Page 1203 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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!
[350] Show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour! Will’t not off?
[Pulls off the friar’s hood and discovers the Duke.]

DUKE
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 [355]

Must have a word anon. − Lay hold on him.

LUCIO

[aside]
This may prove worse than hanging.

DUKE
[to Escalus]
What you have spoke, I pardon: sit you down.
We’ll borrow place of him. [To Angelo] Sir, by your leave.

Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, [360]
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,

And hold no longer out.

ANGELO

O my dread lord,
I should be guiltier than my guiltiness
To think I can be undiscernible, [365]
When I perceive your Grace, like power divine,

Hath looked 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 [370]

Is all the grace I beg.

DUKE