Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but seal"d in vain, seal"d in vain.
Enter DUKE, disguised as before
MARIANA. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away; Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still"d my brawling discontent. Exit BOY I cry you mercy, sir, and well could wish You had not found me here so musical.
Let me excuse me, and believe me so, My mirth it much displeas"d, but pleas"d my woe.
DUKE. "Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm To make bad good and good provoke to harm.
I pray you tell me hath anybody inquir"d for me here to-day. Much upon this time have I promis"d here to meet.
MARIANA. You have not been inquir"d after; I have sat here all day.
Enter ISABELLA
DUKE. I do constantly believe you. The time is come even now. I shall crave your forbearance a little. May be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.
MARIANA. I am always bound to you. Exit DUKE. Very well met, and well come.
What is the news from this good deputy?
ISABELLA. He hath a garden circ.u.mmur"d with brick, Whose western side is with a vineyard back"d; And to that vineyard is a planched gate That makes his opening with this bigger key; This other doth command a little door Which from the vineyard to the garden leads.
There have I made my promise Upon the heavy middle of the night To call upon him.
DUKE. But shall you on your knowledge find this way?
ISABELLA. I have ta"en a due and wary note upon"t; With whispering and most guilty diligence, In action all of precept, he did show me The way twice o"er.
DUKE. Are there no other tokens Between you "greed concerning her observance?
ISABELLA. No, none, but only a repair i" th" dark; And that I have possess"d him my most stay Can be but brief; for I have made him know I have a servant comes with me along, That stays upon me; whose persuasion is I come about my brother.
DUKE. "Tis well borne up.
I have not yet made known to Mariana A word of this. What ho, within! come forth.
Re-enter MARIANA
I pray you be acquainted with this maid; She comes to do you good.
ISABELLA. I do desire the like.
DUKE. Do you persuade yourself that I respect you?
MARIANA. Good friar, I know you do, and have found it.
DUKE. Take, then, this your companion by the hand, Who hath a story ready for your ear.
I shall attend your leisure; but make haste; The vaporous night approaches.
MARIANA. Will"t please you walk aside?
Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA DUKE. O place and greatness! Millions of false eyes Are stuck upon thee. Volumes of report Run with these false, and most contrarious quest Upon thy doings. Thousand escapes of wit Make thee the father of their idle dream, And rack thee in their fancies.
Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLA
Welcome, how agreed?
ISABELLA. She"ll take the enterprise upon her, father, If you advise it.
DUKE. It is not my consent, But my entreaty too.
ISABELLA. Little have you to say, When you depart from him, but, soft and low, "Remember now my brother."
MARIANA. Fear me not.
DUKE. Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all.
He is your husband on a pre-contract.
To bring you thus together "tis no sin, Sith that the justice of your t.i.tle to him Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let us go; Our corn"s to reap, for yet our t.i.the"s to sow. Exeunt
SCENE II.
The prison
Enter PROVOST and POMPEY
PROVOST. Come hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man"s head?
POMPEY. If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a married man, he"s his wife"s head, and I can never cut of a woman"s head.
PROVOST. Come, sir, leave me your s.n.a.t.c.hes 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 a.s.sist 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.
POMPEY. 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 some instructions from my fellow partner.
PROVOST. What ho, Abhorson! Where"s Abhorson there?
Enter ABHORSON
ABHORSON. Do you call, sir?
PROVOST. 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 with you; if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him. He cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
ABHORSON. A bawd, sir? Fie upon him! He will discredit our mystery.
PROVOST. Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale. Exit POMPEY. Pray, sir, 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?
ABHORSON. Ay, sir; a mystery.
POMPEY. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your wh.o.r.es, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery; but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hang"d, I cannot imagine.
ABHORSON. Sir, it is a mystery.
POMPEY. Proof?
ABHORSON. Every true man"s apparel fits your thief: if it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough; so every true man"s apparel fits your thief.
Re-enter PROVOST
PROVOST. Are you agreed?
POMPEY. Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth oftener ask forgiveness.
PROVOST. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe to-morrow four o"clock.
ABHORSON. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
POMPEY. I do desire to learn, sir; and I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you a good turn.
PROVOST. Call hither Barnardine and Claudio.
Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY Th" one has my pity; not a jot the other, Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
Enter CLAUDIO
Look, here"s the warrant, Claudio, for thy death; "Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow Thou must be made immortal. Where"s Barnardine?
CLAUDIO. As fast lock"d up in sleep as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller"s bones.
He will not wake.
PROVOST. Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself. [Knocking within] But hark, what noise?
Heaven give your spirits comfort! Exit CLAUDIO [Knocking continues] By and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve For the most gentle Claudio.
Enter DUKE, disguised as before
Welcome, father.
DUKE. The best and wholesom"st spirits of the night Envelop you, good Provost! Who call"d here of late?
PROVOST. None, since the curfew rung.
DUKE. Not Isabel?
PROVOST. No.
DUKE. They will then, ere"t be long.