Measure for Measure. OR BEAUTY THE Best Advocate.
As it is ACTED At the THEATRE in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
VVritten Originally by Mr. Shakespear: And now very much Alter'd; VVith Additions of several Entertainments of MUSICK.
LONDON: Printed for D. Brown, at the Black Swan without Temple-Bar; and R. Parker at the Unicorn Under the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill. 1700.
The Persons NAMES.
- THe Duke of Savoy———Mr. Arnold.
- Angelo his Deputy Privately Marry'd to Mariana. Mr. Betterton.
- Escalus. Chief Minister under Angelo——Mr. Berry.
- Claudio, A Young Nobleman, of an Ancient Fa∣mily, but Decay'd Fortune; one that Behav'd himself well in the War, pri∣vately Marry'd to Julietta. Mr. Verbrugen.
- Lucio, Two Courtiers. Mr. Baile.
- Balthaza, Two Courtiers. Mr. Pack.
- Fryer Thomas.
- Provost,—————Mr. Freeman.
- Isabella, Sister to Claudio, a Young Votary, de sign'd, for want of Fortune, to a Nunnery. Mrs. Bracegirdle.
- Julietta, A Lady of Considerable Fortune; but left in the hands of a Covetous Un∣cle, who is a Hypocrite, and will give Consent to none, that he may not part with it, Mrs. Bowman.
- Mariana A Lady of no Fortune, secretly Mar∣ry'd to Angelo, Mrs. Prince.
To Nicholas Battersby, of the Inner∣Temple, Esq
I Will not so far Rail at my own Practice, as to Exclaim against Epistles of this Nature, to People of the First Qua∣lity, from Persons below 'em: However, I think, 'tis much more Reasonable, to Express our Gratitude to a pri∣vate Friend in the best manner we can; than Court one, to be so, who values neither the Man, nor his Dedication, farther, than it Flatters his Vanity. The Author is not allways Guiltless of this Weakness; To shew that he is Acquainted with a Man of Note and Dignity, he shall Confess Favours he ne∣ver Receiv'd; and, more often Petition for 'em, than he shall ever Succeed. 'Tis Pity, indeed, Men of Generous Education and Sentiments, shou'd be Expos'd to such Mean Things, as to have an Occasion to Complain, that there are in England (the Noblest Nation of Europe) a People, Wearing all the Marks of Grandeur and Magnificence, whose Souls wou'd, much better, Agree with the Good Husbandry of Amsterdam and Geneva. A People, Pro∣fessing a Value for the Muses, and such as Belong to 'em; while, in the Little Care they take, to Incourage their Studies, we Dis∣cover their Concern for the Sisters and their Sons Consists in nothing more, than Promoting their Interest, and Humouring their own Conceit of Inspiration. Praise is ever Wellcome when it Costs Nothing: and if a Good Word, or a Fair Promise, will Engage a VVriter to Speak Well of one that wants it, the Bar∣gain is Cheap enough, when it can be so easily Purchas'd. Tho' a Little VVarmer Assistance, wou'd, sometimes be necessary: Yet this is the Entertainment we have Generally found. And since the Patrons are of such Miserable Dispositions, I see no reason why we shou'd not Prefer the Friends we Converse with, and who are fond of Serving us, before such as Treat us, like their Domesticks, in every thing but Promoting us.
Page [unnumbered]Experience tells me, there are many, whose Names are not so often repeated, nor their Liveries so much seen, who Deserve as well to be Remembred, as those who Affect to be Popular, only by having it in their Power to do Good, tho' it is never in their Natures. A Free, Easie Conversation, a Pleasant Temper, and a Readiness to Oblige a Friend, in Every Thing that a Man is able; are Qualities, which will Eternally Render such a one Happy Himself, and all those Happy who know him.
That you Possess these, every body, of your Acquaintance, must Confess; tho' no Man has had more Temptation than you to Ac∣cuse his Stars, and consequently to be allwayes out of Humour, and Help to make your Friends as uneasie as Himself; as I have known some Persons, with whom the VVorld, being with Justice disgusted, endeavour to make those they Converse with, as wretch∣ed as themselves, in their perpetual Spleen and Vexation. The Persecution of a Father is sufficient to give a Man an Ill Opinion of Mankind in General; but, as yours is no more your Re∣lation, than the Law of Nations has made him, you have Learn't to Treat him with the same Indifference his Ill Practices have ac∣quir'd from the rest of the VVorld: A Man must have a great deal of Good Nature, that can stand out against the Injustice and Oppression of those, who, in Duty, are bound to Protect him. But there are some Men, so Awkard in their VVicked Actions, that they make themselves Ridiculous, when they aim at being Dreadful; and, like the Person you deal with, provoke Pity rather than Terror. Folly being generally its own punishment: and those that aim at Ruining another, seldom fail of destroy∣ing themselves. I would not say so much of this in so open a place, but that I believe there are many Labouring under the same Inconvenience, who have not heart to Disingage themselves so well as you, from the Troubles of a Marry•d Life and a Fami∣ly; and, to appear as Gay, in the midst of Disappointments, as if you were the Master of your Vows and Fortune. I beg you to accept this Present, as a Hearty Return for the many Civilities I have Receiv'd from you: and, since 'tis much more Shakespears than Mine, to make it a part of your Diversion, in the Long Re∣tirement of a Vacation.
Your Humble Servant.
The Epilogue. Shakespeares GHOST,
Spoken by Mr. Verbruggen,
Measure for Measure, &c.
SCENE I. A Large HALL in the Palace.
WHat, Balthazar Return'd from the Wars?
Safe? sure there are yet some Sound in Turin.
Prithee be plain.
What's that to Love, Friend Lucio?
Death! there's a Law, sure 'twas made by Eunuchs▪
You sure but Rally; Pray be Serious.
I just Alighted, and came to Pay my Court to the Deputy.
'Tis well; no Flattery.
She's Beautiful indeed. Your Will, fair Maid?
Well; Your Suit?
Heav'n give thee moving Graces.
Must he needs Dye?
There is no Remedy.
I will not do't.
You can then if you wou'd.
That which I shou'd not do, I cannot do.
He's sentenc'd, 'tis too late.
You are too cold.
That's the Vein, touch it boldly, Madam.
He's forfeit to the Law, you lose your time.
You shou'd instruct the Law: Oh! shew some Pity.
That's well urg'd.
To him, he will relent, I find him coming.
Why shew you all this Passion before me?
Ha, my Lord turn back.
I will consider—come again anon.
Soon as the Opera is over.
Angels Preserve you.
He's grown Thoughtful, I hope he's won.
Please you to sit, they wait but your Command.
Begin the Opera, the Deputy attends.
The First Entertainment.
Enter QUEEN DIDO, Belinda, and Train.
Grief Encreasing, by Concealing.
Mine admits of no Revealing.
Fate forbids what you Persue,
SCENE I. A ROOM in the Pallace.
The Sister, Sir, of Claudio, desires Access.
I'm come to know your Pleasure.
If he must Die, then I've no more to say.
Under your Sentence?
That is set down in Heaven but not on Earth.
I'd rather give my Body then my Soul.
Then must your Brother Dye.
We all are frail.
Else let my Brother Dye.
Nay—VVomen are frail too.
I understand you not.
Know then, I Love you.
No: he shall live, if you'l reward my Love.
My Lord, This is too Palpable.
I am Amaz'd.
SCENE II. Changes to the great Hall.
I do allow it—come let 'em begin.
Resistless Jove Commands—
But Fame Alcander.
'Twas that gave Hector,
Renown and Fame.
'Twas Noble and Brave.
'Twas a Death for a Slave.
While he rots in his Grave.
Say, Beldam, what's thy will?
Harm's our Delight, and Mischief all our Skill.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, &c.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, &c.
I am convinc'd.
Hail to thee, Provost, so I think you are.
I am the Provost: What's your Will, good Fathers?
Must he then die?
Then are you married?
His Name, my Son.
Rise up, my Son.
We promise our Endeavour, Sir, to do it.
Who is this Pedro?
I thank you, Fathers, and desire your Prayrs.
Repent, you Fair One, of the Sin you carry.
SCENE I. The Prison.
THEN you still hope a Pardon from Lord Angelo?
Peace here, and Grace.
That wish deserves a Welcome.
E'r long, my Son, again I'll see you.
Most holy Sir, I thank you.
Well Sister, what's the Comfort?
Is there no Remedy?
But of what Nature?
Let me know my Doom.
Impossible! it cannot be!—Hypocrite.
By Heav'n thou shalt not do it.
Thanks my Dear Sister.
What says my Brother?
Death is a fearful thing!
Ah! My Dear Sister, I would live!
But hear me.
Oh! Fie! fie! fie! how can I think thou art Innocent?
None but in living by a Crime.
Vouchsafe a▪ Word with you, good Sister, but one Word.
What is your Will?
What I hope will be yours too.
Both sunk at Sea, or I mistake.
Thus far how like my Brother's State!
O, base ungrateful Villain!
But is she marry'd?
We both assure you that: You sure may trust us.
Your Blessings, and I'm gone.
All the Duke's Letters are contradictory.
By all that's Good,
Let Jove say what he will, I'll stay.
I come my Lord on the same humble Suit.
SCENE I. A Room in Angelo's Apartment.
This my Lord, is from our purpose.
They areindeed most rich and most surprizing.
Why take 'em, Madam, they are freely yours.
But what can I return for such a Gift?
But my Brother, shall he too live?
He shall—No more of Doubts, he shall.
Never fear it, go.
Forget these Scruples.
I swear there shall not.
Two hours hence Sir?
And in the Royal Grotto.
SCENE II. A Garden.
None, my holy Father.
What happy Sounds are these?
Inform her Isabella of the Matter.
With Joy if you advise it.
But as to time and place?
I shall—fear not your Brother.—
SCENE III. The Prison.
But in obeying here I shall break none.
Thou break'st the Laws of pity and compassion.
Well, let me think a while!
Thanks, my holy Father.
What Comfort is for Claudio?
He is a Judge inexorable.
None, Sir, none.
I wish I may.
Pray let us hear it.
—Whatever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by six this morning, and Bernardine by twelve; for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's Head sent me by seven. Let this be duly executed with a thought that more depends on't than yet you know. Thus fail not to do your Office, as you will answer it at your peril.
What say you to this, Sir?
Gentle Provost, you'll not deny him that?
Oh! my Claudio, do I once more behold thee!
No more my Love—
Oh! oh! my heart. Weeps, and shews great sorrow and impatience.
Prethee, my Love, have patience!
Indeed I cannot help it!
You have enough convinc'd me.
Fear not, but do as I advise.
Time forces now your parting.
Alas! my Claudio, must we part for ever!
Peace hoa! be here.
By your leave.
Good morrow, Gracious Daughter.
This cannot be.
No, I will to him and pull his eyes out.
You will not be admitted to his presence.
I'll be directed by you.
I go to fetch her, and will not fail you.
SCENE 1. The Great Hall in the Palace.
I cannot guess the reason.
Room for the Duke, room for the Duke, longlive Vincentio, Duke of Savoy.
You make my Bonds still greater.
Now's your time, speak loud, and kneel before him.
By course of Justice!
And she'll speak bitterly.
All all, most wondrous strange.
Yet, Royal Sir, 'tis all as true as strange.
Away with her, poor Soul, she's mad.
One that I wish were here, one Fryer Lodwick
I know him well, a man of truth and justice.
Here comes the proof, my Lord.
First let her shew her face, and after speak,
Are you then marry'd?
Charges she more than me?
Not that I know of.
No? you say your Husband.
I do, my Lord, but that is Angelo.
This is a strange Abuse; let's see thy face.
Know you this woman, Angelo?
My good Lord, I was.
I crave no other, wou'd no better man.
Speak not you for him, my resolve is fixt.
For Claudio's death he dies.
I was so commanded.
Had you a special Warrant for so doing?
No, my good Lord, it was a private Message.
VVhat is he?
His name is Bernardine.
Is this that Bernardine that you have sav'd.
It is, my Liege, as like to Claudio as himself.
If he be like your Brother he is safe.
Tritons and Nereids come pay your devotion,
To the new rising Star of the Ocean.
Blind they are, but strike the Heart,
See the Spring in all her Glory,
Welcomes Venus to the shore.
The Sun does guild our Bowers,
She gives our Flocks their feeding,
He makes them fit for breeding,
She decks the Plain,
Fame, Fame will have it so,
Love and Reason answer no.
Love, Reason, Honour, all will have it so.