Sir, I know him, and I loue him.
Loue talkes with better knowledge, & know
ledge with deare loue.
Come Sir, I know what I know.
I can hardly beleeue that, since you know not
what you speake. But if euer the Duke returne (as our
praiers are he may) let mee desire you to make your an
swer before him: if it bee honest you haue spoke, you
haue courage to maintaine it; I am bound to call vppon
you, and I pray you your name?
Sir my name is
Lucio, wel known to the
Duke.
He shall know you better Sir, if I may liue
to report you.
I feare you not.
O, you hope the Duke will returne no more:
or you imagine me to vnhurtfull an opposite: but indeed
I can doe you little harme: You'll for‑sweare this a
gaine?
Ile be hang'd first: Thou art deceiu'd in mee Friar.
But no more of this: Canst thou tell if
Claudio
die to morrow, or no?
Why should he die Sir?
Why? For filling a bottle with a Tunne‐dish:
I would the Duke we talke of were return'd againe: this
vngenitur'd Agent will vn‑people the Prouince with
Continencie. Sparrowes must not build in his house‑
eeues, because they are lecherous: The Duke yet would
haue darke deeds darkelie answered, hee would neuer
bring them to light: would hee were return'd. Marrie
this
Claudio is condemned for
vntrussing. Farwell good
Friar, I prethee pray for me: The Duke (I say to thee
againe) would eate Mutton on Fridaies. He's now past
it, yet (and I say to thee) hee would mouth with a beg
gar, though she smelt browne‑bread and Garlicke: say
that I said so: Farewell.
Go, away with her to prison.
Good my Lord be good to mee, your Honor
is accounted a mercifull man: good my Lord.
Double, and trebble admonition, and still for
feite in the same kinde? This would make mercy sweare
and play the Tirant.
A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance, may it please your Honor.
My Lord, this is one
Lucio's
information a
gainst me, Mistris
Kate Keepe‑downe was with childe by
him in the Dukes time, he promis'd her marriage: his
Childe is
a yeere and a quarter olde come
Philip
and
Ia
cob
: I haue kept it my selfe; and see how
hee goes about
to abuse me.
That fellow is a fellow of much License: Let
him be call'd before vs, Away with her to prison: Goe
too,
no more words. Prouost, my Brother
Angelo will
not be alter'd,
Claudio must die
to morrow: Let him be
furnish'd with Diuines, and haue all charitable prepara
tion. If my brother wrought by my pitie, it should not
be so with him.
So please you, this Friar hath beene with him,
and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death.
Good'euen, good Father.
Blisse, and goodnesse on you.