Measure for Measure

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 1

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LUCIO

My lord, most villanously; believe it.

LUCIO

My lord, he did, and very maliciously too. Believe it.

FRIAR PETER

Well, he in time may come to clear himself;
But at this instant he is sick my lord,
170Of 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
175And all probation will make up full clear,
Whensoever he’s convented. First, for this woman.
To justify this worthy nobleman,
So vulgarly and personally accused,
Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,
180Till she herself confess it.

FRIAR PETER

Well, in time he may come to clear himself, but at this instant he’s sick, my lord, suffering a rare fever. Learning there was an accusation planned against Lord Angelo, he personally asked me to come here and speak, as he would have, about what he knows is true and false. And when he’s summoned, he’ll give his oath and furnish proof that will clear everything up. This worthy nobleman, who’s been so publicly and personally accused, will be vindicated, and this woman will be discredited to her face, to such an extent that she herself will have to admit it.

DUKE VINCENTIO

Good friar, let’s hear it.

DUKE VINCENTIO

Good friar, let’s hear it.
ISABELLA is carried off guarded; and MARIANA comes forward
ISABELLA is taken away, under guard, and MARIANA comes forward, wearing a veil.
Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo?
O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools!
Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo;
185In this I’ll be impartial; be you judge
Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar?
First, let her show her face, and after speak.
Isn’t this funny, Lord Angelo? Oh, heaven, the nerve of these wretched fools! Give us some seats. Come, Angelo, my friend. I won’t take any part in this. You be the judge of your own case. Is this the witness, friar? First, let her show her face, and then speak.

MARIANA

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

MARIANA

Pardon me, my lord. I will not show my face until my husband bids me to.

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