Lucio. I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milkmaid, if she be in Claud. I have done so, but he 's not to be found. Acquaint her with the danger of my state; I have great hope in that; for in her youth Such as move men; besides, she hath prosperous art Lucio. I pray she may; as well for the encourage- Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. Lucio. Within two hours. Claud. Come, officer, away! [Exeunt. Scene III. A monastery. Enter Duke and Friar Thomas. Duke. No, holy father; throw away that thought; Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee More grave and wrinkled than the aims and Of burning youth. Fri. T. May your Grace speak of it? Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you How I have ever loved the life removed, And held in idle price to haunt assemblies Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. 10 I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo, A man of stricture and firm abstinence, My absolute power and place here in Vienna, And he supposes me travell'd to Poland; Fri. T. Gladly, my lord. Duke. We have strict statutes and most biting laws, 20 Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Fri. T. It rested in your Grace To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased: 30 And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd Duke. I do fear, too dreadful: And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, I have on Angelo imposed the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, To do in slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee, 40 50 Scene IV. A nunnery. Enter Isabella and Francisca. Isab. And have you nuns no farther privileges? [Excunt. Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; Isab. Who's that which calls? Fran. It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella, II Turn you the key, and know his business of him; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn. When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men But in the presence of the prioress: Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you, answer him. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is 't that calls? Enter Lucio. [Exit. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses A novice of this place, and the fair sister Isab. Why, her unhappy brother'? let me ask I am that Isabella and his sister. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Woe me! for what? Lucio. For that which, if myself might be his judge, Isab. Sir, make me not your story. 20 Lucio. It is true. 30 I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin As with a saint. Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus: Your brother and his lover have embraced: As those that feed grow full,-as blossoming time, Isab. Some one with child by him?-My cousin Juliet ? Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names Lucio. Isab. O, let him marry her. Lucio. She it is. This is the point. The duke is very strangely gone from hence; 40. 50 60 |