The Bodleian First Folio

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Reference: G3v - Comedies, p. 78

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Measure for Measure. After him (Fellowes) bring him to the blocke. Pro. Now Sir, how do you finde the prisoner? Duke.
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A creature vnpre‑par'd, vnmeet for death, And to transport him in the minde he is, Were damnable.
Pro. Heere in the prison, Father, There died this morning of a cruell Feauor,
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One Ragozine, a most notorious Pirate, A man of Claudio's yeares: his beard, and head Iust of his colour. What if we do omit This Reprobate, til he were wel enclin'd, And satisfie the Deputie with the visage
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Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
Duke. Oh, 'tis an accident that heauen prouides: Dispatch it presently, the houre drawes on Prefixt by Angelo: See this be done, And sent according to command, whiles I
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Perswade this rude wretch willingly to die.
Pro. This shall be done (good Father) presently: But Barnardine must die this afternoone, And how shall we continue Claudio, To saue me from the danger that might come,
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If he were knowne aliue?
Duke. Let this be done, Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio, Ere twice the Sun hath made his iournall greeting To yond generation, you shal finde
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Your safetie manifested.
Pro. I am your free dependant. Exit. Duke. Quicke, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo Now wil I write Letters to Angelo, (The Prouost he shal beare them) whose contents
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Shal witnesse to him I am neere at home: And that by great Iniunctions I am bound To enter publikely: him Ile desire To meet me at the consecrated Fount, A League below the Citie: and from thence,
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By cold gradation, and weale‑ballanc'd forme. We shal proceed with Angelo.
Enter Prouost. Pro. Heere is the head, Ile carrie it my selfe. Duke. Conuenient is it: Make a swift returne, For I would commune with you of such things,
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That want no eare but yours.
Pro. Ile make all speede. Exit. Isabell within. Isa. Peace hoa, be heere. Duke. The tongue of Isabell. She's come to know, If yet her brothers pardon be come hither:
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But I will keepe her ignorant of her good, To make her heauenly comforts of dispaire, When it is least expected.
Enter Isabella. Isa. Hoa, by your leaue. Duke. Good morning to you, faire, and gracious daughter. Isa.
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The better giuen me by so holy a man, Hath yet the Deputie sent my brothers pardon?
Duke. He hath releasd him, Isabell, from the world, His head is off, and sent to Angelo. Isa. Nay, but it is not so. Duke.
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It is no other, Shew your wisedome daughter in your close patience.
Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies. Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight. Isa. Vnhappie Claudio, wretched Isabell,

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Iniurious world, most damned Angelo.
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a iot, Forbeare it therefore, giue your cause to heauen. Marke what I say, which you shal finde By euery sillable a faithful veritie.
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The Duke comes home to morrow: nay drie your eyes, One of our Couent, and his Confessor Giues me this instance: Already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meete him at the gates,
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There to giue vp their powre: If you can pace your wis­ (dome, In that good path that I would wish it go, And you shal haue your bosome on this wretch, Grace of the Duke, reuenges to your heart, And general Honor.
Isa.
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I am directed by you.
Duk. This Letter then to Friar Peter giue, 'Tis that he sent me of the Dukes returne: Say, by this token, I desire his companie At Mariana's house to night. Her cause, and yours
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Ile perfect him withall, and he shal bring you Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home and home. For my poore selfe, I am combined by a sacred Vow, And shall be absent. Wend you with this Letter:
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Command these fretting waters from your eies With a light heart; trust not my holie Order If I peruert your course: whose heere?
Enter Lucio. Luc. Good'euen; Frier, where's the Prouost? Duke.
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Not within Sir.

Luc.

Oh prettie Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to

see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient; I am faine

to dine and sup with water and bran: I dare not for my

head fill my belly. One fruitful Meale would set mee

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too't: but they say the Duke will be heere to Morrow.

By my troth Isabell I lou'd thy brother, if the olde fan­

tastical Duke of darke corners had bene at home, he had liued.

Duke.

Sir, the Duke is marueilous little beholding

to your reports, but the best is, he liues not in them.

Luc.
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Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so wel as I

do: he's a better woodman then thou tak'st him for.

Duke.

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

Luc. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee, I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke. Duke.
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You haue told me too many of him already sir

if they be true: if not true, none were enough.

Lucio.

I was once before him for getting a Wench

with childe.

Duke.

Did you such a thing?

Luc.
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Yes marrie did I; but I was faine to forswear it, They would else haue married me to the rotten Medler.
Duke.

Sir your company is fairer then honest, rest you

well.

Lucio.

By my troth Ile go with thee to the lanes end:

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if baudy talke offend you, wee'l haue very litle of it: nay

Friar, I am a kind of Burre, I shal sticke.

Exeunt
Scena Quarta. [Act 4, Scene 4] Enter Angelo & Escalus. Esc.

Euery Letter he hath writ, hath disuouch'd other.

Ang.

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