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A59508	Measure for measure, or, Beauty the best advocate as it is acted at the theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields : written originally by Mr. Shakespear, and now very much alter'd, with additions of several entertainments of musick.	Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Measure for measure.	1700 (1700)	Wing S2936; ESTC R16112	32,987	56

my case her Brothers danger Is here the storm must furnish Blest Occasion And when my Dido I 've Possess'd thy Charms I then will throw thee from my glutted Arms And think no more on all thy soothing Harms Exit SCENE Changes to the Prison Enter Duke dress'd like a Fryer and with him Fryer Thomas Duk. THink not I've chang'd my Ducal Robes for these Because I Love no 't is a cause more wrinkl'd Has made me assume this Habit tho' your Duke We have strict Statutes and sharp Penal Laws Which I have suffer'd Nineteen years to sleep Ev'n like an over-grown Lion in a Cave That goes not out to Prey But as fond Fathers So long stick up the Rod for Terror that The bold Child contemns it so our Decrees Dead to Infliction to themselves are dead And forward Liberty does Justice strike As Infants do the Nurse Wherefore I have Fixt all my Pow'r in Angelo that he May wake these drowsie Laws to Execution Fryer Ty'd up Justice Sir you soon might loose And 't wou'd more dreadful seem in you than Angelo Duke Too dreadful Sir in me for since it was My fault to give the People so much Hope It may seem Tyranny to punish them For what my own Permission bid them act For Pow'r that hinders not ill Deeds commands them Fryer I am convinc'd Duke I have on Angelo impos'd Th' unpleasant Pow'r of punishing while I In this Disguise may visit Prince and People And hear how both approve this means I 've taken Fryer You find already how you 've been mistaken In Angelo you so long thought a Saint And I am glad I 've found this way to help The injur'd Mariana Duke But that she told it In her Confession I should yet doubt the Truth That Angelo is her true married Husband While he has made his false severity Bawd to his Fame and Broaker to his Vice Of Avarice This makes me Father By your Assistance try to speak with Claudio To sift and know if what Report has spread Be true of his being married to Julietta Fryer 'T will not be difficult because we always Go forth in Pairs ev'n to these Deeds of Goodness But see the Provost Enter Provost Duke Hail to thee Provost so I think you are Prov. I am the Provost What 's your Will good Fathers Fryer Bound by our Charity and holy Orders We come to visit the afflicted Minds In Prison here Do us the common Right To let us see 'em and to tell their Crimes That we may minister according to their nature Prov. I wou'd do more than that if more were needful This Sir is Claudio Enter Claudio Who dies to morrow for uncertain Crimes For Innocence that wants a Proof is Guilt Duke Must he then die Prov. I think to morrow I'llleave him to your pious Exhortations Exit Claud. There is no Rack so painful in this Prison As that which stretches me 'twixt Hope and Doubt Duke Blessings on you Son I 've heard your Fortune And as the Duty of my Orders bid me I wou'd exhort you to a true Repentance Claud. O Fathers I rejoice at your Arrival For it will ease me of my greatest Pain Duke This pious Disposition 's a good Sign That you repent the Sin that brought you hither Claud. 'T was not my Sin but Folly brought me hither And yet it was a Sin to wish for ought Beyond Possession of so pure a Virtue You say youare no Stranger to my Story You then have heard too of a Lady's Suff'rings Which I thro' Avarice alas have caus'd That that my Fathers is the Sin that racks me That haunts my Conscience and that only you Can e'er appease For oh a Lady's Honour And lost for me is a more cruel Murther Than if I 'd ta'ne her Life Duke Have Comfort Son for Heav'n Indulgent to our Frailty is content To take our Penitence if it be true For our Transgressions Claud. Oh! Heaven is merciful Because 't is wise and just and knows our Sorrows But Man by Ignorance jealous of our Hearts Or else by his own Passions led from Goodness Still deviates from the beauteous Paths of Mercy And seldom keeps the noble Tracks of Justice Oh hear me then I look on you as Heaven Kneels For we are taught you represent high Heaven By Delegation too possess its Power of Mercy My Birth was Noble tho' my Fortune small Which is a Clog upon a generous Soul That might excuse the Caution that I us'd When to secure the mighty Dowr of Julut I married her in private Duke Then are you married Claud. I call all Heav'n to witness that we are A Father of your Order joyn'd our Hands Fryer His Name my Son Claud. 'T was Father Pierre not long Return'd to France to his own Monastery I 've writ to him but the too cruel Deputy Press'd by the barb'rous Avarice of Pedro Will not expect his Answer Duke Rise up my Son Claud. No my good Father till I have your Promise To justifie immediately Julietta's Honour Duke We promise our Endeavour Sir to do it Claud. Avouch it as my dying Oath by all My Hopes of Happiness hereafter Rises She is my Wife There being a doubtful Clause In her Father's Will in favour of this Pedro Her Guardian we conceal'd our Wedding Till being out of his Wardship and possess'd Of all her Fortune she might own it Without so great a Hazard But oh that He had taken all had she but escap'd This hateful Scandal that I 'm sure must torture Her nice and vertuous Soul Duke Who is this Pedro Claud. The Deputy's Privado his Right-hand One that by well-acted Piety has gain'd Trusts from believing Friends that think him honest To ruin their Children and enrich himself And thus he hopes by pushing on my Death To have her too on the same Law confin'd Within a Cloyster's Walls during her Life And so secure himself her wealthy Dowr Duke Son Put your trust in Heav'n that can relieve When least you hope it I 'll do my endeavour To help your Fortune but if my Pow'r's too small T' assist in that I will still help your Soul Claud. I thank you Fathers and desire your Prayrs Exit Duke I am confirm'd he 's innocent of this Tho' his most watchful Foe has taken this time To make him suffer Enter Provost and Julietta But who is this Prov. The Lady Sir with Child by Claudio But by strict Order of the Deputy confin'd From farther Commerce with him Your Advice May steed her much good Fathers Duke Repent you Fair One of the Sin you carry Iul. I do repent me of my Sins good Father But sure the Blessings of the Marriage-bed Can be no Sin Duke You may amuse your self With the firm Vows of him you call your Husband His secret Contracts and his plighted Faith But these my Daughter will not salve the Sin They 're oft the giddy Rashness of hot Youth Which it repents and breaks without a Pang

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 MEN. 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 Family but Decay'd Fortune one that Behav'd himself well in the War privately Marry'd to Julietta Mr. Verbrugen Lucio Two Courtiers Mr. Baile Balthaza Two Courtiers Mr. Pack Fryer Thomas Provost Mr. Freeman WOMEN 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 Uncle 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 Marry'd to Angelo Mrs. Prince SCENE Turin To Nicholas Battersby of the Inner-Temple Esq SIR I Will not so far Rail at my own Practice as to Exclaim against Epistles of this Nature to People of the First Quality from Persons below 'em However I think 't is much more Reasonable to Express our Gratitude to a private 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 never Receiv'd and more often Petition for 'em than he shall ever Succeed 'T is 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 Professing a Value for the Muses and such as Belong to 'em while in the Little Care they take to Incourage their Studies we Discover 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 Bargain 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 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 Accuse 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 wretched 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 Relation than the Law of Nations has made him you have Learn't to Treat him with the same Indifference his Ill Practices have acquir'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 destroying 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 Family 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 't is much more Shakespears than Mine to make it a part of your Diversion in the Long Retirement of a Vacation I am Sir Your Humble Servant THE PROLOGUE By Mr. OLDMIXON Spoken by Mr. Betterton TO please this Winter we all Meanes have us'd Old Playes have been Reviv'd and New Produc'd But you it seems by Us wou'd not be Serv'd And others Thrive while we were almost Starv'd Our House you daily shun'd yet Theirs you Cram'd And Flock'd to see the very Plays you Damn'd In vain you Prais'd our Action and our Wit The best Applause is in a Crowded Pit In vain you said you did their Farce despise Wit won the Bays but Farce the Golden Prize But that next Year we may with them be ev'n We these Instructions to our Bards have giv'n First bid Defyance to all Sense and Rules We Live not by the Criticks but the Fools Let Noise for Wit and VVhim for Humour pass And rise an Actor from some New Grimace No more let Labour'd Scenes with Pain be VVrought VVhat least is wanting in a Play is Thought Let neither Dance nor Musick be forgot Nor Scenes no matter for the Sense or Plot. Such things we own in Shakespears days might do But then his Audience did not Judge like you Good Sense was well receiv'd from Honest Ben VVhile none wou'd suffer Flecknoes Irish Pen. Yet in his Son Sleeping Monarch Reigns And dreadful VVar with VVit and Sense Maintains Study the Smithfield-Bards and him with care Like those VVrite Non-sense and like these you 'll fare By this you may the Towns Resentment sooth Or you must Starve and we shut up our Booth Going Comes Back Hold I forgot the Business of the Day No more than this VVe for our Selves need Say 'T is Purcels

themselves Conspire And shun the Cure they most desire Dido Thy Hand Belinda Darkness shades me On thy Bosom let me Rest More I would but Death invades me Death is now a welcome Guest When I am laid in Earth may wrongs create No Trouble in thy Breast Remember me but ah forget my Fate Cho. With drooping Wings you Cupids come Soft and Gentle as her Heart Keep here your Watch and never part Ange. I see my Ev'ning Star of Love appear This is no place to try my last Effort I so desire that Force if fair means fail Must give me ease Wou'd you ought with me Isa. I come my Lord on the same humble Suit Ange. This is no place to hear you follow me Now my kind Stars assist my fierce Desires I ask no other Influence from your fires O! Love how much thy borrow'd shapes disguise Ev'n to themselves the Valiant and the Wise. Exeunt Omnes The End of the Third ACT. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Room in Angelo's Apartment Enter Angelo and Isabella Ange. HAd you not fear'd your Brothers fate I had Not seen you now fair Isabel which shews That you can pity him tho' you slight me He may that pity thank but I your fear Isa. My Lord I hardly can my self forgive That I still sue to you to save my Brother But that I hope to wake your Virtue To spare his Life and to Reform your own Ang. How desp'rate all your hopeful Visits are You bring me Counsel still instead of Love And wou'd in storms of Passion make me Wise Pilots as well may preach to stormy Winds Isa. And yet as Tempests are allay'd by showr's So may your Anger by my Tears be calm'd Ang. You must by yielding teach me to Relent Make hast Night's fleeting progress will be done And then your Brothers gloomy Race begins Isa. Then he 'l convey your unjust doom on high Before that Judge whose pow'r you use so ill As if 't were subject to your Will like Love Where you will tremble to approach My Lord. The cruel here shall wish they just had been And that their seeming Love had not been Lust. Ang. These useless Sayings you from Cloisters bring But cannot teach so soon as you were taught You must example to my Mercy give Claudio shall live if you first save my Life Isa. Have you no words but what are good alone Because their ill is quickly understood Let Claudio dye while cruel you seem dead By being deaf to all that ask your pity Till by long custom of forgiving none To all forgiveness you are grown Averse That in your own behalf you shall refuse To hear of Absolution when you dye Ang. How can you rise to such outragious Storms From such a modest calm of Bashfulness That suppliant Saints to Heaven did emulate Sure you have other Passions which provok'd You can as ill repel Oh! for the pow'r The Charms of Youth and of a graceful Person To stir your Blood and rouse up your Desires Isa. This my Lord is from our purpose Going Ang. Stay He takes a Cabinet off the Table Here take in this what still supplies Defects The Wealth of many Parents heap'd this Treasure In these behold Natures Reserves of Light Bright as the starry Spangles of the Skye When Night dress'd finest in her frost appears Isa. They areindeed most rich and most surprizing Looking at ' em Ang. Be in this World like other People Wise And take this Treasure as your Beauty 's due Wealth draws a Curtain o're the face of shame Restores lost Beauty and recovers Fame Isa. Aside To him These I will take as Mariana's due And as a proof he cannot sure deny These sparkling Diamonds do please me strangely Ang. Why take 'em Madam they are freely yours Isa. But what can I return for such a Gift Ang. What will not make thee poorer yet me rich I will not tell thee more to save thy blushes I 'll be as cautious of thy Fame as thou Here take this Key and two hours hence return For now thou art known to be here with me This will convey thee to the Royal Grotto Where we in welcome darkness will discover What I require for this Noble Present Isa. But my Brother shall he too live Ang. He shall No more of Doubts he shall Isa. Oh ' Heaven Sir here take your Gifts again There 's Poison in 'em sure that they infect me Ang. No no away my Love and when you come I will convince you that they bear no Poison Isa. Well I will come if only to restore them For Oh! I fear the Guilt will like a Murder Haunt my sick Mind till I restore 'em to you Ang. Never fear it go Isa. But let there be no Light For if there be I swear by all that 's good Hah how dare I name or think of what is Good With such a purpose Ang. Forget these Scruples Isa. I shall do much to keep these glorious Jewels But let there be no Light Ang. I swear there shall not Isa. Two hours hence Sir Ang. And in the Royal Grotto Isa. Aside I will not fail you Oh! deluded Man To think my Virtue can be bought by Trifles That Fancy only values thy Wife shall have 'em And thou shalt havethy Wife Exit Ang. O! Danae Danae comprehensive Image Of all thy Sex all spread their laps for Gold Yes the whole Venal Sex is bought and sold. And she that with severest Virtue flies Youth Form and Merit obstinately denies Will yield to worthless Age if Age will give her Price SCENE II. A Garden Enter Mariana and a Maid Mar. O! Mariana Sleep has fled thy Eyes And broken slumbers scarce refresh thy Spirits Since Angelo is false I wonder what Affairs My holy Confessor can have with me Thus late at Night yet I with ease may wait him To amuse my Sorrows let me hear that Song The Maid Sings SONG Take Oh! 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 Enter Duke and Fryer Mar. Break off thy Song and hast thee quick away Here comes a Man of Comfort whose Advice Has often still'd my brawling discontents I cry you Mercy and cou'd wish you had not Found me here so Musical it sooth'd my Griefs But bred no Mirth Duke Musick my good Daughter Has power to soften Woe refresh the Mind And make it fit for its more strenuous Duties Has any yet since Night enquir'd for us Mar. None my holy Father Enter Isabella Duke Oh here she comes This Virtuous Maid fair Mariana brings Such wholesom means to cure your wounded Mind That will secure your sickle Angelo Mar. What happy Sounds are these they Embrace Duke Inform her Isabella of the Matter They seem to Whisper O! Place and Greatness Millions of false Eyes Are stuck upon thee Volums of Report Run with their false