measure for measure(量罪记)-第12章
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Enter DUKE in his own habit； and Friar PETER
DUKE。 These letters at fit time deliver me。 ＇Giving letters＇ The
Provost knows our purpose and our plot。 The matter being afoot； keep
your instruction And hold you ever to our special drift； Though sometimes
you do blench from this to that As cause doth minister。 Go； call at Flavius'
house； And tell him where I stay； give the like notice To Valentinus；
Rowland； and to Crassus； And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate； But
send me Flavius first。 PETER。 It shall be speeded well。 Exit FRIAR
Enter VARRIUS
DUKE。 I thank thee； Varrius； thou hast made good haste。 Come； we
will walk。 There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon。 My gentle
Varrius！ Exeunt
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SCENE VI。 A street near the city gate
Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA
ISABELLA。 To speak so indirectly I am loath； I would say the truth；
but to accuse him so； That is your part。 Yet I am advis'd to do it； He says；
to veil full purpose。 MARIANA。 Be rul'd by him。 ISABELLA。 Besides； he
tells me that； if peradventure He speak against me on the adverse side； I
should not think it strange； for 'tis a physic That's bitter to sweet end。
MARIANA。 I would Friar Peter…
Enter FRIAR PETER
ISABELLA。 O； peace！ the friar is come。 PETER。 Come； I have found
you out a stand most fit； Where you may have such vantage on the Duke
He shall not pass you。 Twice have the trumpets sounded； The generous
and gravest citizens Have hent the gates； and very near upon The Duke is
ent'ring； therefore； hence； away。 Exeunt
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 The city gate
Enter at several doors DUKE； VARRIUS； LORDS； ANGELO；
ESCALUS； Lucio； PROVOST； OFFICERS； and CITIZENS
DUKE。 My very worthy cousin； fairly met！ Our old and faithful
friend； we are glad to see you。 ANGELO； ESCALUS。 Happy return be to
your royal Grace！ DUKE。 Many and hearty thankings to you both。 We
have made inquiry of you； and we hear Such goodness of your justice that
our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks； Forerunning more
requital。 ANGELO。 You make my bonds still greater。 DUKE。 O； your
desert speaks loud； and I should wrong it To lock it in the wards of covert
bosom； When it deserves； with characters of brass； A forted residence
'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion。 Give me your hand。 And
let the subject see； to make them know That outward courtesies would fain
proclaim Favours that keep within。 Come； Escalus； You must walk by us
on our other hand； And good supporters are you。
Enter FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA
PETER。 Now is your time； speak loud； and kneel before him。
ISABELLA。 Justice； O royal Duke！ Vail your regard Upon a wrong'd… I
would fain have said a maid！ O worthy Prince； dishonour not your eye By
throwing it on any other object Till you have heard me in my true
complaint； And given me justice； justice； justice； justice。 DUKE。 Relate
your wrongs。 In what？ By whom？ Be brief。 Here is Lord Angelo shall give
you justice； Reveal yourself to him。 ISABELLA。 O worthy Duke； You bid
me seek redemption of the devil！ Hear me yourself； for that which I must
speak Must either punish me； not being believ'd； Or wring redress from
you。 Hear me； O； hear me； here！ ANGELO。 My lord； her wits； I fear me；
are not firm； She hath been a suitor to me for her brother； Cut off by
course of justice… ISABELLA。 By course of justice！ ANGELO。 And she
will speak most bitterly and strange。 ISABELLA。 Most strange； but yet
most truly； will I speak。 That Angelo's forsworn； is it not strange？ That
Angelo's a murderer； is't not strange？ That Angelo is an adulterous thief；
An hypocrite； a virgin…violator； Is it not strange and strange？ DUKE。 Nay；
it is ten times strange。 ISABELLA。 It is not truer he is Angelo Than this is
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all as true as it is strange； Nay； it is ten times true； for truth is truth To th'
end of reck'ning。 DUKE。 Away with her。 Poor soul； She speaks this in th'
infirmity of sense。 ISABELLA。 O Prince！ I conjure thee； as thou believ'st
There is another comfort than this world； That thou neglect me not with
that opinion That I am touch'd with madness。 Make not impossible That
which but seems unlike： 'tis not impossible But one； the wicked'st caitiff
on the ground； May seem as shy； as grave； as just； as absolute； As Angelo；
even so may Angelo； In all his dressings； characts； titles； forms； Be an
arch…villain。 Believe it； royal Prince； If he be less； he's nothing； but he's
more； Had I more name for badness。 DUKE。 By mine honesty； If she be
mad； as I believe no other； Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense；
Such a dependency of thing on thing； As e'er I heard in madness。
ISABELLA。 O gracious Duke； Harp not on that； nor do not banish reason
For inequality； but let your reason serve To make the truth appear where it
seems hid； And hide the false seems true。 DUKE。 Many that are not mad
Have； sure； more lack of reason。 What would you say？ ISABELLA。 I am
the sister of one Claudio； Condemn'd upon the act of fornication To lose
his head； condemn'd by Angelo。 I； in probation of a sisterhood； Was sent to
by my brother； one Lucio As then the messenger… LUCIO。 That's I； an't
like your Grace。 I came to her from Claudio； and desir'd her To try her
gracious fortune with Lord Angelo For her poor brother's pardon。
ISABELLA。 That's he； indeed。 DUKE。 You were not bid to speak。 LUCIO。
No； my good lord； Nor wish'd to hold my peace。 DUKE。 I wish you now；
then； Pray you take note of it； and when you have A business for yourself；
pray heaven you then Be perfect。 LUCIO。 I warrant your honour。 DUKE。
The warrant's for yourself； take heed to't。 ISABELLA。 This gentleman
told somewhat of my tale。 LUCIO。 Right。 DUKE。 It may be right； but you
are i' the wrong To speak before your time。 Proceed。 ISABELLA。 I went
To this pernicious caitiff deputy。 DUKE。 That's somewhat madly spoken。
ISABELLA。 Pardon it； The phrase is to the matter。 DUKE。 Mended again。
The matter… proceed。 ISABELLA。 In brief… to set the needless process by；
How I persuaded； how I pray'd； and kneel'd； How he refell'd me； and how
I replied； For this was of much length… the vile conclusion I now begin
with grief and shame to utter： He would not； but by gift of my chaste body
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To his concupiscible intemperate lust； Release my brother； and； after much
debatement； My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour； And I did yield to
him。 But the next morn betimes； His purpose surfeiting； he sends a warrant
For my poor brother's head。 DUKE。 This is most likely！ ISABELLA。 O
that it were as like as it is true！ DUKE。 By heaven； fond wretch； thou
know'st not what thou speak'st； Or else thou art suborn'd against his
honour In hateful practice。 First； his integrity Stands without blemish； next；
it imports no reason That with such vehemency he should pursue Faults
proper to himself。 If he had so offended； He would have weigh'd thy
brother by himself； And not have cut him off。 Some one hath set you on；
Confess the truth； and say by whose advice Thou cam'st here to complain。
ISABELLA。 And is this all？ Then； O you blessed ministers above； Keep
me in patience； and； with ripened time； Unfold the evil which is here
wrapt up In countenance！ Heaven shield your Grace from woe； As I； thus
wrong'd； hence unbelieved go！ DUKE。 I know you'd fain be gone。 An
officer！ To prison with her！ Shall we thus permit A blasting and a
scandalous breath to fall On him so near us？ This needs must be a practice。
Who knew of your intent and coming hither？ ISABELLA。 One that I
would were here； Friar Lodowick。 DUKE。 A ghostly father； belike。 Who
knows that Lodowick？ LUCIO。 My lord； I know him； 'tis a meddling friar。
I do not like the man； had he been lay； my lord； For certain words he spake
against your Grace In your retirement； I had swing'd him soundly。 DUKE。
Words against me？ This's a good friar； belike！ And to set on this wretched
woman here Against our substitute！ Let this friar be found。 LUCIO。 But
yesternight； my lord； she and that friar； I saw them at the prison； a saucy
friar； A very scurvy fellow。 PETER。 Blessed be your royal Grace！ I have
stood by； my lord； and I have heard Your royal ear abus'd。 First； hath this
woman Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute； Who is as free from
touch or soil with her As she from one ungot。 DUKE。 We did believe no
less。 Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of？ PETER。 I know
him for a man divine and holy； Not scurvy； nor a temporary meddler； As
he's reported by this gentleman； And； on my trust； a man that never yet
Did； as he vouches； misreport your Grace。 LUCIO。 My lord； most
villainously； believe it。 PETER。 Well； he in time may
