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as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for || For which I must not plead, but that I am
Well; the matter? Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. || I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Elb. To your worship's house, sir?
And not my brother. Escal. To my house : Fare you well. (Eril Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you?
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Just. Eleven, sir.
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. Mine were the very cipher of a function, Just. I humbly thank you.
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; || And let go by the actor. But there's no remedy.
O just, but severe law! Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
I had a brother then.—Heaven keep your honour! Escal. It is but needful :
(Retiring. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so :
Lucio. [To Isab.) Give't not o'er so: to him Pardon is still the nurse of second wo:
again, entreat him; But yet,--Poor Claudio !- There's no remedy. Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Come, sir.
(Ereunt. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: SCENE II.--Another room in the same. Enter ||To him, I say. Provost and a Servant.
Isab. Must he needs die ? Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come
Maiden, no remedy. straight.
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, I'll tell him of you.
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Prov. Pray you, do. (Exit Servant.] I'll know
Ang. I will not do't.
Isab. His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas,
But can you, if you would ? He hath but as offended in a dream!
Ang. Look, what I will not, ihat I cannot do. All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no To die for it!
wrong, Enter Angelo.
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorsel
As mine is to him? Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost? Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Lucio. You are too cold. [To Isabella. Ang. Did' I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, order?
May call it back again: Well believe this, Why dost thou ask again?
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Prov.
Lest I might be too rash : Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under your good correction, I have seen, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, When, after execution, judgment hath
Become them with one half so good a grace, Repented o'er his doom.
As mercy does. If he had been as you, Ang.
Go to; let that be mine ; || And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; Do you your office, or give up your place, But he, like you, would not have been so stern. And you shall well be spar'd.
Ang. Pray you, begone. Prov.
I crave your honour's pardon.- Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? And you were Isabel! should it then be thus? She's very near her hour.
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Ang Dispose of her
And what a prisoner.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And but waste your words.
Alas! alas ! Desires access to you.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Ang
Hath he a sister? And He that might the vantage best have took, Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, Found out the remedy: How would you be, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If He, wbich is the top of judgment, should If not already.
But judge you as you are? o, think on that ; Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Ex. Serv. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, See you the fornicatress be remov'd;
Like man new made. Let her have needful, but not lavish, means ; Ang.
Be you content, fair maid : There shall be order for it.
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him ;--He must die to-morProv. Save your honour! Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.—[To Isab.) You are Isab. To-morrow ? O, that's sudden! Spare him,
welcome: What's your will? Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour, He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Please but your honour hear me.
We kill the fowl of season ;3 shall we serve heaven Ang.
Well; what's your suit? | With less respect than we do minister
To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink
you: For which I would not plead, but that I must ; Who is it that hath died for this offence ? (1) Pity. (2) Be assured.
(3) When in season.
spare him :
There's many have committed it.
Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Lucio.
Ay, well said. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested: gold, Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, hath slept :
As fancy values them: but with true prayers, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, If the first man that did the edict infringe ; Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved4 souls, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, | To nothing temporal. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Ang.
Well; come to me (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, To-morrow. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. (Aside to Isab. Are now to have no successive degrees,
Isub. Heaven keep your honour safe! But, where they live, to end.
Amen: for I Isab.
Yet show some pity. Am that way going to temptation, (Aside. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice ; || Where prayers cross. For then I pity those I do not know,
At what hour to-morrow Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Shall I attend your lordship? And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Ang.
At any time 'fore noon. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;
Isab. Save your honour! (Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro. Your brother dies to-morrow : be content.
Ang From thee ; even from thy virtue ! Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What's this? what's this ? Is this her fault, or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent
Not she; nor doth she tempt : but it is I,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
That's well said. Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Isab. Could great men thunder
That modesty may more betray our sense As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, || Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground For every pelting' petty officer,
enough, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but | Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, thunder.
And pitch our evils there?5 O, fie, fie, fie! Merciful heaven!
Whai dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, || Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled2 oak, That make her good? O, let her brother live: Than the soft myrtle :-0, but man, proud man! Thieves for their robbery have authority, Drest in a little brief authority;
When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, Most ignorant of what he's most assurd,
That I desire to hear her speak again, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape, And feast upon her eyes? What is't 1 'dream on? Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, || With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; || To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumpet, He's coming, I perceive't.
With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Prov.
Pray heaven, she win him ! ||Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: | Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. But, in less, foul profanation.
(Exit. Lucio. Thou art in the right, girl; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, SCENE III.-A room in a prison. Enter Duke, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
habited like a Friar, and Provost. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.
Duke. Hail to you, provost ; so, I think you are. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
friar? Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd That skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom;
order, Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know I come to visit the afflicted spirits That's like my brother's fault: if it confess Here in the prison : do me the common right A natural guiltiness, such as is bis,
To let me see them; and to make me know Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Against my brother's life.
To them accordingly. Ang.
She speaks, and 'tis Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. -Fare
needsul. you well.
Enter Juliet Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me:--Come again tomorrow. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, Who falling in the flames of her own youth, turn back.
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child; Ang. How! bribe me?
And he that got it, sentenc'd : a young man Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share | More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this.
When must he die?
(5) See 2 Kings, x. 27.
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, I have provided for you; stay a while. (To Juliet. || Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness And you shall be conducted.
Croud to his presence, where their untaught love Drike. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? || Must needs appear offence. Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your
Enter Isabella. conscience,
fair maid? And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Or bollowly put on.
Ang. That you might know it, would much Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
better please me, Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Than to demand what'tis. Your brother cannot live. Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour ! him.
(Retiring. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Was mutually committed ?
As long as you, or 1: Yet he must die.
Isab. Under your sentence?
That his soul sicken not. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not to pardon him, that hath from nature stolen heaven;
A man already made, as to remit Showing, we'd not sparel heaven, as we love it, Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, But as we stand in fear,
stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; Falsely to take away a life true made, And take the shame with joy.
As to put mettle in restrained means, Duke.
To make a false che. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. And I am going with instruction to him.
Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Grace go with you! Benedicite ! (Erit. Which had you rather, That the most just law
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Is still a dying horror!
As she that he hath stain'd? Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. Isab.
Sir, believe this,
I bad rather give my body than my soul. SCENE IV.- A room in Angelo's house. Enter Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compell’d sins Angelo.
Stand more for number than accompt.
Isab. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
How say you?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak pray To several subjects : heaven hath my empty words; | Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
I, now the voice of the recorded law, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,
Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : As if I did but only chew his name;
Might there not be a charity in sin, And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
To save this brother's life? of my conception : The state, whereon I studied, || 1'11 take it as a peril to my soul,
Please you to do't, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown feard and tedious; yea, my gravity,
It is no sin at all, but charity. Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Could I, with boot,2 change for an idle plume,
Were equal poize of sin and charity. Which the air beats for vain. Oplace ! O form!
Isab. Thai I do beg his life, if it be sin, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Heaven, let m hear it! you granting of my suit,
If that be sin, make it my morn prayer
And nothing of your, answer. 'Tis not the devil's crest.
Nay, but hear me:
Your sense pursues not mine : either you are ignorant, Enter Servant.
Or secm so, craftily; and that's not good. How now, who's there?
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Sero. One Isabel, a sister,
But graciously to know I am no better. Desires access to you.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Ang. Teach her the way. (Er. Serv. When it doth tax itself: as these black masks O heavens !
Proclaim an enshields beauty ten times louder Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; Making both it unable for itself,
To be receiv'd plain, I'll speak more gross : And dispossessing all the other parts
Your brother is to die. Of necessary fitness ?
Isab. So. So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ;
Ang. And his offence is so, as it
appears Come all to help him, and so stop the air
Accountant to the law upon that pain.6
Isab. True. By which he should revive : and even so
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life (1) Spare to offend heaven. (2) Profit. (3) Outside. (4) People.
(5) Enshieldel, covered. (6) Penalty.
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort: But in the loss of question,2) that you, his sister, Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,|| Aloud, what man thou art. Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Who will believe thee, Isabel? Of the all-binding law; and that there were My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, No earthly mean to save him, but that either My vouch® against you, and my place i' the state, You must lay down the treasures of your body
Will so your accusation overweigh, To this supposed, or else let him sufler ;
That you shall stifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny. I have begun;
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
Or else he must not only die the death, Ang.
Then must your brother die. But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way :
To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Better it were, a brother died at once,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Should die for ever.
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
Erit. That you have slander'd so?
Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. Ignomy3 in ransom, and free pardon,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, Are of two houses : lawful mercy is
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Nothing akin to foul redemption.
Either of condemnation or approof! Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a ty- || Bidding the law make court'sy, to their will; rant,
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : A merriment than a vice.
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, To have what we'd have, we speak not wbat we That had he twe dy heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, I something do excuse the thing I hate,
Before his sister should her body stoop For his advantage that I dearly love.
To such abhorr'd pollution. Ang. We are all frail.
Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab.
Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary, but only be,
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe, and succeed by weakness.
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Exit. Ang.
Nay, women are frail too. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them
selves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
ACT III. Women –Help heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; || SCENEI.- A room in the prison. Enter Duke, For we are soft as our complexions are,
Claudio, and Provost. And credulous to false prints.
Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord Ang.
I think it well :
Angelo? And from this testimony of your own sex
Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger But only hope: Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold; I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. I do arrest your words; Be that you are,
Duke. Be absolutelo for death; either death, or life, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with If you be one (as you are well express'd By all external warrants,) show it now,
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing By putting on the destin'd livery.
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, || (Servile to all the skiey influences,) Let ine entreat you speak the former language. That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; Isað. My brother did love Juliet; and you For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; That he shall die for it.
For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Are nurs’d by baseness : Thou art by no means Isab. I know, your virtue hath a license in't,
valiant : Which seems a little fouler than it is,
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork To pluck on others.
Of a poor worin: Thy best of rest is sleep, Ang
Believe me, on mine honour, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fearst My words express my purpose.
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; Tsab. Ha ! little honour to be much believ'd, For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains And most pernicious purpose!—Seeming, seeming!? || That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: (1) Agree to. (2) Conversation. (3) Ignominy. || (7) Hypocrisy. (8) Attestation. (9) Reluctant. (4) Associate.
(6) Impressions. (10) Determined.
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; The sense of death is most in apprehension ;
Why give you me this shame ?
And hug it in mine arms. Do curse the gout, serpigo, 2 and the rheum,
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth,
grave nor age ;
Did utter forth a voice ! Yes, thou must die: But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Thou art too roble to conserve a lite Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, Becomes
as aged, and doth beg thee alms Whose settled visage and deliberate word Of palsied eld ;3 and when thou art old, and rich, Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,? Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, || As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil; To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, His filth within being cast, he would appear That bears the name of life? Yet in this life A pond as deep as hell. Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, Claud.
The princely Angelo? That makes these odds all even.
Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, Claud.
I humbly thank you. The damned'st body to invest and cover To sue to live, I find, I seek to die ;
In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio,
Thon might'st be freed?
0, beavens! it cannot be. Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank company!
That I should do what I abhor to name,
Thou shalt not do't. Isab. My business is a word or iw with Claudio. Isab. O, were it but my life, Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's I'd throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin. Duke. Provost, a word with
Thanks, dear Isabel. Prov.
As many as you please. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morDuke. Bring them to speak, where I may be conceal'd,
Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him,
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? When he would force it? Sure it is no sin;
Isab. Which is the least?
Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Intends you for his swift ambassador,
Why, would be for the momentary trick
Therefore your best appointment make with speed; Isab. What says my brother?
Death is a fearful thing. Claud.
Is there no remedy? Isab. And shamed life a hateful. Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, Claud. Ay, but to die, and gowe know not where; To cleave a heart in twain.
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; Claud.
But is there any? This sensible warm motion to become Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
A kneaded cold; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
To be imprisond in the viewlessll winds,
Perpetual durance? And blown with restless violence round about Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Though all the world's vastidity you had, Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Toa determind scope.
Imagine howling 'tis too horrible !
But in what nature ? The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
To what we fear of death.
Isab. Alas! alas!
Sweet sister, let me live: Lest thou a fererous life should'st entertain, What sin you do to save a brother's life, And six or seven winters more respect
Nature dispenses with the deed so far, Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die? That it becomes a virtue.
0, you beast ! (1) Affects, affections. (2) Leprous eruptions. (3) Old age. (4) Resident. (5) Preparation. (8) Laced robes. (9) Freely. (10) Lastingly. 6) Vastness of extent. (7) Shut up.