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Supply me with the habit, and instruct me Your brother and his lover have embraced:
How I may formally in person bear me

As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
At our more leisure shall I render you;

To teeming foison;* even so her plenteous womb Only, this one :-Lord Angelo is precise; Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses Isab. Some one with child by him !--My couThat his blood flows, or that his appetite

sin Juliet? Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see, Lucio. Is she your cousin ? If power change purpose, what our seemers be. Isab. Adoptedly: as school-maids change their


By vain though apt affection.
SCENE V.- A Nunnery.


She it is.
Enter ISABELLA and Francisca.

Isab. O, let him marry her!

This is the point.
Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges ? | The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Fran. Are not these large enough?
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; In hand, and hope of action: but we do learn

Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, But rather wishing a more strict restraint

By those that know the very nerves of state, Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare.

His givings-out were of an infinite distance
Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within.
Who's that which calls ? And with full line of his authority,

From his true-meant design. Upon his place, Fran. It is a man's voice : Gentle Isabella,

Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood Turn you the key, and know his business of him; Is very snow-broth; one who never feels You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn:

The wanton stings and motions of the sense; When you have vowed, you must not speak with But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge men,

With profits of the mind, study and fast. But in the presence of the prioress :

He (to give fear to use and liberty, Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; which have, for long, run by the hideous law, Or if you show your face, you must not speak.

As mice by lions) hath pick'd out an act, He calls again; I pray you answer him.

Under whose heavy sense your brother's life [Exit FranCISCA.

Falls into forfeit! he arrests him on it; Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? And follows close the rigor of the statute, Enter Lucio.

To make him an example: all hope is gone, Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me, To soften Angelo: And that's my pith As bring me to the sight of Isabella,

Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother. A novice of this place, and the fair sister

Isab. Doth he so seek his life? To her unhappy brother Claudio ?


Has censur'd' him Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath The rather, for I now must make you know A warrant for his execution. I am that Isabella, and his sister.

Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets To do him good ?

Lucio. Assay the power you have. Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.

Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,Isab. Woe ine! For what?


Our doubts are traitors, Lucio. For that which if myself might be his And make us lose the good we oft might win, judge,

By fearing to attempt: Go to lord Angelo, He should receive his punishment in thanks: And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, He hath got his friend with child.

Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, Isab. Sir, make me not your story..

All their petitions are as freely theirs Lucio.

It is true. As they themselves would owe them. I would not—though 'tis my familiar sin

Isab. I'll see what I can do. With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest, Lucio.

But speedily. Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so: Isab. I will about it straight; I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted; No longer staying but to give the mother By your renouncement an immortal spirit; Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you: And to be talked with in sincerity,

Commend me to my brother: soon at night
As with a saint.

I'll send him certain word of my success.
Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth," Isab.

Good sir, adieu. 'tis thus:


you :

ACT II. SCENE I-A Hall in Angelo's House. And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Enter ANGELO, Escalus, Provost, Officers, and Their perch and not their terror.


Ay, but yet other Attendants.

Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the Than tall, and bruise to death: Alas! this gentleman, law,

Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

Let but your honor know, • Do not make a jest of me.

| Breeding plenty.

• Tilling. TIn few and true words.

1 Sentenced.

9 lave.

(Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue,) Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ?
That, in the working of your own affections, Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well
Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood

it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Could have attain’d the effect of your own purpose,

Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Whether you had not some time in your life Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had Errd in this point which now you censure him, been a woman cardinally given, might have been And pull’d the law upon you.

accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliAng. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, ness there. Another thing to fall. I not deny,

Escal. By the woman's means ? The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means : but May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two as she spit in his face, so she defied him. Guiltier than him they try: What's open made to Clo. Sir, if it please your honor, this is not so. justice,

Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou That justice seizes. What know the laws, honorable man, prove it. That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces? The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,

[To Angelo. Because we see it; but what we do not see,

Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longWe tread upon and never think of it.

ing (saving your honor's reverence) for stew'd You may not so extenuate his offence,

prunes : sir, we had but two in the house, which at For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, that very distant time stood as it were, in a fruitWhen I that censure him, do so offend,

dish, a dish of some three-pence: your honors have Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. very good dishes. Escul. Be it as your wisdom will.

Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Ang

Where is the provost ? Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therePror. Here, if it like your honor.

fore in the right; but, to the point: as I say, this Ang.

See that Claudio mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and beBe executed by nine to-morrow morning :

ing great belly’d, and longing, as I said, for prunes; Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared: and having but two in the dish, as I said, master For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.

Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as [Exeunt Angelo and Provost. I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us —for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give all!

you three-pence again. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall :

Froth. No, indeed. Some run from brakes' of vice, and answer none; Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be reAnd some condemned for a fault alone.

member'd, cracking the stones of the 'foresaid Enter Elbow, Frota, Clown, Officers, &c. prunes. Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good

Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you people in a common weal, that do nothing but use their abuses in cominon houses, I know no law; be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, bring them away.

were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they Ang. How now, sir! what's your name ? and kept very good diet, as I told you.

Froth. All this is true. what's the matter? Elb. If it please your honor, I am the poor

Clo. Why, very well then. duke's constable, and my name is Elbow ; I do

Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purlean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before pose.- What was done to Elbow's wife, that he

hath cause to complain of ? Come me to what was your good honor two notorious benefactors.

done to her. Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are

Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet. they are they not malefactors?

Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not. Elb. If it please your honor, I know not well

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your howhat they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the nor’s leave: and I beseech you, look into master

Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; world, that good Christians ought to have.

Escal. This comes off' well;" here's a wise officer. whose father died at Hallowmas :—Was't not at Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow Hallowmas, master Froth?

Froth. All-hollond' eve. is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow ? Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.

Clo. Why, very well: I hope here be truths: Ang. What are you, sir?

he, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;

'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you El. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel' bawd: one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was,

have a delight to sit : have you not?

Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very

and good for winter.

Clo. Why, very ill house too.

well then ;-I hope here be

truths. Escal. How know you that? Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detesto before heaven when nights are longest there: I II take my leave,

Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, and your honor, Escal. How! thy wife?

And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an

Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Escal. I think no less : good morrow to your lordship

[Exit AngelO. . Becauce.

Thickets, thorny paths of vice.

* Partly. • Keeps a bagnio.

• For protest.

· Eve of All Saints day.


honest woman,

> Wealth.

& Well told.

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you to it?

Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own part, wife, once more?

I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her am drawn in.

Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth : fareElb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man well. [Exit Froth.]—Come you hither to me did to my wife ?

master tapster ; what's your name, master tapster ? Clo. I beseech your honor, ask me.

Clo. Pompey. Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Escal. What else ?

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Bum, sir. face :-Good master Froth, look upon his honor; 'tis Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing for a good purpose: doth your honor mark his face? about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. bawd, Pompey, howsoever you color it in being a Escal. Well, I do so.

tapster. Are you not ? come, tell me true; it shall Clo. Doth your honor see any harm in his face ? be the better for you. Escal. Why, no.

Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Clo. I'll be suppos’d' upon a book, his face is live. the worst thing about him: good then; if his face Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being be the worst thing about him, how could master a bawd? What do you think of the trade, PomFroth do the constable's wise any harm? I would pey? is it a lawful trade? know that of your honor.

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey;

nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his all the youth in the city ? mistress is a respected woman.

Escal. No, Pompey. Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more re Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will spected person than any of us all.

to't then: if your worship will take order* tor the Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked var- drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever re- bawds. spected with man, woman, or child.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he tell you : it is but heading and hanging. married with her.

Člo. If you head and hang all that offend that Escal. Which is the wiser here? justice or ini- way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to quity?Is this true ?

give out a commission for more heads. If this law Elb. O thou caititf! O thou varlet ! ( thou wick- hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house ed Hannibal !: I respected with her, before I was in it, after three pence a day: if you live to see married to her? If ever I was respected with her, this come to pass, say Pompey told you so. or she with me, let not your worship think me the Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in repoor duke's officer :-Prove this, thou wicked Han- quital of your prophecy, hark you,—1 advise you, nibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. let me not find you before me again upon any com

Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you might have your action of slander too.

do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealwhat is't your worship's pleasure I should do with ing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this this wicked caitiff?

time, Pompey, fare you well. Escul. Truly, officer, because he hath some of Clo. I thank your worship for your good counfences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou sel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou shall better determine. know'st what they are.

Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade; Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:—thou The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. secst, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon

[Exit. thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou

Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow, come art to continue.

hither, master Constable. How long have you Escal. Where were you born, friend? [To Froti. been in this place of constable ? Froth. Here, in Vienna, sir.

Elb. Seven years and a half, sir. Escul. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, Froth. Yes, and 't please you, sir.

you had continued in it some time: You say, seven Escal. So.- What trade are you of, sir?

years together?

[To the Clown. Elb. And a half, sir. Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's tapster.

Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you ! Escal. Your mistress's name?

They do you wrong to put you so oft upon 't: Are Clo. Mistress Over-done.

there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Escal. Hath she had any more than one hus Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: band ?

as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last.

them; I do it for some piece of money, and go Escal. Nine !-Come hither to me, master Froth. through with all. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, six or seven of the most sufficient of your parish. and you will hang them: get you gone, and let me Elb. To your worship's house, sir? hear no more of you.

Escal. To my house: Fare you well. [Erit

Elbow.] What's o'clock, think you! * Deposed, sworn.

• Constable or Clown. 3 For cannibal.

• Measures.


Just. Eleven, sir.

Ang. Condemn the fault and not the actor of it! Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. Why, every fault's condemned, ere it be done: Just. I humbly thank you.

Mine were the very cipher of a function, Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, But there 's no remedy.

And let go by the actor. Just. Lord Angelo is severe.


O just, but severe law! Escal.

It is but needful: I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honor! Mercy is not itself that oft looks so,

[Retiring. Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

Lucio. [To Isab.) Give't not o'er so: to him But yet, poor Claudio !—There's no remedy.

again, intreat him; Come, sir.

[Exit. Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;

You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
SCENE II.- Another Room in the same.

You could not with more tamo a tongue desire it:

To him, I say.
Enter Provost and a Servant.

Isab. Must he needs die?
Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come Ang.

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. Pro. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know Ang. I will not do't. His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas,


But can you, if you would ? He hath but as offended in a dream!

Any. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. All sects, all ages, sinack of this vice; and he Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no To die for it!


If so, your heart were touch'd with that remorse
Now, what's the matter, Provost? As mine is to him.


He's sentenced: 'tis too late. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-mor

Lucio. You are too cold. [To Is A BELLA.

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea ? hadst thou not May call it back again: Well believe this,

order? Why dost thou ask again?

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Prov. Lest I might be too rash: The marshal's truncheon, nor the jndge's robe,

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under vour good correction, I have seen,

Become them with one half so good a grace, When, after execution, judgment hath

As mercy does. If he had been as you, Repented o'er his doom. Ang. Go to; let that be mine. But he, like you, would not have been so stern.

And you as he, you would have slipt like him; Do you your office, or give up your place,

Ang. Pray you, begone. And you shall well be spar’d.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Prov. I crave your honor's pardon.What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,

And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus? She's very near her hour.

And what a prisoner.
Dispose of her

Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [Aside. To soine more fitter place; and that with speed.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Re-enter Servant.

And you but waste your worús.
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd


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, which 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. And mercy then will breathe within your lips,

[Exit Servant. Like man new made. See you, the fornicatress be remov’d;


Be you content, fair maid; Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: There shall be order for it.

Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

It should be thus with him:-he must die to-morrow. Enter Lucio and Is ABELLA.

Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, Prov. Save your honor! [Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.-[ To IsaB.) You are He's not prepar’d for death! Even for our kitchens welcome: What's your will ?

We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honor: With less respect than we do minister Please but your honor hear me.

To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink
Well; what's your suit?

Isub. There is a vice that most I do abhor, Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
And most desire should meet the blow of justice; There's many have committed it.
For which I would not plead, but that I must; Lucio.

Ay, well said. For which I must not plead, but that I am

Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

hath slept : Ang.

Well; the matter? Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Isab. I have a brother is condemned to die: If the first man that did the edict infringe, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,

Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; And not my brother.

Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils

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spare him:

(Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv’d, Ang.

Well: come to me
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born) To-morrow.
Are now to have no successive degrees,

Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to Isab. But, where they live, to end.

Isab. Heaven keep your honor safe!
Yet show some pity. Ang.

Amen: for I Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Am that way going to temptation, [Aside. For then I pity those I do not know,

Where prayers cross. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;


At what hour to-morrow And do him right, that answering one foul wrong, Shall I attend your lordship? Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;


At any time 'fore-noon. Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.

Isab. Save your honor! Isab. So you must be the first that gives this sen

[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. tence;

Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue! And he, that suffers: 0, it is excellent

What's this? what's this? Is this her fault or mine? To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? ha! To use it like a giant.

Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That's well said.

That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Isab. Could great men thunder

Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, For every pelting,' petty officer,

That modesty may more betray our sense Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground thunder.

enough, Merciful heaven!

Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, And pitch our evils there? O, fye, fye, fye! Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarlede oak, What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo? Than the soft myrtle;—0, but man, proud man! Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Drest in a little brief authority,

That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Most ignorant of what he's most assurd,

Thieves for their robbery have authority, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,

When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, That I desire to hear her speak again, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, And feast upon her eyes? What is't. I dream on? Would all themselves laugh mortal.

O cunning enemy, that to catch a saint, Luc. 0, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous He's coming, I perceive't.

Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Prov.

Pray heaven, she win him! To sin in loving virtue; never could the strumpet Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: With all her double vigor, art, and nature, Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid But, in the less, foul profanation.

Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o'that. When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,

[Exit. Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Lucio. Art advis'd o'that? more on't.

SCENE III-A Room in a Prison. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,

Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

Duke. Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know

friar? That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless’d order, A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

I come to visit the afflicted spirits Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Here in the prison: do me the common right Against my brother's life.

To let me see them; and to make me know Ang.

She speaks, and 'tis The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.-Fare To them accordingly.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

needful. Ang. I will bethink me: Come again to

Enter JULIET. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, turn back.

Who, falling in the flames of her own youth, Ang. How, bribe me?

Hath blister'd her report: She is with child; Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share And he that got it, sentenced: a young man

More fit to do another such offence, Lucio. You had marr'd all else.

Than die for this. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold Duke.

When must he die? Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor,

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.As fancy values them: but with true prayers, I have provided for you; stay awhile, [TV JULIET. That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, And you shall be conducted. Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved' souls,

Duke. Repent you, fair one of the sin you carry? From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. To nothing temporal.

Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your

conscience, • Paltry. • Knotted.

• Stamped.

And try your penitence, if it be sound, · Preserved from the corruption of the world.

Or hollowly put on.

you well.


with you.

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