efcalus, Ang. Now, good my lord, Let there be fome more teft made of my metal, Be ftampt upon it. Duke. Come, no more evasion: 5 We have with a prepar'd and leaven'd choice Ang. Yet give leave, my lord, That we may bring you fomething on the way. Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do As to your foul feems good. Give me your hand, Efcal. I fhall defire you, Sir, to give me leave [Exit: To 5 write to you, To look into the bottom of my place: A pow'r I have, but of what ftrength and nature Ang. 'Tis fo with me: let us withdraw together, Efcal. I'll wait upon your honour. SCENE The Street. [Exeunt III. Enter Lucio, and two Gentlemen. Lucio.TF the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to IF compofition with the King of Hungary, why then all the Dukes fall upon the King. 1 Gent. Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's! 2 Gent. Amen! Lucio. Thou conclud'ft like the fanctimonious pyrate, that went to fea with the ten commandments, but fcrap'd one out of the table. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not fteal? Lucio. Ay, that he raz❜d. 1 Gent. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the reft from their functions; they put forth to fteal: there's not a foldier of us all, that in the thankf giving after meat 'doth relish the petition well that prays for Peace. i 2 Gent. I never heard any foldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee: for I think thou never waft where grace was faid. 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least. 1 Gent. What? in meeter? 8 Lucio. 'Not in any profeffion, or in any language, 'I think, or in any religion." 1/2 Gent: |