Measure for
Measure for Measure（#2238）
作者：Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616
体例：题 章数：194
字数：100,875 来源：Project Gutenberg
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章节目录
共 194 题- Bar. Long liue the King
- David Reed
- Measvre, For Measure
- Duke. Escalus
- Esc. My Lord
- Duk. Looke where he comes
- Ang. The heauens giue safety to your purposes
- Duk. I thanke you, fare you well
- 2.Gent. Amen
- 2.Gent. I neuer heard any Souldier dislike it
- 2.Gent. No? a dozen times at least
- 1.Gent. I thinke, or in any Religion
- 2.Gent. To three thousand Dollours a yeare
- 1.Gent. I, and more
- Luc. A French crowne more
- 1.Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so
- 1.Gent. But most of all agreeing with the proclamatio[n]
- Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison
- Luc. Why how now Claudio? whence comes this restraint
- Pro. Away, Sir, you must goe
- Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio
- Luc. Within two houres
- Fri. Gladly, my Lord
- Luc. Hoa? peace be in this place
- Isa. Sir, make me not your storie
- Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me
- Luc. She it is
- Isa. Oh, let him marry her
- Luc. Assay the powre you haue
- Isa. My power? alas, I doubt
- Isa. Ile see what I can doe
- Luc. But speedily
- Luc. I take my leaue of you
- Esc. Be it as your wisedome will
- Esc. This comes off well: here's a wise Officer
- Clo. Sir, if it please your honor, this is not so
- Esc. Go too: go too: no matter for the dish sir
- Fro. No indeede
- Fro. I, so I did indeede
- Fro. All this is true
- Clo. Why very well then
- Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet
- Esc. No sir, nor I meane it not
- Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes
- Clo. I beseech your honor, aske me
- Clo. Nay, I beseech you marke it well
- Esc. Well, I doe so
- Clo. Truly sir, I am a poore fellow that would liue
- Elb. And a halfe sir
- Esc. I pray you home to dinner with me
- Iust. I humbly thanke you
- Pro. 'Saue your Honour
- Ang. Well: what's your suite
- Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces
- Ang. I will not doe't
- Luc. You are too cold
- Ang. Pray you be gone
- Luc. I, touch him: there's the veine
- Luc. I, well said
- Isab. Yet shew some pittie
- Luc. That's well said
- Pro. Pray heauen she win him
- Luc. Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that
- Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't
- Isab. Gentle my Lord, turne backe
- Ang. I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow
- Isa. Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back
- Luc. You had mar'd all else
- Ang. Well: come to me to morrow
- Luc. Goe to: 'tis well; away
- Isab. Heauen keepe your honour safe
- Isab. 'Saue your Honour
- Duke. Haile to you, Prouost, so I thinke you are
- Pro. I would do more then that, if more were needfull
- Iul. Ile gladly learne
- Iul. Mutually
- Duk. Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his
- Ser. One Isabell, a Sister, desires accesse to you
- Isab. I am come to know your pleasure
- Isab. Euen so: heauen keepe your Honor
- Isab. 'Tis set downe so in heauen, but not in earth
- Isab. So
- Isab. True
- Ang. Then must your brother die
- Ang. We are all fraile
- Ang. Nay, women are fraile too
- Ang. Plainlie conceiue I loue you
- Ang. He shall not Isabell if you giue me loue
- Exit
- Isab. What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good companie
- Duke. Deere sir, ere long Ile visit you againe
- Cla. Most holie Sir, I thanke you
- Isa. My businesse is a word or two with Claudio
- Duke. Prouost, a word with you
- Pro. As manie as you please
- Clau. Let me know the point
- Clau. Thou shalt not do't
- Clau. Thankes deere Isabell
- Isa. Be readie Claudio, for your death to morrow
- Isa. And shamed life, a hatefull
- Isa. Alas, alas
- Cla. Nay heare me Isabell
- Cla. Oh heare me Isabella
- Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word
- Isa. What is your Will
- Duk. Oh heauens, what stuffe is heere
- Elb. His necke will come to your wast, a Cord sir
- Duke. And you
- Duke. He do's well in't
- Duk. It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it
- Duke. You are pleasant sir, and speake apace
- Luc. Oh Sir, you are deceiu'd
- Duke. 'Tis not possible
- Duke. You do him wrong, surely
- Duke. Wise? Why no question but he was
- Luc. Sir, I know him, and I loue him
- Luc. Come Sir, I know what I know
- Luc. I feare you not
- Esc. Go, away with her to prison
- Esc. Good' euen, good Father
- Duke. Blisse, and goodnesse on you
- Esc I am going to visit the prisoner, Fare you well
- Exit
- Isab. I doe desire the like
- Mar. Feare me not
- Abh. Sir, it is a Misterie
- Clo. Proofe
- Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe
- Exit
- Duke. They will then er't be long
- Pro. It is a bitter Deputie
- Duke. This is his Lords man
- Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon
- Pro. I shall obey him
- Duke. He wants aduice
- Pro. Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath
- Abh. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether
- Bar. Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepie
- Ab. Go in to him, and fetch him out
- Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion
- Exit
- Pro. Heere is the head, Ile carrie it my selfe
- Exit
- Isa. Peace hoa, be heere
- Isa. Hoa, by your leaue
- Isa. Nay, but it is not so
- Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies
- Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight
- Isa. I am directed by you
- Duke. Well: you'l answer this one day. Fare ye well
- Esc. Euery Letter he hath writ, hath disuouch'd other
- Mar. Be rul'd by him
- Ang. Esc. Happy returne be to your royall grace
- Ang. You make my bonds still greater
- Isab. By course of Iustice
- Ang. And she will speake most bitterly, and strange
- Isab. That's he indeede
- Duk. You were not bid to speake
- Luc. I warrant your honor
- Duk. The warrant's for your selfe: take heede to't
- Isab. This Gentleman told somewhat of my Tale
- Luc. Right
- Duk. That's somewhat madly spoken
- Duke. Mended againe: the matter: proceed
- Duke. This is most likely
- Isab. Oh that it were as like as it is true
- Luc. My Lord, most villanously, beleeue it
- First, let her shew your face, and after, speake
- Luc. Well my Lord
- Luc. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better
- Duk. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so to
- Luc. Well, my Lord
- Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo
- Duk. No? you say your husband
- Ang. This is a strange abuse: Let's see thy face
- Duk. Sirha, no more
- Luc. Enough my Lord
- Luc. As any in Vienna, on my word
- Luc. Not better then he, by her owne report
- Enter Duke, Prouost, Isabella
- Esc. I will goe darkely to worke with her
- Luc. That's the way: for women are light at midnight
- Luc. Mum
- Duk. 'Tis false
- Luc. This is the rascall: this is he I spoke of
- Duk. Most notedly Sir
- Duk. Stay Sir, stay a while
- Ang. What, resists he? helpe him Lucio
- Luc. This may proue worse then hanging
- Isab. I doe my Lord
- Duke. Neuer craue him, we are definitiue
- Mar. Gentle my Liege
- Mar. Meerely my Lord
- FINIS.