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

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1 I / 2
  • Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
    Bear me to prison, where I...
  • Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
    Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
  • Pompey. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to
    prison; and there's Madam Juliet.

    Claudio. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
    Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

2 I / 2
  • Thus can the demigod Authority
    Make us pay down for our offence by weight
  • Thus can the demigod Authority
    Make us pay down for our offence by weight
    The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
    On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
  • Provost. I do it not in evil disposition,
    But from Lord Angelo by special charge.

    Claudio. Thus can the demigod Authority
    Make us pay down for our offence by weight
    The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
    On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.

3 I / 2
  • From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
    As surfeit is the father of much f...
  • From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
    As surfeit is the father of much fast,
    So every scope by the immoderate use
    Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
    Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
    A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
  • Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?

    Claudio. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
    As surfeit is the father of much fast,
    So every scope by the immoderate use
    Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
    Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
    A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.

4 I / 2
  • What but to speak of would offend again.
  • What but to speak of would offend again.
  • Lucio. 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?

    Claudio. What but to speak of would offend again.

5 I / 2
  • No.
  • No.
  • Lucio. What, is't murder?

    Claudio. No.

6 I / 2
  • Call it so.
  • Call it so.
  • Lucio. Lechery?

    Claudio. Call it so.

7 I / 2
  • One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.
  • One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.
  • Provost. Away, sir! you must go.

    Claudio. One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.

8 I / 2
  • Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
    I got possession of Julietta's...
  • Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
    I got possession of Julietta's bed:
    You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
    Save that we do the denunciation lack
    Of outward order: this we came not to,
    Only for propagation of a dower
    Remaining in the coffer of her friends,
    From whom we thought it meet to hide our love
    Till time had made them for us. But it chances
    The stealth of our most mutual entertainment
    With character too gross is writ on Juliet.
  • Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
    Is lechery so look'd after?

    Claudio. Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
    I got possession of Julietta's bed:
    You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
    Save that we do the denunciation lack
    Of outward order: this we came not to,
    Only for propagation of a dower
    Remaining in the coffer of her friends,
    From whom we thought it meet to hide our love
    Till time had made them for us. But it chances
    The stealth of our most mutual entertainment
    With character too gross is writ on Juliet.

9 I / 2
  • Unhappily, even so.
    And the new deputy now for the duke--
    Whether it be...
  • Unhappily, even so.
    And the new deputy now for the duke--
    Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness,
    Or whether that the body public be
    A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
    Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
    He can command, lets it straight feel the spur;
    Whether the tyranny be in his place,
    Or in his emmence that fills it up,
    I stagger in:--but this new governor
    Awakes me all the enrolled penalties
    Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall
    So long that nineteen zodiacs have gone round
    And none of them been worn; and, for a name,
    Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
    Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name.
  • Lucio. With child, perhaps?

    Claudio. Unhappily, even so.
    And the new deputy now for the duke--
    Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness,
    Or whether that the body public be
    A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
    Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
    He can command, lets it straight feel the spur;
    Whether the tyranny be in his place,
    Or in his emmence that fills it up,
    I stagger in:--but this new governor
    Awakes me all the enrolled penalties
    Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall
    So long that nineteen zodiacs have gone round
    And none of them been worn; and, for a name,
    Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
    Freshly on me: 'tis surely for a name.

10 I / 2
  • I have done so, but he's not to be found.
    I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind...
  • I have done so, but he's not to be found.
    I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:
    This day my sister should the cloister enter
    And there receive her approbation:
    Acquaint her with the danger of my state:
    Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
    To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him:
    I have great hope in that; for in her youth
    There is a prone and speechless dialect,
    Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art
    When she will play with reason and discourse,
    And well she can persuade.
  • Lucio. 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.

    Claudio. I have done so, but he's not to be found.
    I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:
    This day my sister should the cloister enter
    And there receive her approbation:
    Acquaint her with the danger of my state:
    Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
    To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him:
    I have great hope in that; for in her youth
    There is a prone and speechless dialect,
    Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art
    When she will play with reason and discourse,
    And well she can persuade.

11 I / 2
  • I thank you, good friend Lucio.
  • I thank you, good friend Lucio.
  • Lucio. 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.

    Claudio. I thank you, good friend Lucio.

12 I / 2
  • Come, officer, away!
  • Come, officer, away!
  • Lucio. Within two hours.

    Claudio. Come, officer, away!

13 III / 1
  • The miserable have no other medicine
    But only hope:
    I've hope to live, a...
  • The miserable have no other medicine
    But only hope:
    I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.
  • Vincentio. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

    Claudio. The miserable have no other medicine
    But only hope:
    I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.

14 III / 1
  • I humbly thank you.
    To sue to live, I find I seek to die;
    And, seeking d...
  • I humbly thank you.
    To sue to live, I find I seek to die;
    And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
  • Vincentio. Be absolute for death; either death or life
    Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
    If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
    That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
    Servile to all the skyey influences,
    That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
    Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;
    For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun
    And yet runn'st toward him still. Thou art not noble;
    For all the accommodations that thou bear'st
    Are nursed by baseness. Thou'rt by no means valiant;
    For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
    Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
    And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear'st
    Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
    For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
    That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
    For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get,
    And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain;
    For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
    After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor;
    For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
    Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey,
    And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none;
    For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
    The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
    Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
    For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age,
    But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
    Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth
    Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
    Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,
    Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
    To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this
    That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
    Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
    That makes these odds all even.

    Claudio. I humbly thank you.
    To sue to live, I find I seek to die;
    And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

15 III / 1
  • Most holy sir, I thank you.
  • Most holy sir, I thank you.
  • Vincentio. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.

    Claudio. Most holy sir, I thank you.

16 III / 1
  • Now, sister, what's the comfort?
  • Now, sister, what's the comfort?
  • Vincentio. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be concealed.

    Claudio. Now, sister, what's the comfort?

17 III / 1
  • Is there no remedy?
  • Is there no remedy?
  • Isabella. Why,
    As all comforts are; most good, most good indeed.
    Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
    Intends you for his swift ambassador,
    Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:
    Therefore your best appointment make with speed;
    To-morrow you set on.

    Claudio. Is there no remedy?

18 III / 1
  • But is there any?
  • But is there any?
  • Isabella. None, but such remedy as, to save a head,
    To cleave a heart in twain.

    Claudio. But is there any?

19 III / 1
  • Perpetual durance?
  • Perpetual durance?
  • Isabella. Yes, brother, you may live:
    There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
    If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
    But fetter you till death.

    Claudio. Perpetual durance?

20 III / 1
  • But in what nature?
  • But in what nature?
  • Isabella. Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,
    Though all the world's vastidity you had,
    To a determined scope.

    Claudio. But in what nature?

21 III / 1
  • Let me know the point.
  • Let me know the point.
  • Isabella. In such a one as, you consenting to't,
    Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear,
    And leave you naked.

    Claudio. Let me know the point.

22 III / 1
  • Why give you me this shame?
    Think you I can a resolution fetch
    From flow...
  • Why give you me this shame?
    Think you I can a resolution fetch
    From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
    I will encounter darkness as a bride,
    And hug it in mine arms.
  • Isabella. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
    Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,
    And six or seven winters more respect
    Than a perpetual honour. Darest thou die?
    The sense of death is most in apprehension;
    And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
    In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
    As when a giant dies.

    Claudio. Why give you me this shame?
    Think you I can a resolution fetch
    From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
    I will encounter darkness as a bride,
    And hug it in mine arms.

23 III / 1
  • The prenzie Angelo!
  • The prenzie Angelo!
  • Isabella. There spake my brother; there my father's grave
    Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
    Thou art too noble to conserve a life
    In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,
    Whose settled visage and deliberate word
    Nips youth i' the head and follies doth emmew
    As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil
    His filth within being cast, he would appear
    A pond as deep as hell.

    Claudio. The prenzie Angelo!

24 III / 1
  • O heavens! it cannot be.
  • O heavens! it cannot be.
  • Isabella. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
    The damned'st body to invest and cover
    In prenzie guards! Dost thou think, Claudio?
    If I would yield him my virginity,
    Thou mightst be freed.

    Claudio. O heavens! it cannot be.

25 III / 1
  • Thou shalt not do't.
  • Thou shalt not do't.
  • Isabella. Yes, he would give't thee, from this rank offence,
    So to offend him still. This night's the time
    That I should do what I abhor to name,
    Or else thou diest to-morrow.

    Claudio. Thou shalt not do't.

26 III / 1
  • Thanks, dear Isabel.
  • Thanks, dear Isabel.
  • Isabella. O, were it but my life,
    I'ld throw it down for your deliverance
    As frankly as a pin.

    Claudio. Thanks, dear Isabel.

27 III / 1
  • Yes. Has he affections in him,
    That thus can make him bite the law by the no...
  • Yes. Has he affections in him,
    That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
    When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin,
    Or of the deadly seven, it is the least.
  • Isabella. Be ready, Claudio, for your death tomorrow.

    Claudio. Yes. Has he affections in him,
    That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
    When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin,
    Or of the deadly seven, it is the least.

28 III / 1
  • If it were damnable, he being so wise,
    Why would he for the momentary trick...
  • If it were damnable, he being so wise,
    Why would he for the momentary trick
    Be perdurably fined? O Isabel!
  • Isabella. Which is the least?

    Claudio. If it were damnable, he being so wise,
    Why would he for the momentary trick
    Be perdurably fined? O Isabel!

29 III / 1
  • Death is a fearful thing.
  • Death is a fearful thing.
  • Isabella. What says my brother?

    Claudio. Death is a fearful thing.

30 III / 1
  • Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
    To lie in cold obstruction and to...
  • Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
    To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
    This sensible warm motion to become
    A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
    To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
    In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
    To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
    And blown with restless violence round about
    The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
    Of those that lawless and incertain thought
    Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible!
    The weariest and most loathed worldly life
    That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
    Can lay on nature is a paradise
    To what we fear of death.
  • Isabella. And shamed life a hateful.

    Claudio. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
    To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
    This sensible warm motion to become
    A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
    To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
    In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
    To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
    And blown with restless violence round about
    The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
    Of those that lawless and incertain thought
    Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible!
    The weariest and most loathed worldly life
    That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
    Can lay on nature is a paradise
    To what we fear of death.

31 III / 1
  • Sweet sister, let me live:
    What sin you do to save a brother's life,
    Nat...
  • Sweet sister, let me live:
    What sin you do to save a brother's life,
    Nature dispenses with the deed so far
    That it becomes a virtue.
  • Isabella. Alas, alas!

    Claudio. Sweet sister, let me live:
    What sin you do to save a brother's life,
    Nature dispenses with the deed so far
    That it becomes a virtue.

32 III / 1
  • Nay, hear me, Isabel.
  • Nay, hear me, Isabel.
  • Isabella. O you beast!
    O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!
    Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
    Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
    From thine own sister's shame? What should I think?
    Heaven shield my mother play'd my father fair!
    For such a warped slip of wilderness
    Ne'er issued from his blood. Take my defiance!
    Die, perish! Might but my bending down
    Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed:
    I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,
    No word to save thee.

    Claudio. Nay, hear me, Isabel.

33 III / 1
  • O hear me, Isabella!
  • O hear me, Isabella!
  • Isabella. O, fie, fie, fie!
    Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade.
    Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
    'Tis best thou diest quickly.

    Claudio. O hear me, Isabella!

34 III / 1
  • Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love
    with life that I will sue t...
  • Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love
    with life that I will sue to be rid of it.
  • Vincentio. Son, I have overheard what hath passed between you
    and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to
    corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her
    virtue to practise his judgment with the disposition
    of natures: she, having the truth of honour in her,
    hath made him that gracious denial which he is most
    glad to receive. I am confessor to Angelo, and I
    know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to
    death: do not satisfy your resolution with hopes
    that are fallible: tomorrow you must die; go to
    your knees and make ready.

    Claudio. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love
    with life that I will sue to be rid of it.

35 IV / 2
  • As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour
    When it lies starkly in the t...
  • As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour
    When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
    He will not wake.
  • Provost. Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:
    [Exeunt POMPEY and ABHORSON]
    The one has my pity; not a jot the other,
    Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
    [Enter CLAUDIO]
    Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
    'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
    Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine?

    Claudio. As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour
    When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
    He will not wake.

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