Justice, O royal duke
Justice, O royal duke.Anapodoton Vail your regard
Upon a wronged—I would fain have said, a maid.
O worthy prince, dishonor not your eye
By throwing it on any other objectSynecdoche
Till you have heard me in my true complaint
And given me justice, justice, justice, justice.Epizeuxis
Relate your wrongs. In what, by whom?Anapodoton & Pysma Be brief.
Here is Lord Angelo shall give you justice.
Reveal yourself to him.
Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth
To th' end of reck'ning.
O worthy duke,
You bid me seek redemption of the devil.Metaphor
Hear me yourself, for that which I must speak
Must either punish me, not being believed,
Or wring redress from you. Hear me, O hear me, here.Epimone
My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm.
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother
Cut off by course of justice.
AnapodotonBy course of justice!
And she will speak most bitterly and strange.
AnapodotonMost strange! But yet most truly will I speak:Stichomythia
That Angelo's forsworn, is it not strange?
That Angelo's a murderer, is't not strange?
That Angelo is an adulterous thief,
An hypocrite, a virgin-violator,
Is it not strange? And strange?
AdynatonNay, it is ten times strange.
DichotomyIt is not truer he is Angelo
Than this is all as true as it is strange;
AdynatonNay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth
To th' end of reck'ning.Anaphora, Diacope, & Rhetorical Questions
Away with her. Poor soul,
She speaks this in th’ infirmity of sense.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not with that opinion
That I am touched with madness. Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike. ’Tis not impossible
But one, the wicked’st caitiff on the ground,
Diacope & AsyndetonMay seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo. Even so may Angelo,
Dichotomy & AsyndetonIn all his dressings, caracts, titles, forms,
Be an archvillain.Dichotomy Believe it, royal prince,
If he be less, he’s nothing, but he’s more,
EllipsisHad I more name for badness.Dichotomy
By mine honesty,
If she be mad—as I believe no other—
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e’er I heard in madness.
O gracious duke,
Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason
For inequality, but let your reason serve
To make the truth appear where it seems hid,
And hide the false seems true.Chiasmus
Many that are not mad
Have, sure, more lack of reason.