Measure for Measure: V, Scene 1

Duke

1 - 2

My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.

Both Angelo and Escalus

3

Happy return be to your royal Grace!

Duke

4 - 8

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

9

You make my bonds still greater.

Duke

10 - 19

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
Favors that keep within. Come, Escalus,
You must walk by us on our other hand;
And good supporters are you.

Friar Peter

20

Now is your time: speak loud, and kneel before him.

Isabella

21 - 26

Justice, O royal Duke! Vail your regard
Upon a wrong’d—I would fain have said a maid!
O worthy Prince, dishonor 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

27 - 29

Relate your wrongs. In what? By whom? Be brief.
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice;
Reveal yourself to him.

Isabella

30 - 34

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

35 - 37

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

38

By course of justice!

Angelo

39

And she will speak most bitterly and strange.

Isabella

40 - 45

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

46

Nay, it is ten times strange.

Isabella

47 - 50

It is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange;
Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth
To th’ end of reck’ning.

Duke

51 - 52

Away with her! Poor soul,
She speaks this in th’ infirmity of sense.

Isabella

53 - 64

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, caracts, 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

65 - 69

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

70 - 74

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

75 - 76

Many that are not mad
Have sure more lack of reason. What would you say?

Isabella

77 - 82

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

83 - 86

That’s I, and’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

87

That’s he indeed.

Duke

88

To Lucio.
You were not bid to speak.

Lucio

89 - 90

No, my good lord,
Nor wish’d to hold my peace.

Duke

91 - 94

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

95

I warrant your honor.

Duke

96

The warrant’s for yourself; take heed to’t.

Isabella

97

This gentleman told somewhat of my tale—

Lucio

98

Right.

Duke

99 - 100

It may be right, but you are i’ the wrong
To speak before your time. Proceed.

Isabella

101 - 102

I went
To this pernicious caitiff deputy—

Duke

103

That’s somewhat madly spoken.

Isabella

104 - 105

Pardon it,
The phrase is to the matter.

Duke

106

Mended again. The matter; proceed.

Isabella

107 - 118

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 vild conclusion
I now begin with grief and shame to utter.
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
To his concupiscible intemperate lust,
Release my brother; and after much debatement,
My sisterly remorse confutes mine honor,
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

119

This is most likely!

Isabella

120

O that it were as like as it is true!

Duke

121 - 130

By heaven, fond wretch, thou know’st not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honor
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

131 - 136

And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripened time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapp’d up
In countenance! Heaven shield your Grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go!

Duke

137 - 141

I know you’ld 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

142

One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.

Duke

143

A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick?

Lucio

144 - 147

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

148 - 150

Words against me? This’ a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.

Lucio

151 - 153

But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison. A saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.

Friar Peter

154 - 159

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

160 - 161

We did believe no less.
Know you that Friar Lodowick that she speaks of?

Friar Peter

162 - 166

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

167

My lord, most villainously, believe it.

Friar Peter

168 - 180

Well; he in time may come to clear himself;
But at this instant he is sick, my lord,
Of a strange fever. Upon his mere request,
Being come to knowledge that there was complaint
Intended ’gainst Lord Angelo, came I hither,
To speak as from his mouth, what he doth know
Is true and false; and what he with his oath
And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman,
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accus’d,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
Till she herself confess it.

Duke

181 - 188

Good friar, let’s hear it.
Isabella is carried off guarded.
Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo,
In this I’ll be impartial. Be you judge
Of your own cause.
Enter Mariana veiled.
Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.

Mariana

189 - 190

Pardon, my lord, I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.

Duke

191

What, are you married?

Mariana

192

No, my lord.

Duke

193

Are you a maid?

Mariana

194

No, my lord.

Duke

195

A widow then?

Mariana

196

Neither, my lord.

Duke

197

Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?

Lucio

198 - 199

My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are neither
maid, widow, nor wife.

Duke

200 - 201

Silence that fellow. I would he had some cause
To prattle for himself.

Lucio

202

Well, my lord.

Mariana

203 - 206

My lord, I do confess I ne’er was married,
And I confess besides I am no maid.
I have known my husband, yet my husband
Knows not that ever he knew me.

Lucio

207

He was drunk then, my lord, it can be no better.

Duke

208

For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too!

Lucio

209

Well, my lord.

Duke

210

This is no witness for Lord Angelo.

Mariana

211 - 216

Now I come to’t, my lord.
She that accuses him of fornication,
In self-same manner doth accuse my husband,
And charges him, my lord, with such a time
When I’ll depose I had him in mine arms
With all th’ effect of love.

Angelo

217

Charges she more than me?

Mariana

218

Not that I know.

Duke

219

No? You say your husband.

Mariana

220 - 222

Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne’er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel’s.

Angelo

223

This is a strange abuse. Let’s see thy face.

Mariana

224 - 231

My husband bids me, now I will unmask.
Unveiling.
This is that face, thou cruel Angelo,
Which once thou swor’st was worth the looking on;
This is the hand which, with a vow’d contract,
Was fast belock’d in thine; this is the body
That took away the match from Isabel,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her imagin’d person.

Duke

232

Know you this woman?

Lucio

233

Carnally, she says.

Duke

234

Sirrah, no more!

Lucio

235

Enough, my lord.

Angelo

236 - 244

My lord, I must confess I know this woman,
And five years since there was some speech of marriage
Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off,
Partly for that her promised proportions
Came short of composition, but in chief
For that her reputation was disvalued
In levity. Since which time of five years
I never spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her,
Upon my faith and honor.

Mariana

245 - 254

Noble Prince,
As there comes light from heaven, and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue,
I am affianc’d this man’s wife as strongly
As words could make up vows; and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone, in ’s garden-house,
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees,
Or else forever be confixed here,
A marble monument!

Angelo

255 - 261

I did but smile till now.
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice,
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceive
These poor informal women are no more
But instruments of some more mightier member
That sets them on. Let me have way, my lord,
To find this practice out.

Duke

262 - 272

Ay, with my heart,
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths,
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That’s seal’d in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence ’tis deriv’d.
There is another friar that set them on,
Let him be sent for.

Friar Peter

273 - 276

Would he were here, my lord, for he indeed
Hath set the women on to this complaint.
Your Provost knows the place where he abides,
And he may fetch him.

Duke

277 - 283

Go, do it instantly.
Exit Provost.
And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin,
Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth,
Do with your injuries as seems you best,
In any chastisement. I for a while will leave you;
But stir not you till you have well determin’d
Upon these slanderers.

Escalus

284 - 286

My lord, we’ll do it throughly.
Exit Duke.
Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that Friar Lodowick
to be a dishonest person?

Lucio

287 - 289

Cucullus non facit monachum: honest in nothing but in his
clothes, and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of
the Duke.

Escalus

290 - 291

We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce
them against him. We shall find this friar a notable fellow.

Lucio

292

As any in Vienna, on my word.

Escalus

293 - 296

Call that same Isabel here once again, I would speak with
her.
Exit an Attendant.
Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question, you shall see
how I’ll handle her.

Lucio

297

Not better than he, by her own report.

Escalus

298

Say you?

Lucio

299 - 300

Marry, sir, I think if you handled her privately she would
sooner confess; perchance publicly she’ll be asham’d.

Escalus

301

I will go darkly to work with her.

Lucio

302

That’s the way; for women are light at midnight.

Escalus

303 - 304

Come on, mistress. Here’s a gentlewoman denies all that you
have said.

Lucio

305 - 306

My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of, here with the
Provost.

Escalus

307 - 308

In very good time. Speak not you to him till we call upon
you.

Lucio

309

Mum.

Escalus

310 - 311

Come, sir, did you set these women on to slander Lord
Angelo? They have confess’d you did.

Duke

312

’Tis false.

Escalus

313

How! Know you where you are?

Duke

314 - 316

Respect to your great place! And let the devil
Be sometime honor’d for his burning throne!
Where is the Duke? ’Tis he should hear me speak.

Escalus

317 - 318

The Duke’s in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.

Duke

319 - 325

Boldly, at least. But O, poor souls,
Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox,
Good night to your redress! Is the Duke gone?
Then is your cause gone too. The Duke’s unjust
Thus to retort your manifest appeal,
And put your trial in the villain’s mouth
Which here you come to accuse.

Lucio

326

This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.

Escalus

327 - 335

Why, thou unreverend and unhallowed friar,
Is’t not enough thou hast suborn’d these women
To accuse this worthy man, but in foul mouth,
And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain, and then to glance from him
To th’ Duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to th’ rack with him! We’ll touze you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
What? “unjust”?

Duke

336 - 345

Be not so hot. The Duke
Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he
Dare rack his own. His subject am I not,
Nor here provincial. My business in this state
Made me a looker-on here in Vienna,
Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble,
Till it o’errun the stew; laws for all faults,
But faults so countenanc’d, that the strong statutes
Stand like the forfeits in a barber’s shop,
As much in mock as mark.

Escalus

346 - 347

Slander to th’ state!
Away with him to prison.

Angelo

348 - 350

What can you vouch
Against him, Signior Lucio? Is this the man
That you did tell us of?

Lucio

351 - 352

’Tis he, my lord.
Come hither, goodman bald-pate, do you know me?

Duke

353 - 354

I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice; I met you
at the prison, in the absence of the Duke.

Lucio

355 - 356

O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the
Duke?

Duke

357

Most notedly, sir.

Lucio

358 - 359

Do you so, sir? And was the Duke a flesh-monger, a fool, and
a coward, as you then reported him to be?

Duke

360 - 362

You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my
report. You indeed spoke so of him, and much more, much
worse.

Lucio

363 - 364

O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for
thy speeches?

Duke

365

I protest I love the Duke as I love myself.

Angelo

366 - 367

Hark how the villain would close now, after his treasonable
abuses!

Escalus

368 - 371

Such a fellow is not to be talk’d withal. Away with him to
prison! Where is the Provost? Away with him to prison! Lay
bolts enough upon him. Let him speak no more. Away with
those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion!

Duke

372

Stay, sir, stay a while.

Angelo

373

What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.

Lucio

374 - 377

Come, sir, come, sir, come, sir; foh, sir, why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Show
your knave’s visage, with a pox to you! Show your
sheep-biting face, and be hang’d an hour! Will’t not off?
Pulls off the friar’s hood.

Duke

378 - 381

Thou art the first knave that e’er mad’st a duke.
First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three.
To Lucio.
Sneak not away, sir, for the friar and you
Must have a word anon.—Lay hold on him.

Lucio

382

This may prove worse than hanging.

Duke

383 - 388

To Escalus.
What you have spoke I pardon. Sit you down,
We’ll borrow place of him.—Sir, by your leave.
Takes Angelo’s seat.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.

Angelo

389 - 397

O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,
To think I can be undiscernible,
When I perceive your Grace, like pow’r divine,
Hath look’d upon my passes. Then, good Prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame,
But let my trial be mine own confession.
Immediate sentence then, and sequent death,
Is all the grace I beg.

Duke

398 - 399

Come hither, Mariana.
Say: wast thou e’er contracted to this woman?

Angelo

400

I was, my lord.

Duke

401 - 403

Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
Do you the office, friar, which consummate,
Return him here again. Go with him, Provost.

Escalus

404 - 405

My lord, I am more amaz’d at his dishonor
Than at the strangeness of it.

Duke

406 - 410

Come hither, Isabel,
Your friar is now your prince. As I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorneyed at your service.

Isabella

411 - 413

O, give me pardon,
That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty!

Duke

414 - 426

You are pardon’d, Isabel;
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother’s death I know sits at your heart;
And you may marvel why I obscur’d myself,
Laboring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden pow’r
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain’d my purpose. But peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear. Make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.

Isabella

427

I do, my lord.

Duke

428 - 444

For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well-defended honor, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake; but as he adjudg’d your brother—
Being criminal, in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach,
Thereon dependent, for your brother’s life—
The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
“An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!”
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure.
Then, Angelo, thy fault’s thus manifested;
Which though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage.
We do condemn thee to the very block
Where Claudio stoop’d to death, and with like haste.
Away with him!

Mariana

445 - 446

O my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband!

Duke

447 - 454

It is your husband mock’d you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honor,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choke your good to come. For his possessions,
Although by confiscation they are ours,
We do enstate and widow you with all,
To buy you a better husband.

Mariana

455 - 456

O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man.

Duke

457

Never crave him, we are definitive.

Mariana

458

Kneeling.
Gentle my liege—

Duke

459 - 461

You do but lose your labor.
Away with him to death!
To Lucio.
Now, sir, to you.

Mariana

462 - 464

O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part!
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
I’ll lend you all my life to do you service.

Duke

465 - 468

Against all sense you do importune her.
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother’s ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.

Mariana

469 - 475

Isabel!
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me.
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I’ll speak all.
They say best men are moulded out of faults,
And for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad; so may my husband.
O Isabel! Will you not lend a knee?

Duke

476

He dies for Claudio’s death.

Isabella

477 - 488

Kneeling
Most bounteous sir:
Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d
As if my brother liv’d. I partly think
A due sincerity governed his deeds,
Till he did look on me. Since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
In that he did the thine for which he died;
For Angelo,
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way. Thoughts are no subjects,
Intents but merely thoughts.

Mariana

489

Merely, my lord.

Duke

490 - 493

Your suit’s unprofitable; stand up, I say.
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At an unusual hour?

Provost

494

It was commanded so.

Duke

495

Had you a special warrant for the deed?

Provost

496

No, my good lord; it was by private message.

Duke

497 - 498

For which I do discharge you of your office;
Give up your keys.

Provost

499 - 504

Pardon me, noble lord,
I thought it was a fault, but knew it not,
Yet did repent me, after more advice,
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
That should by private order else have died,
I have reserv’d alive.

Duke

505

What’s he?

Provost

506

His name is Barnardine.

Duke

507 - 508

I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
Go fetch him hither, let me look upon him.

Escalus

509 - 512

I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear’d,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood
And lack of temper’d judgment afterward.

Angelo

513 - 516

I am sorry that such sorrow I procure,
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart
That I crave death more willingly than mercy:
’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

Duke

517

Which is that Barnardine?

Provost

518

This, my lord.

Duke

519 - 526

There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squar’st thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d,
But for those earthly faults, I quit them all,
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him,
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow’s that?

Provost

527 - 529

This is another prisoner that I sav’d,
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head,
As like almost to Claudio as himself.

Duke

530 - 543

To Isabella.
If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon’d, and for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand, and say you will be mine,
He is my brother too. But fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quick’ning in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well.
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.
I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here’s one in place I cannot pardon.
To Lucio.
You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman,
Wherein have I so deserv’d of you,
That you extol me thus?

Lucio

544 - 546

Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick. If
you will hang me for it, you may; but I had rather it would
please you I might be whipt.

Duke

547 - 553

Whipt first, sir, and hang’d after.
Proclaim it, Provost, round about the city,
If any woman wrong’d by this lewd fellow
(As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child), let her appear,
And he shall marry her. The nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipt and hang’d.

Lucio

554 - 556

I beseech your Highness do not marry me to a whore. Your
Highness said even now I made you a duke; good my lord, do
not recompense me in making me a cuckold.

Duke

557 - 560

Upon mine honor, thou shalt marry her.
Thy slanders I forgive, and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits. Take him to prison,
And see our pleasure herein executed.

Lucio

561 - 562

Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping,
and hanging.

Duke

563 - 578

Slandering a prince deserves it.
Exeunt Officers with Lucio.
She, Claudio, that you wrong’d, look you restore.
Joy to you, Mariana! Love her, Angelo!
I have confess’d her, and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness,
There’s more behind that is more gratulate.
Thanks, Provost, for thy care and secrecy,
We shall employ thee in a worthier place.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio’s,
Th’ offense pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good,
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
So bring us to our palace, where we’ll show
What’s yet behind, that’s meet you all should know.

Measure for MeasureAct V, Scene 1

At the city gate.

Duke

Both Angelo and Escalus

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Angelo

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Friar Peter

Isabella

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Isabella

Angelo

Isabella

Angelo

Isabella

Duke

Isabella

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Isabella

Duke

Isabella

Duke

Isabella

Lucio

Isabella

Duke

Lucio

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Lucio

Duke

Isabella

Lucio

Duke

Isabella

Duke

Isabella

Duke

Isabella

Duke

Isabella

Duke

Isabella

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Isabella

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Lucio

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Lucio

Friar Peter

Duke

Friar Peter

Lucio

Friar Peter

Duke

Mariana

Duke

Mariana

Duke

Mariana

Duke

Mariana

Duke

Lucio

Duke

Lucio

Mariana

Lucio

Duke

Lucio

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Mariana

Angelo

Mariana

Duke

Mariana

Angelo

Mariana

Duke

Lucio

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Measure for Measure
Act V, Scene 1