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A room in ANGELO'S house.

Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched

In most uneven and distracted manner.
His actions show much like to madness:
pray heaven his wisdom be not tainted! And
why meet him at the gates, and redeliver our
authorities there?

I guess not.

And why should we proclaim it in an
hour before his entering, that if any crave
redress of injustice, they should exhibit their
petitions in the street?

He shows his reason for that: to
have a dispatch of complaints, and to deliver
us from devices hereafter, which shall then
have no power to stand against us.

Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed
betimes i' the morn; I'll call you at
your house: give notice to such men of sort
and suit as are to meet him. (21)

I shall, sir. Fare you well.

Good night.
[Exit Escalus.

This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant

And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!

And by an eminent body that enforced

The law against it! But that her tender shame

Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,

How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no;

For my authority bears of a credent bulk, (30)

That no particular scandal once can touch

But it confounds the breather. He should have lived,

Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,

Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge,

By so receiving a dishonour'd life

With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived!

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,

Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.

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