[Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS]
ESCALUS: Every letter he hath writ hath disvouched other.
ANGELO: In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions
show much like to madness: pray heaven his wisdom be
not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and
redeliver our authorities there 
ESCALUS: I guess not.
ANGELO: And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his
entering, that if any crave redress of injustice,
they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
ESCALUS: He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of 
complaints, and to deliver us from devices
hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand
ANGELO: Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed betimes
i' the morn; I'll call you at your house: give 
notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet
ESCALUS: I shall, sir. Fare you well.
ANGELO: Good night.
This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant 
And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!
And by an eminent body that enforced
The law against it! But that her tender shame
Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,
How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no; 
For my authority bears of a credent bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch
But it confounds the breather. He should have lived,
Save that riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge, 
By so receiving a dishonour'd life
With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived!
A lack, when once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.