I am as well acquainted here as I was in our
house of profession. One would think it were Mistress
Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old
customers. First, here's young Master Rash. He's in for
a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, nine-score
and seventeen pounds, of which he made five marks
ready money. Marry, then ginger was not much in request,
for the old women were all dead. Then is there
here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Threepile
the mercer, for some four suits of peach-coloured satin,
which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here
young Dizzy, and young Master Deepvow, and Master
Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey, the rapier and
dagger man, and young Drop-heir that killed lusty
Pudding, and Master Forthright the tilter, and brave
Master Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild Half-can
that stabbed Pots, and I think forty more, all great doers
in our trade, and are now ‘ for the Lord's sake.’
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
Master Barnardine, you must rise and be
hanged, Master Barnardine!
What ho, Barnardine!
A pox o' your throats! Who makes
that noise there? What are you?
Your friends, sir, the hangman. You must be so
good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
Away, you rogue, away! I am
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are
executed, and sleep afterwards.
Go in to him, and fetch him out.
He is coming, sir, he is coming. I hear his straw
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
Very ready, sir.
How now, Abhorson, what's the news with
Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into
your prayers, for look you, the warrant's come.
You rogue, I have been drinking all night.
I am not fitted for't.
O, the better, sir, for he that drinks all night,
and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the
sounder all the next day.
Enter Duke as a friar
Look you, sir, here comes your ghostly father.
Do we jest now, think you?
Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort you,
and pray with you.
Friar, not I. I have been drinking hard all
night and I will have more time to prepare me, or they
shall beat out my brains with billets. I will not consent
to die this day, that's certain.
O, sir, you must, and therefore I beseech you look
forward on the journey you shall go.
I swear I will not die today for any man's
But hear you.
Not a word. If you have anything to say to
me, come to my ward, for thence will not I today.
Unfit to live or die. O gravel heart!
After him, fellows: bring him to the block.
Exeunt Abhorson and Pompey
Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
A creature unprepared, unmeet for death,
And to transport him in the mind he is
Here in the prison, father,
There died this morning of a cruel fever
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
A man of Claudio's years, his beard and head
Just of his colour. What if we do omit
This reprobate till he were well inclined,
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides.
Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on
Prefixed by Angelo. See this be done,
And sent according to command, whiles I
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.
This shall be done, good father, presently,
But Barnardine must die this afternoon,
And how shall we continue Claudio,
To save me from the danger that might come
If he were known alive?
Let this be done.
Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine
And Claudio. Ere twice the sun hath made
His journal greeting to yond generation,
You shall find your safety manifested.
I am your free dependant.
Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo.
Now will I write letters to Varrius –
The provost, he shall bear them – whose contents
Shall witness to him I am near at home,
And that by great injunctions I am bound
To enter publicly. Him I'll desire
To meet me at the consecrated fount
A league below the city, and from thence,
By cold gradation and well-balanced form,
We shall proceed with Angelo.
Here is the head. I'll carry it myself.
Convenient is it. Make a swift return,
For I would commune with you of such things
That want no ear but yours.
I'll make all speed.
Peace, ho, be here.
The tongue of Isabel. She's come to know
If yet her brother's pardon be come hither,
But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair
When it is least expected.
Ho, by your leave!
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
The better, given me by so holy a man.
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?
He hath released him, Isabel, from the world.
His head is off and sent to Angelo.
Nay, but it is not so.
It is no other. Show your wisdom, daughter,
In your close patience.
O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
You shall not be admitted to his sight.
Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel!
Injurious world! Most damned Angelo!
This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot;
Forbear it therefore, give your cause to heaven.
Mark what I say, which you shall find
By every syllable a faithful verity.
The Duke comes home tomorrow – nay, dry your eyes –
One of our covent, and his confessor,
Gives me this instance. Already he hath carried
Notice to Escalus and Angelo,
Who do prepare to meet him at the gates,
There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom
In that good path that I would wish it go,
And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart,
And general honour.
I am directed by you.
This letter then to Friar Peter give.
'Tis that he sent me of the Duke's return.
Say, by this token, I desire his company
At Mariana's house tonight. Her cause and yours
I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you
Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo
Accuse him home and home. For my poor self,
I am combined by a sacred vow
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter.
Command these fretting waters from your eyes
With a light heart. Trust not my holy order
If I pervert your course. Who's here?
Good even. Friar, where's the provost?
Not within, sir.
O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see
thine eyes so red. Thou must be patient. I am fain to
dine and sup with water and bran. I dare not for my
head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to't.
But they say the Duke will be here tomorrow. By my
troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother. If the old fantastical
Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholding to your
reports, but the best is, he lives not in them.
Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do.
He's a better woodman than thou tak'st him for.
Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee. I can tell thee
pretty tales of the Duke.
You have told me too many of him already, sir, if
they be true; if not true, none were enough.
I was once before him for getting a wench with
Did you such a thing?
Yes, marry, did I, but I was fain to forswear it.
They would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
Sir, your company is fairer than honest. Rest you
By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end. If
bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it. Nay,
friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick.