Speeches (Lines) for Escalus
in "Measure for Measure"

Total: 78

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1

I,1,4

My lord.

2

I,1,26

If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.

3

I,1,84

Lead forth and bring you back in happiness!

4

I,1,87

I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave
To have free speech with you; and it concerns me
To look into the bottom of my place:
A power I have, but of what strength and nature
I am not yet instructed.

5

I,1,95

I'll wait upon your honour.

6

II,1,457

Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman
Whom I would save, had a most noble father!
Let but your honour know,
Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time cohered with place or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Err'd in this point which now you censure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.

7

II,1,485

Be it as your wisdom will.

8

II,1,493

[Aside] Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none:
And some condemned for a fault alone.

9

II,1,512

This comes off well; here's a wise officer.

10

II,1,521

How know you that?

11

II,1,523

How? thy wife?

12

II,1,525

Dost thou detest her therefore?

13

II,1,529

How dost thou know that, constable?

14

II,1,533

By the woman's means?

15

II,1,539

Do you hear how he misplaces?

16

II,1,547

Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir.

17

II,1,567

Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What
was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to
complain of? Come me to what was done to her.

18

II,1,571

No, sir, nor I mean it not.

19

II,1,588

I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
[Exit ANGELO]
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?

20

II,1,594

Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her?

21

II,1,598

Ay, sir, very well.

22

II,1,600

Well, I do so.

23

II,1,602

Why, no.

24

II,1,608

He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it?

25

II,1,618

Which is the wiser here? Justice or Iniquity? Is
this true?

26

II,1,626

If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have your
action of slander too.

27

II,1,630

Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in him
that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him
continue in his courses till thou knowest what they
are.

28

II,1,637

Where were you born, friend?

29

II,1,639

Are you of fourscore pounds a year?

30

II,1,641

So. What trade are you of, sir?

31

II,1,643

Your mistress' name?

32

II,1,645

Hath she had any more than one husband?

33

II,1,647

Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master
Froth, I would not have you acquainted with
tapsters: they will draw you, Master Froth, and you
will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no
more of you.

34

II,1,655

Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell.
[Exit FROTH]
Come you hither to me, Master tapster. What's your
name, Master tapster?

35

II,1,660

What else?

36

II,1,662

Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you;
so that in the beastliest sense you are Pompey the
Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey,
howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you
not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you.

37

II,1,668

How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What
do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?

38

II,1,671

But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall
not be allowed in Vienna.

39

II,1,675

No, Pompey.

40

II,1,679

There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you:
it is but heading and hanging.

41

II,1,687

Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your
prophecy, hark you: I advise you, let me not find
you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever;
no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey,
I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd
Caesar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall
have you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you well.

42

II,1,701

Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master
constable. How long have you been in this place of constable?

43

II,1,704

I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had
continued in it some time. You say, seven years together?

44

II,1,707

Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do you
wrong to put you so oft upon 't: are there not men
in your ward sufficient to serve it?

45

II,1,714

Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven,
the most sufficient of your parish.

46

II,1,717

To my house. Fare you well.
[Exit ELBOW]
What's o'clock, think you?

47

II,1,721

I pray you home to dinner with me.

48

II,1,723

It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.

49

II,1,726

It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
But yet,—poor Claudio! There is no remedy.
Come, sir.

50

III,2,1699

Go; away with her to prison!

51

III,2,1702

Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in
the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play
the tyrant.

52

III,2,1712

That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be
called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to;
no more words.
[Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE]
Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered;
Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished
with divines, and have all charitable preparation.
if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be
so with him.

53

III,2,1723

Good even, good father.

54

III,2,1725

Of whence are you?

55

III,2,1730

What news abroad i' the world?

56

III,2,1741

One that, above all other strifes, contended
especially to know himself.

57

III,2,1744

Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at
any thing which professed to make him rejoice: a
gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to
his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous;
and let me desire to know how you find Claudio
prepared. I am made to understand that you have
lent him visitation.

58

III,2,1758

You have paid the heavens your function, and the
prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have
laboured for the poor gentleman to the extremest
shore of my modesty: but my brother justice have I
found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him
he is indeed Justice.

59

III,2,1767

I am going to visit the prisoner. Fare you well.

60

IV,4,2308

Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.

61

IV,4,2313

I guess not.

62

IV,4,2317

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.

63

IV,4,2325

I shall, sir. Fare you well.

64

V,1,2673

My lord, we'll do it throughly.
[Exit DUKE]
Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that
Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person?

65

V,1,2680

We shall entreat you to abide here till he come and
enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a
notable fellow.

66

V,1,2684

Call that same Isabel here once again; I would speak with her.
[Exit an Attendant]
Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you
shall see how I'll handle her.

67

V,1,2689

Say you?

68

V,1,2693

I will go darkly to work with her.

69

V,1,2697

Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all
that you have said.

70

V,1,2701

In very good time: speak not you to him till we
call upon you.

71

V,1,2704

Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander
Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did.

72

V,1,2707

How! know you where you are?

73

V,1,2711

The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak:
Look you speak justly.

74

V,1,2721

Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar,
Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women
To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth
And in the witness of his proper ear,
To call him villain? and then to glance from him
To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice?
Take him hence; to the rack with him! We'll touse you
Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose.
What 'unjust'!

75

V,1,2740

Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!

76

V,1,2759

Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with
him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him
to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him
speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and
with the other confederate companion!

77

V,1,2801

My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour
Than at the strangeness of it.

78

V,1,2911

I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd,
Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood.
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

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