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1

Measure for Measure
[I, 1]

Vincentio

5

Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;
Since I am put to know that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: then no more remains,
But that to your sufficiency [—]
[—] as your Worth is able,]
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you're as pregnant in
As art and practise hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
[Exit an Attendant]
What figure of us Think you he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?

2

Measure for Measure
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

86

[Exit]

3

Measure for Measure
[I, 4]

(stage directions)

364

[Exit]

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

492

[Exit Provost]

5

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

588

I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
[Exit ANGELO]
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?

6

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

655

Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell.
[Exit FROTH]
Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your
name, Master tapster?

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

700

[Exit]

8

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

717

To my house. Fare you well.
[Exit ELBOW]
What's o'clock, think you?

9

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Provost

735

Pray you, do.
[Exit Servant]
I'll know
His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas,
He hath but as offended in a dream!
All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
To die for't!

10

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Angelo

766

Well, let her be admitted.
[Exit Servant]
See you the fornicatress be removed:
Let have needful, but not lavish, means;
There shall be order for't.

11

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

(stage directions)

962

[Exit]

12

Measure for Measure
[II, 3]

(stage directions)

1010

[Exit]

13

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1037

Teach her the way.
[Exit Servant]
O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
[Enter ISABELLA]
How now, fair maid?

14

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

(stage directions)

1202

[Exit]

15

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

(stage directions)

1220

[Exit]

16

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Vincentio

1413

Hold you there: farewell.
[Exit CLAUDIO]
Provost, a word with you!

17

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

(stage directions)

1422

[Exit Provost. ISABELLA comes forward]

18

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1692

[Exit]

19

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1792

[Exit]

20

Measure for Measure
[IV, 1]

Mariana

1801

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]
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
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 displeased, but pleased my woe.