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Viva L’Italia Forums: Governance
My Cousin’s Scope is as My Own
⚖️ Angelo
The duke, departed from the city, he
hath left me in charge with but one command:
mortality and mercy in Vienna
live in thy tongue and heart. My scope is as
his own were; to enforce to qualify
the laws as to my own soul seems most good.
And old Escalus, who have oft serv’d as
staid deputy, stands my secondary.
We meet tonight to determine the scope
of our duties, but I am firm in this:
the law hath not been dead, though it hath slept
these nineteen years. Those many had not dared
to do that evil if the first that did the
edict infringe had answered for his deed.
Now the law is awake. Tomorrow morn
come dawn, the bawdy houses shall make way.
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🍺 Falstaff
What shall become of the tap houses?
⚖️ Angelo
Pray, if it be a disorderly house,
then it shall be pulled down twice over. Yea,
it shall be plucked from the streets.🍺 Falstaff
Oh merry, with not the bawd houses for
their leisure, knaves will give us use for it.
The siren call of ale and song dost pull
towards the boulevards, and yonder tap house
where all their passions rampage, turbulent.In the constabulary lies a check
on such aims. And the suburbs, where both sheep
and men bide under heaven's curtain black
with night, so it may be. There, the night watch
cries out ‘tis 10 o’clock, and all to bed!’
and order yet holds. In Vienna walls'
there is no meet force; Mistress Kate Keepdown
hath ten drabs to the beadle. (You shall find
the beadle hiding under her torn skirts.)As strong ale is the lodestone of mineself;
let bawdy houses stand so tap-houses
may libations dispense in proper peace.🎭 Pompey
Hear, hear! For the good burgher speaks most wise.
⚖️ Angelo
Wise in assessment o' the law's long arms
but not to it's scope. And though it's scope calls
for justice, in these walls let justice stay
until procurement of four dozen men
possessed of strong arms and stronger souls.
I shall hear no more.
We Cannot Let the Law Go By!
⚖️ Angelo
Claudio, born of a noble father,
hath in lechery brought disgrace upon his
cousin Juliette. And so arrested,
tried and fit to the block. It must be so.
Yet at every turn I am counseled
to mercy! Mercy! My soul screams the law
shall not be o’erset by mercy.
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🦉 Escalus
Your honor, I did but speak that there is
a grace in mercy. For death there is no
meet remedy.⚖️ Angelo
Death’s remedy is as eternal life.
🦉 Escalus
For welcomed souls, 'tis true. Yet Claudio
goes not to rest; eternal torment waits
anon.⚖️ Angelo
Such is justice.
🏵 Varrius
If the provost speaks not in proper turn,
Then he be not fit for his position.
⚖️ Angelo
we hath long been companions. Nay, friends dear.
These ten years he hath served my cousin well,
for which I’ll not discharge him of his office.
The good provost stays.📿 Friar of the Holy See
Would not the absent duke have instructed
thine heart to mercy?🦉 Escalus
Good sir, if you new to the city be,
you shall see how corruption boils and bubbles
till it o'er-run the stew; laws for all faults,
but faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop.
A tender mercy hath delivered us
into this mare’s nest. Angelo has the
the right of it, I'll warrant. Mercy is
not itself that oft looks so.📿 Friar of the Holy See
For Claudio, is there no remedy?
🦉 Escalus
It grieves me for the death of Claudio,
But there is none.📿 Friar of the Holy See
I hear he hath sent for his sister, a
most virtuous maid. And she, taking leave
of the bless'd sisterhood where she hath been
an initiate and was to receive
today her approbation, journeys to
Vienna. Claudio’s hope lives in the
grace of her prayer to soften Angelo.⚖️ Angelo
Her brother is a forfeit of the law.
It shall not be so.
Viva L’Italia Forums: Confessional
In the confessional are topics veiled;
so to show your drift, wisely choose your mark.
Heaven Doth Bait the Hook
😵💫 Confessor (O’erset)
The clock had strucken ten upon the bell
when came this vision to my chamber door
Uunadorned, she subdued me quite.
Lo, I desire to hear her speak again
and feast upon her eyes? What is ’t I dream on?
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🏹 Cupid (Moderator)
Sonnet 47:
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart.
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.🎲 Lucio
Yet must hearts and eyes be circumspect.
With the duke very strangely gone from hence;
governs Lord Angelo; who never feels
the wanton stings and motions of the sense.
Marry, good Claudio he condemned for untrussing.
Be therefore most discreet in courtship, lest
the fault make forfeit of your head.😵💫 Confessor (O’erset)
Fie! Fie! Oh wicked varlet! Heaven’s vows
Aare nothing kin to fornication. Nay,
as rosy dawn ends inky night, so to
will a connection of souls trump crude flesh.🎲 Lucio
Sir! Be easy. Tis truth a connection of
souls is oft driven by a beauty fair.
And being fair, so is the maid embraced.😵💫 Confessor (O’erset)
T’was modesty did more betray our sense
Than woman’s lightness ere did. She spake, and
t’was such sense that my sense breeds with it.👑 Vincentio
I hope thy love requited, for with such
An honorable love it must be so.
Dream on! Thou shall meet and woo and break with
her father all in the time of such things.🦌 Flavius
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Become a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings.😵💫 Confessor (O’erset)
'Tis not to be. Sadly, she’ll not be hit
with Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dians’s wit,
and, in strong proof of chastity well armed,
from love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharmed.🎲 Lucio
The OP doth protest too much, methinks.
‘Dian's wit and a strong proof of chastity!’
Her figure likens Aphrodite, full
as ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked, I think.😵💫 Confessor (O’erset)
You do mistake my business as so to
make cruel sport of my love. I’ll be gone.
- 😶 Confessor hath snipped the thread.
😍 Confessor (Pleased)
Signoir Lucio I, do repent
my Words, arisen from hot blood unquenched
by the touch of a maid. Though I claimed them
of clearer reason. For truth Lucio,
the maid indeed is a flower fair.
Not boastful, but a share-rows bloom alit
among the dusky sedges, furrow weeds,
and creeping moss. Youth, beauty, wisdom, oh!
But in the way of Vienna she agreed to meet.
And so, upon the heavy middle of the night to call
upon me she crept through shadowed vineyard
And to a garden circummured with brick,
And there did she yield to me.
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🏹 Cupid (Moderator)
Sonnet 142:
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied.
🎲 Lucio
Go to, sir! Go to! But take care, I was
once before the good duke for getting a
wench with child.😍 Confessor (Pleased)
Did you such a thing?
🎲 Lucio
Yes, marry, did I, but I was fain to forswear it.
They would else have married me to the rotten
medlar.😍 Confessor (Pleased)
It shall not come to that. Her tender shame
will not proclaim against her maiden loss.
And though a privilege of mine office hath
I offered to awaken her regard,
I called it back such that no evidence
could bear up such unprofitable suit.
For my authority bears of a credent bulk
That no particular scandal once can touch
But it confounds the breather.🎲 Lucio
Thou art a villain o' the vilest type!
Come! To the tavern, to the tap-house, I
Would drink with thee.😍 Confessor (Pleased)
Your words unshape me quite.
- 😶 Confessor hath snipped the thread.
Viva L’Italia Forums: Marriage & Family
T’was NOT a Suggestion
👑 Vincentio
When I did speak upon Vienna’s gate
‘Give me your hand and say you will be mine,’
t’was not meant as a mere suggestion.
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🐦🔥 Claudio
E’re she drew breath was Isabella fixed
upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare.
No willing ear, nor dower rich doth she have
But piety, faith, and prosperous art
when she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade. In my defense
she argued. She accused Lord Angelo,
and spoke most prettily until your grace
was revealed. Yet, when Mariana pled
for Angelo down on bended knees, so
did Isabella join her. But to you!
Oh, Duke. Oh, Lord. To you her logic was
unprofitable. No meet argument
Did you consider then, and so shall no
meet argument grace your ears evermore.🍺 Falstaff
’Tis true.
For all she did disclaim the deputy,
Persuading the assembled crowds most well
The maid had no words for the duke.⚖️ Angelo
On habit plain did Isabella wear
the dauntless spirit of resolution.
and she did glister like the god of war
when he intendeth to become the field.
Shew boldness and aspiring confidence.
For well she sought the lion in his den
And fright him there? And make him tremble there?
O, let it not be said! For this maid, in
The figure of a lamb, had a lions wit.So she did upbraid me. Did reason.
Did breathe such sense that my sense breathed with it.
And did my blood thus muster to my heart,
making both it unable for itself,
and dispossessing all my other parts
of necessary fitness.At maiden's plea your grace relented, but
unheard, it’s reason broke upon your shore.
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea.
Nay, t’was not her plea but herself and you,
Duke, rising at her name, doth point out her
As your triumphant prize.
- 👑 Vincentio hath snipped the thread.
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⚖️ Angelo
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Now, with Mariana my wife become,
I live. And yet the wife I would have had
would not have me. But nor would she embrace
another: the Duke’s suit she hath scorned. Yea,
If e’re I turned my office so towards
fair mercy's mantle, so to could the duke.
Our meet discernment of character
stands in accord: the duke a caitiff is.
If he, by setting friar’s habit down,
so might have offered pardon, then ’tis he
as much as I, who forfeit Claudio.
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🐦🔥 Claudio
Forefit Claudio! Why all Vienna,
spare Lucio, would forfeit Claudio.
My sister that she may preserve her soul.
Thy, Angelo, to balance the scales of
meet justice. And the duke, late posing as
a brother of the holy see, Duke of
deception, he woulds't forfeit mine upon
his own merriment. Of some greater cause
he’d none, save covert observation of
the city he hath ruled these nineteen years
to catch out citizens and deputy
alike, in a trap his own making. Fie!
He stands the bard and we his players.⚖️ Angelo
Do you believe so ill of my cousin?
🐦🔥 Claudio
I do. As I had consigned myself
to death so to did the duke, in his
false friar’s habit, did preform the rights
so to fit my soul for the journey next.
The holy and divine becomes falsehood:
base perjury when not the forms are kept.Moreover, while he gifted us with both
fair wife and fairer pardon, there is one
now condemned by the selfsame. Lucio;
More cousin than friend. His familiar sin
may be to seem the lapwing and to jest,
tongue far from heart. Myself imprisoned he
took up my cause, my sister summoned, and
then at the very entrance to my cell
found a new companion in friar’s robes.T'was his undoing. A head for a head.
For Lucio will well stick, huddling
jest upon jest with such impossible
conveyance that a saint would blaspheme to
have momentary peace. And so the duke,
well targeted, became the arrow and
returned the injury to Lucio.
Who now in my aforementioned cell sits.⚖️ Angelo
Will Isabella not speak for him?
🐦🔥 Claudio
She is gone. I first thought the Duke in some
jest; speaking overly broad for his intent.
So I delivered my fair sister to
the voatrists, though on returning well
I learned he was in all seriousness.⚖️ Angelo
With Mariana,
I thought her reputation disvalued
In levity: one could not find her but
to find her musical. But having held
herself chaste these five years her song becomes
most sweet to mine ears. In my wife lies a
meet counterbalance to my taciturn
mein. Owing this to Isabella, who
now resides beyond renumeration, the
debt passes to you. Speak, and we would
grant our favors unto Lucio.🐦🔥 Claudio
To Lucio? Grant unto Lucio? The drunk?
The fantastic?⚖️ Angelo
As he is your friend, so his service did
lead to our good ends. And besides, I would
see the duke treated with a physic much
like unto his own.The Provost, like as to my brother as
a brother's very self, is favored by
the duke, entrusted with the prison's keys
and prison’s soul’s alike. I understand
he changed out Ragozine for Claudio.🐦🔥 Claudio
T’was so.
⚖️ Angelo
Though absent, the duke sent word. Every
letter he hath writ hath disvouched other,
in most uneven and distracted manner.
In similar disorder he bid the
good Provost both to serve and to observe.
A most precarious position.🐦🔥 Claudio
Aye, so as we all stood.
⚖️ Angelo
He hath no stomach for the noose or axe.
Their final justice well precludes a true
repentance, such as granted to us here.
I will go to him and teach him our cause,
that he may have cause to aid. But merry,
what is bound before god may not be unbound,
so with his Mistress Kate must Lucio
bide for such time ’tis allowed to a man.
Head on his shoulders, the unwarranted
(though lucky) beneficiary of
Free pardon.
When your sister pled most wise:
No ceremony that to great ones longs,
Not the king’s crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal’s truncheon, nor the judge’s robe
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.I was deaf. Setting stricture now aside
I put on mercy's mantle, and so spare
your friend. The duke is much distracted. To
the Eastern gate, it looks upon Saint Luke’s,
at dusk go. There shall Lucio await.
Arrange conveyance to some foreign place.
And being dead to fair Vienna so
shall he be dead to the most noble duke.
I will arrange all.🐦🔥 Claudio
You do me kind service. My sister's words
Which once provoked a jealous heart to catch
and hold now germinates in it a grace
most fair.⚖️ Angelo
I fear there is some devil in me now,
that well delights to defy his grace. Snap
the rod I wielded in his name, and let
The law go by. I am contrite yet proud.
My fettered hand in Mariana’s quite
Contents me. ’Tis a strange grace that permits
Delight in another’s woe. He hath not
Her hand! No earthly treasure could tempt her,
and he hath not her hand!🐦🔥 Claudio
I do confess relief I need not bear
a brother such as the duke.⚖️ Angelo
My cousin he be, yet I’ll drink to that.
Viva L’Italia Forums: Governance
O’errun by the Common Stale
🍺 Falstaff
Come lawful constable, is there no plot
To rid the tap house of this wanton blot?
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