Alas the Duke hath returned to us all
as Christ on the Third Day,
Saving Claudio from an eternal rest.
Mariana and Angelo in wedded vows tied,
and poor Lucio in bed with a prostitute lie...fie, fie, fie.
The Duke doth request the hand of fair Isabella,
though I doubt the chaste nun will comply.
For how can Isabel hold her vow of asceticism and enjoy the spoils of Vienna?
Is the Duke of stronger morals than the lustful Angelo?
Methinks not.
Another pretty tale of the Duke I'll have now to tell,
of him who seems and is not the same.
For there exists a fine line betwixt seeming and being
and the Duke hath traipsed across it.
And here lieth Vienna, no worse or better than she was one week prior,
For the absence of the Duke hath done no good or harm.
Her corruption will continue its spread as blood pervades a stream,
Little by little, until all that is pure hath been stained crimson.
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