MEASURE FOR MEASURE PLOT SYNOPSIS
From E. Nesbit's Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare
More centuries ago than I care to say, the people of Vienna were
governed too mildly. The reason was that the reigning Duke Vicentio
was excessively good-natured, and disliked to see offenders made
unhappy.
The consequence was that the number of ill-behaved persons in Vienna
was enough to make the Duke shake his head in sorrow when his
chief secretary showed him it at the end of a list. He decided,
therefore, that wrongdoers must be punished. But popularity was
dear to him. He knew that, if he were suddenly strict after being
lax, he would cause people to call him a tyrant. For this reason
he told his Privy Council that he must go to Poland on important
business of state. "I have chosen Angelo to rule in my absence,"
said he.
Now this Angelo, although he appeared to be noble, was really a
mean man. He had promised to marry a girl called Mariana, and
now would have nothing to say to her, because her dowry had been
lost. So poor Mariana lived forlornly, waiting every day for the
footstep of her stingy lover, and loving him still.
Having appointed Angelo his deputy, the Duke went to a friar called
Thomas and asked him for a friar's dress and instruction in the
art of giving religious counsel, for he did not intend to go to
Poland, but to stay at home and see how Angelo governed.
Angelo had not been a day in office when he condemned to death a
young man named Claudio for an act of rash selfishness which
nowadays would only be punished by severe reproof.
Claudio had a queer friend called Lucio, and Lucio saw a chance of
freedom for Claudio if Claudio's beautiful sister Isabella would
plead with Angelo.
Isabella was at that time living in a nunnery. Nobody had won her
heart, and she thought she would like to become a sister, or nun.
Meanwhile Claudio did not lack an advocate.
An ancient lord, Escalus, was for leniency. "Let us cut a little,
but not kill," he said. "This gentleman had a most noble father."
Angelo was unmoved. "If twelve men find me guilty, I ask no more
mercy than is in the law."
Angelo then ordered the Provost to see that Claudio was executed
at nine the next morning.
After the issue of this order Angelo was told that the sister of
the condemned man desired to see him.
"Admit her," said Angelo.
On entering with Lucio, the beautiful girl said, "I am a woeful
suitor to your Honor."
"Well?" said Angelo.
She colored at his chill monosyllable and the ascending red increased
the beauty of her face. "I have a brother who is condemned to
die," she continued. "Condemn the fault, I pray you, and spare
my brother."
"Every fault," said Angelo, "is condemned before it is committed.
A fault cannot suffer. Justice would be void if the committer
of a fault went free."
She would have left the court if Lucio had not whispered to her,
"You are too cold; you could not speak more tamely if you wanted
a pin."
So Isabella attacked Angelo again, and when he said, "I will not
pardon him," she was not discouraged, and when he said, "He's
sentenced; 'tis too late," she returned to the assult. But all
her fighting was with reasons, and with reasons she could not
prevail over the Deputy.
She told him that nothing becomes power like mercy. She told him
that humanity receives and requires mercy from Heaven, that it
was good to have gigantic strength, and had to use it like a giant.
She told him that lightning rives the oak and spares the myrtle.
She bade him look for fault in his own breast, and if he found
one, to refrain from making it an argument against her brother's
life.
Angelo found a fault in his breast at that moment. He loved
Isabella's beauty, and was tempted to do for her beauty what he
would not do for the love of man.
He appeared to relent, for he said, "Come to me to-morrow before
noon."
She had, at any rate, succeeded in prolonging her brother's life
for a few hours.'
In her absence Angelo's conscience rebuked him for trifling with
his judicial duty.
When Isabella called on him the second time, he said, "Your brother
cannot live."
Isabella was painfully astonished, but all she said was, "Even so.
Heaven keep your Honor."
But as she turned to go, Angelo felt that his duty and honor were
slight in comparison with the loss of her.
"Give me your love," he said, "and Claudio shall be freed."
"Before I would marry you, he should die if he had twenty heads to
lay upon the block," said Isabella, for she saw then that he was
not the just man he pretended to be.
So she went to her brother in prison, to inform him that he must
die. At first he was boastful, and promised to hug the darkness
of death. But when he clearly understood that his sister could
buy his life by marrying Angelo, he felt his life more valuable
than her happiness, and he exclaimed, "Sweet sister, let me live."
"O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!" she cried.
At this moment the Duke came forward, in the habit of a friar, to
request some speech with Isabella. He called himself Friar
Lodowick.
The Duke then told her that Angelo was affianced to Mariana, whose
love-story he related. He then asked her to consider this plan.
Let Mariana, in the dress of Isabella, go closely veiled to
Angelo, and say, in a voice resembling Isabella's, that if Claudio
were spared she would marry him. Let her take the ring from
Angelo's little finger, that it might be afterwards proved that
his visitor was Mariana.
Isabella had, of course, a great respect for friars, who are as
nearly like nuns as men can be. She agreed, therefore, to the
Duke's plan. They were to meet again at the moated grange,
Mariana's house.
In the street the Duke saw Lucio, who, seeing a man dressed like
a friar, called out, "What news of the Duke, friar?" "I have none,"
said the Duke.
Lucio then told the Duke some stories about Angelo. Then he told
one about the Duke. The Duke contradicted him. Lucio was provoked,
and called the Duke "a shallow, ignorant fool," though he pretended
to love him. "The Duke shall know you better if I live to report
you," said the Duke, grimly. Then he asked Escalus, whom he saw
in the street, what he thought of his ducal master. Escalus, who
imagined he was speaking to a friar, replied, "The Duke is a very
temperate gentleman, who prefers to see another merry to being
merry himself."
The Duke then proceeded to call on Mariana.
Isabella arrived immediately afterwards, and the Duke introduced
the two girls to one another, both of whom thought he was a friar.
They went into a chamber apart from him to discuss the saving of
Claudio, and while they talked in low and earnest tones, the Duke
looked out of the window and saw the broken sheds and flower-beds
black with moss, which betrayed Mariana's indifference to her
country dwelling. Some women would have beautified their garden:
not she. She was for the town; she neglected the joys of the
country. He was sure that Angelo would not make her unhappier.
"We are agreed, father," said Isabella, as she returned with Mariana.
So Angelo was deceived by the girl whom he had dismissed from his
love, and put on her finger a ring he wore, in which was set a
milky stone which flashed in the light with secret colors.
Hearing of her success, the Duke went next day to the prison prepared
to learn that an order had arrived for Claudio's release. It had
not, however, but a letter was banded to the Provost while he
waited. His amazement was great when the Provost read aloud these
words, "Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be
executed by four of the clock. Let me have his head sent me by
five."
But the Duke said to the Provost, "You must show the Deputy another
head," and he held out a letter and a signet. "Here," he said,
"are the hand and seal of the Duke. He is to return, I tell you,
and Angelo knows it not. Give Angelo another head."
The Provost thought, "This friar speaks with power. I know the
Duke's signet and I know his hand."
He said at length, "A man died in prison this morning, a pirate of
the age of Claudio, with a beard of his color. I will show his
head."
The pirate's head was duly shown to Angelo, who was deceived by
its resemblance to Claudio's.
The Duke's return was so popular that the citizens removed the city
gates from their hinges to assist his entry into Vienna. Angelo
and Escalus duly presented themselves, and were profusely praised
for their conduct of affairs in the Duke's absence.
It was, therefore, the more unpleasant for Angelo when Isabella,
passionately angered by his treachery, knelt before the Duke, and
cried for justice.
When her story was told, the Duke cried, "To prison with her for
a slanderer of our right hand! But stay, who persuaded you to come
here?"
"Friar Lodowick," said she.
"Who knows him?" inquired the Duke.
"I do, my lord," replied Lucio. "I beat him because he spake
against your Grace."
A friar called Peter here said, "Friar Lodowick is a holy man."
Isabella was removed by an officer, and Mariana came forward. She
took off her veil, and said to Angelo, "This is the face you once
swore was worth looking on."
Bravely he faced her as she put out her hand and said, "This is
the hand which wears the ring you thought to give another."
"I know the woman," said Angelo. "Once there was talk of marriage
between us, but I found her frivolous."
Mariana here burst out that they were affianced by the strongest
vows. Angelo replied by asking the Duke to insist on the production
of Friar Lodowick.
"He shall appear," promised the Duke, and bade Escalus examine the
missing witness thoroughly while he was elsewhere.
Presently the Duke re-appeared in the character of Friar Lodowick,
and accompanied by Isabella and the Provost. He was not so much
examined as abused and threatened by Escalus. Lucio asked him to
deny, if he dared, that he called the Duke a fool and a coward,
and had had his nose pulled for his impudence.
"To prison with him!" shouted Escalus, but as hands were laid upon
him, the Duke pulled off his friar's hood, and was a Duke before
them all.
"Now," he said to Angelo, "if you have any impudence that can yet
serve you, work it for all it's worth."
"Immediate sentence and death is all I beg," was the reply.
"Were you affianced to Mariana?" asked the Duke.
"I was," said Angelo.
"Then marry her instantly," said his master. "Marry them," he said
to Friar Peter, "and return with them here."
"Come hither, Isabel," said the Duke, in tender tones. "Your friar
is now your Prince, and grieves he was too late to save your
brother;" but well the roguish Duke knew he had saved him.
"O pardon me," she cried, "that I employed my Sovereign in my
trouble."
"You are pardoned," he said, gaily.
At that moment Angelo and his wife re-entered. "And now, Angelo,"
said the Duke, gravely, "we condemn thee to the block on which
Claudio laid his head!"
"O my most gracious lord," cried Mariana, "mock me not!"
"You shall buy a better husband," said the Duke.
"O my dear lord," said she, "I crave no better man."
Isabella nobly added her prayer to Mariana's, but the Duke feigned
inflexibility.
"Provost," he said, "how came it that Claudio as executed at an
unusual hour?"
Afraid to confess the lie he had imposed upon Angelo, the Provost
said, "I had a private message."
"You are discharged from your office," said the Duke. The Provost
then departed. Angelo said, "I am sorry to have caused such
sorrow. I prefer death to mercy." Soon there was a motion in
the crowd. The Provost re-appeared with Claudio. Like a big
child the Provost said, "I saved this man; he is like Claudio."
The Duke was amused, and said to Isabella, "I pardon him because
he is like your brother. He is like my brother, too, if you, dear
Isabel, will be mine."
She was his with a smile, and the Duke forgave Angelo, and promoted
the Provost.
Lucio he condemned to marry a stout woman with a bitter tongue.
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