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That so sweetly were forsworn;
Lights that do mis-lead the morn;
Duke. 'Tis good; tho' music oft hath such a charm To make bad, good; and good provoke to harm.
(21) Take, ob, take those lips away,] This song, which, no doubt, was a great favourite in its time, is inserted in Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with this additional stanza.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears ;
Are of those that April wears.
Bound in those icy chains by thee. With this addition likewise it is printed in the volume of ShakeSpeare's poems. The reason, of this second ftanza being omitted here, is obvious. Mariana has the long rung, applicable to her love for Ange'o, and his perjury to her: and the 2.dicion can only sort, when address'd from a lover to his mistress. VOL. I.
pray you, tell me, hath any body enquir’d for me here to day! much upon this time, have I promis'd here to meet.
Mari. You have not been enquir'd after: I have fate here all day.
Enter Isabel, Dirke. I do constantly believe you :-the time is come,
I shall crave your forbearance a little; may be, I will call upon you anon for some advantage to yourself. Mari. I am always bound to you.
[Exit. Duke. Very well met, and well come : What is the news from this good Deputy?
Isab. He hath a garden circummurd with brick,
Duke. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?
Isab. I've ta’n a due and wary note upon't;
Duke. Are there no other tokens
Ilub. No: none, but only a repair i'th' dark;
brother. Duke. 'Tis well born up. I have not yet made known to Mariana A word of this. What, hoa! within! come forth!
Isab. I do defire the like.
Duke. Take then this your companion by the hand,
[Exeunt Mar. and Isab.
Re-enter Mariana, and Isabel.
you advise it.
Duke. 'Tis not my consent, But my intreaty too.
Ijab. Little have you to say, When you depart from him, but soft and low, • Remember now my
brother." Mari. Fear me not.
Duke. Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all:
for yet our tilth's to fow. (22) (Exe, (22) - for yet our tythe's to fow.] It must be tilth; that is, our tillage is yet to be made; our grain is yet to be put in the ground; the project, from which we expect to profit in the issue, is till to be
put in hand,
- SCENE changes to the Prison.
Enter Provost and Clown.
head? Clown. If the man be a batchelor, Sir, I can : but if he be a marry'd man, he is his wife's head, and I can never cut off a woman's head.
Prov. Come, Sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio and Barnardine : here is in our prison a common executioner, who in his office lacks a helper ; if you will take it on you to aflilt him, it shall redeem you from
your gyves :, if not, you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and your deliverance with an unpitied whipping ; for you have been a notorious bawd.
Clown. Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd, time out of mind, but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman: I would be glad to receive fome inftruction from my fellow-partner. Prov. What hoa, Abhorfon! where's Abhorfon, there?
Prov. Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow in your execution ; if you think it meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here
if f not, use him for the present, and dismiss him. He cannot plead his estimation with you, he hath been a bawd,
Abhor. A bawd, Sir ? fy upon him, he will discredit our mystery.
Prov. Go to, Sir, you weigh equally ; a feather will turn the scale.
[Exit. Ciozn. Pray, Şir, by your good favour; (for, surely, Sir, a good favour you have, but that you have a hanging look ;) do you call, Sir, your occupation a mystery?
Abbor. Ay, Sir; a mystery.
Clown. Painting, Sir, I have heard fwy, is a mystery ; and your whores, Sir, being inembers of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery: but what mystery there fould be in hanging, if I should be hang’d, I cannot imagine.
Abhor. Sir, it is a mystery. Clown. Proof, Abhor. (23) Every true man's apparel fits your thief, Clown : if it be too little for your true man, your thief thinks it big enough.
If it be too big for your true man, your thief thinks it litile enough; fo
every true inan's apparel fits your
Re-enter Provost. Prov. Are you agreed ?
Clown, Sir, I will serve him : for I do find, your hangunan is a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth oftner ask forgiveness.
Prov. You, firrah, provide your block and your ax to-morrow, four o'clock.
Abhor. Come on, bawd, I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
Clown. I do desire to learn, Sir ; and I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you (24)
(23) Abhor. Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Clown, If it be too little for your ibief, your true man thinks it
big enough. If it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it liitle
enough: So every true man's apparel fits your thief ] This is a very notable passage, as it stands in all the editions; but, I dare say, is notably corrupted; and both the speeches, and the words, shuffled and misplaced. What! does the Clown ask proof, how the hangman’s irade is a mystery ; and, so soon as ever Abborson advances bois Tbefis to prove it, the Clown takes the argument out of his mouth, and perverts the very tenour of it? I am satisfied, the Poe: intended a regular Syllogism; and I submit it to judgment, whether my regularion has not restor'd that wit, and humour which was quite lost in the depravation.
(24) You shall find me yours ;This reading, I believe, was first Mr. Rowe's; and consequently adopted by the last Editor. The old