Angelo, a man who bore the reputation of a saint in Vienna for his strict and rigid life, was chosen by the duke as a fit person to undertake this important charge; and when the duke imparted his design to lord Escalus, his chief counsellor, Escalus said, “If any man in Vienna be of worth to undergo such ample grace and honour, it is lord Angelo.”  And now the duke departed from Vienna under pretence of making a journey into Poland, leaving Angelo to act as the lord deputy in his absence; but the duke’s absence was only a feigned one, for he privately returned to Vienna, habited like a friar, with the intent to watch unseen the conduct of the saintly-seeming Angelo.

It happened just about the time that Angelo was invested with his new dignity, that a gentleman, whose name was Claudio, had seduced a young lady from her parents; and for this offence, by command of the new lord deputy, Claudio was taken up and committed to prison, and by virtue of the old law which had been so long neglected, Angelo sentenced Claudio to be beheaded.  Great interest was made for the pardon of young Claudio, and the good old lord Escalus himself interceded for him.  “Alas,” said he, “this gentleman whom I would save had an honourable father, for whose sake I pray you pardon the young man’s transgression.”  But Angelo replied, “We must not make a scare-crow of the law, setting it up to frighten birds of prey, till custom, finding it harmless, makes it their perch, and not their terror.  Sir, he must die.”

Lucio, the friend of Claudio, visited him in the prison, and Claudio said to him, “I pray you, Lucio, do me this kind service.  Go to my sister Isabel, who this day proposes to enter the convent of Saint Clare; acquaint her with the danger of my state; implore her that she make friends with the strict deputy; bid her go herself to Angelo.  I have great hopes in that; for she can discourse with prosperous art, and well she can persuade; besides, there is a speechless dialect in youthful sorrow, such as moves men.”

Isabel, the sister of Claudio, had, as he said, that day entered upon her noviciate in the convent, and it was her intent after passing through her probation as a novice, to take the veil, and she was enquiring of a nun concerning the rules of the convent, when they heard the voice of Lucio, who, as he entered that religious house, said, “Peace be in this place!” “Who is it that speaks?” said Isabel.  “It is a man’s voice,” replied the nun:  “Gentle Isabel, go to him, and learn his business; you may, I may not.  When you have taken the veil, you must not speak with men but in the presence of the prioress; then if you speak, you must not shew your face, or if you shew your face, you must not speak.”  “And have you nuns no farther privileges?” said Isabel.  “Are not these large enough?” replied the nun.  “Yes, truly,” said Isabel:  “I speak not as desiring more, but rather wishing a more strict restraint upon the sisterhood, the votarists