| [Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS] | |
| ESCALUS | Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other. |
| ANGELO | In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and redeliver our authorities there |
| ESCALUS | I guess not. |
| ANGELO | And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street? |
| ESCALUS | He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us. |
| ANGELO | Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed betimes i' the morn; I'll call you at your house: give notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet him. |
| ESCALUS | I shall, sir. Fare you well. |
| ANGELO | Good night. |
| [Exit ESCALUS] | |
| This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body that enforced The law against it! But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no; For my authority bears of a credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch But it confounds the breather. He should have lived, Save that riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge, By so receiving a dishonour'd life With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived! A lack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not. |
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| [Exit] |