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

Total: 111

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1

I,2,98

If the duke with the other dukes come not to
composition with the King of Hungary, why then all
the dukes fall upon the king.

2

I,2,104

Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that
went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped
one out of the table.

3

I,2,108

Ay, that he razed.

4

I,2,115

I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where
grace was said.

5

I,2,119

In any proportion or in any language.

6

I,2,121

Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace.

7

I,2,125

I grant; as there may between the lists and the
velvet. Thou art the list.

8

I,2,132

I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful
feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own
confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I
live, forget to drink after thee.

9

I,2,138

Behold, behold. where Madam Mitigation comes! I
have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to—

10

I,2,141

Judge.

11

I,2,144

A French crown more.

12

I,2,147

Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as
things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow;
impiety has made a feast of thee.

13

I,2,160

But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so.
Art thou sure of this?

14

I,2,164

Believe me, this may be: he promised to meet me two
hours since, and he was ever precise in
promise-keeping.

15

I,2,170

Away! let's go learn the truth of it.

16

I,2,215

Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?

17

I,2,222

If could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would
send for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say
the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom
as the morality of imprisonment. What's thy
offence, Claudio?

18

I,2,228

What, is't murder?

19

I,2,230

Lechery?

20

I,2,234

A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so look'd after?

21

I,2,247

With child, perhaps?

22

I,2,264

I warrant it is: and thy head stands so tickle on
thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love,
may sigh it off. Send after the duke and appeal to
him.

23

I,2,280

I pray she may; as well for the encouragement of the
like, which else would stand under grievous
imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I
would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a
game of tick-tack. I'll to her.

24

I,2,286

Within two hours.

25

I,4,354

[Within] Ho! Peace be in this place!

26

I,4,367

Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A novice of this place and the fair sister
To her unhappy brother Claudio?

27

I,4,375

Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.

28

I,4,378

For that which, if myself might be his judge,
He should receive his punishment in thanks:
He hath got his friend with child.

29

I,4,382

It is true.
I would not—though 'tis my familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest,
Tongue far from heart—play with all virgins so:
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.
By your renouncement an immortal spirit,
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.

30

I,4,391

Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus:
Your brother and his lover have embraced:
As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.

31

I,4,398

Is she your cousin?

32

I,4,401

She it is.

33

I,4,403

This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand and hope of action: but we do learn
By those that know the very nerves of state,
His givings-out were of an infinite distance
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
And with full line of his authority,
Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense,
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
He—to give fear to use and liberty,
Which have for long run by the hideous law,
As mice by lions—hath pick'd out an act,
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example. All hope is gone,
Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer
To soften Angelo: and that's my pith of business
'Twixt you and your poor brother.

34

I,4,427

Has censured him
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.

35

I,4,432

Assay the power you have.

36

I,4,434

Our doubts are traitors
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt. Go to Lord Angelo,
And let him learn to know, when maidens sue,
Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,
All their petitions are as freely theirs
As they themselves would owe them.

37

I,4,442

But speedily.

38

I,4,448

I take my leave of you.

39

II,2,796

[Aside to ISABELLA] Give't not o'er so: to him
again, entreat him;
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown:
You are too cold; if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say!

40

II,2,813

[Aside to ISABELLA] You are too cold.

41

II,2,829

[Aside to ISABELLA]
Ay, touch him; there's the vein.

42

II,2,852

[Aside to ISABELLA] Ay, well said.

43

II,2,874

[Aside to ISABELLA] That's well said.

44

II,2,889

[Aside to ISABELLA] O, to him, to him, wench! he
will relent;
He's coming; I perceive 't.

45

II,2,896

Thou'rt i' the right, girl; more o, that.

46

II,2,899

[Aside to ISABELLA] Art avised o' that? more on 't.

47

II,2,916

[Aside to ISABELLA] You had marr'd all else.

48

II,2,925

[Aside to ISABELLA] Go to; 'tis well; away!

49

III,2,1555

How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of
Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there
none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be
had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and
extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What
sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't
not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest
thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is
the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The
trick of it?

50

III,2,1566

How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she
still, ha?

51

III,2,1570

Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be
so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd:
an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going
to prison, Pompey?

52

III,2,1575

Why, 'tis not amiss, Pompey. Farewell: go, say I
sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey? or how?

53

III,2,1578

Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the
due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he
doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born.
Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison,
Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you
will keep the house.

54

III,2,1585

No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear.
I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage: If
you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the
more. Adieu, trusty Pompey. 'Bless you, friar.

55

III,2,1590

Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha?

56

III,2,1593

Then, Pompey, nor now. What news abroad, friar?
what news?

57

III,2,1596

Go to kennel, Pompey; go.
[Exeunt ELBOW, POMPEY and Officers]
What news, friar, of the duke?

58

III,2,1600

Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other
some, he is in Rome: but where is he, think you?

59

III,2,1603

It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from
the state, and usurp the beggary he was never born
to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence; he
puts transgression to 't.

60

III,2,1608

A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in
him: something too crabbed that way, friar.

61

III,2,1611

Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred;
it is well allied: but it is impossible to extirp
it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put
down. They say this Angelo was not made by man and
woman after this downright way of creation: is it
true, think you?

62

III,2,1618

Some report a sea-maid spawned him; some, that he
was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is
certain that when he makes water his urine is
congealed ice; that I know to be true: and he is a
motion generative; that's infallible.

63

III,2,1624

Why, what a ruthless thing is this in him, for the
rebellion of a codpiece to take away the life of a
man! Would the duke that is absent have done this?
Ere he would have hanged a man for the getting a
hundred bastards, he would have paid for the nursing
a thousand: he had some feeling of the sport: he
knew the service, and that instructed him to mercy.

64

III,2,1633

O, sir, you are deceived.

65

III,2,1635

Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and
his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the
duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too;
that let me inform you.

66

III,2,1640

Sir, I was an inward of his. A shy fellow was the
duke: and I believe I know the cause of his
withdrawing.

67

III,2,1644

No, pardon; 'tis a secret must be locked within the
teeth and the lips: but this I can let you
understand, the greater file of the subject held the
duke to be wise.

68

III,2,1649

A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.

69

III,2,1658

Sir, I know him, and I love him.

70

III,2,1661

Come, sir, I know what I know.

71

III,2,1668

Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to the duke.

72

III,2,1671

I fear you not.

73

III,2,1675

I'll be hanged first: thou art deceived in me,
friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if
Claudio die to-morrow or no?

74

III,2,1679

Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would
the duke we talk of were returned again: the
ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with
continency; sparrows must not build in his
house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke
yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would
never bring them to light: would he were returned!
Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing.
Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The
duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on
Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee,
he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown
bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell.

75

IV,3,2278

Good even. Friar, where's the provost?

76

IV,3,2280

O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see
thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain
to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for
my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set
me to 't. But they say the duke will be here
to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother:
if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been
at home, he had lived.

77

IV,3,2291

Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do:
he's a better woodman than thou takest him for.

78

IV,3,2294

Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee
I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

79

IV,3,2298

I was once before him for getting a wench with child.

80

IV,3,2300

Yes, marry, did I. but I was fain to forswear it;
they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.

81

IV,3,2303

By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end:
if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of
it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

82

V,1,2470

That's I, an't like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother's pardon.

83

V,1,2476

No, my good lord;
Nor wish'd to hold my peace.

84

V,1,2482

I warrant your honour.

85

V,1,2485

Right.

86

V,1,2531

My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling friar;
I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord
For certain words he spake against your grace
In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.

87

V,1,2538

But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.

88

V,1,2554

My lord, most villanously; believe it.

89

V,1,2585

My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.

90

V,1,2589

Well, my lord.

91

V,1,2594

He was drunk then, my lord: it can be no better.

92

V,1,2596

Well, my lord.

93

V,1,2621

Carnally, she says.

94

V,1,2623

Enough, my lord.

95

V,1,2677

'Cucullus non facit monachum:' honest in nothing
but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most
villanous speeches of the duke.

96

V,1,2683

As any in Vienna, on my word.

97

V,1,2688

Not better than he, by her own report.

98

V,1,2690

Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately,
she would sooner confess: perchance, publicly,
she'll be ashamed.

99

V,1,2694

That's the way; for women are light at midnight.
[Re-enter Officers with ISABELLA; and Provost with]
the DUKE VINCENTIO in his friar's habit]

100

V,1,2699

My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with
the provost.

101

V,1,2703

Mum.

102

V,1,2720

This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.

103

V,1,2743

'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate:
do you know me?

104

V,1,2747

O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?

105

V,1,2749

Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a
fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be?

106

V,1,2754

O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the
nose for thy speeches?

107

V,1,2766

Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must
you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you!
show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
Will't not off?

108

V,1,2777

This may prove worse than hanging.

109

V,1,2950

'Faith, my lord. I spoke it but according to the
trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I
had rather it would please you I might be whipt.

110

V,1,2960

I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore.
Your highness said even now, I made you a duke:
good my lord, do not recompense me in making me a cuckold.

111

V,1,2967

Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death,
whipping, and hanging.

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