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1 Lucio, You had marr'd all else. Lucio.
Av, well said. Isad. 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, bath siept:
As fancy values them; but with true prayers, Those many had not dar'd to do that eril, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, If the first man that did the edict infringe, Ere sun-rise ; prayers from preserved' souls, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; From fasting waids, whose minds are dedicate Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, To nothing icmporal. Looks in a glass, that shows what future enils Ang
Well; come to me (Either now, or by remissness new-conceivid, To-morrow. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Lucio. Go to; it is well; awar. [.9side to Isab. Are now to have no successive degrees,
Isub, Heaven keep your honour sale! But, where they live, to end.
Amen: for I Isab.
Yet show some pity. Am that was 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, ing.
At any time ore noon. Lives not to act another. Be saused;
Isa). Save your honour! (Ere. Luc. Isa. and Pro. Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.
From thee ; eren from the virtue ! Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What's this ? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? sentence:
The temper, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent
Not she; nor doth she lempit: but it is I,
Do, as the carrion does not as the dower,
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 himseli does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground For every pelting' peity oficer,
enough, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, thunder.
And pitch our evils there !$ 0, fie, fie, fie! Merciful heaven!
What dost thou ? or that art thou, Angelo? Thou rather, with the sharp and sulphurous bolt, Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled a oak, That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Than the son 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 I 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 ihe strumpet, He's coming, I perceive't.
With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Pror.
Pray hearen, she win him! Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with oursell: Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, Great men may jest with saints : 'uis wit in them; When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how, B11, in less, foul profanatiou.
(Exit, Lacio. 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'u o' that? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are. Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Pror, I am the provost: What's your will, good Hath vet a kind of medicine in itsell,
friar? That skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless' Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know
order, That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
I come to visit the aflicted spirits A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Here in the prison : do me the common right Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
To let me see them; and to make me know Against my brother's life.
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister? Ang.
She speaks, and 'tis
To them accordingly. Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were you well.
needful. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, turn back.
Hath blister'd her report : She is with child
And he that got it, sentene'd: a young man
When must he die ?
(5) See 2 Kings, x. 27.
Proo. As I do think, to-morrow.
The general,“ subject to a well-wish'd king, I have provided for you; stay awhile. (To Juliet. Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness And you shall be conducted.
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Must needs appear offence. Juliel. I do; and hear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your
Enter Isabella. conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound,
How now, fair maid ? Or hollowly put on.
Isab. I am come to know your pleasuro. Juliet I'll gladly leam.
Ang. That you might know it, would much Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?
better please me, Juliet. Yes, as I lov'd the woman that wrong'a Than to demand what’tis. Your brother cannot live.
Isab. Even so?-Heaven keep your honour ! Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
(Retiring. Was mutually committed ?
Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Juliet.
As long as you, or I: Yet he must die.
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, repent,
Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image,
Falsely to talie array a lite true made, Duke.
As to put mettle in restrained means, Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
To make a false onc. And I'am going with instruction to him.
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Grace go with you! Benedicite !
(E.cit., Ang. Say you so ? then I shall peze you quickly. Judiei. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, which had you rather, That the most just law That respites me a life, whose very comfort Now took your brother's lite; or, to redeem him, Is still a dying horror!
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. As she that he haih stain'd ?
Sir, believe this, SCENE IV. Aroom in Angelo's house. Enter I had rather give my body than my soul. Angelo.
Ing. I talk not of your soul: Our compell'd sins
Stand more for pumber than accompt. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Isab.
How say you ? pray
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that ; for I can speak 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? or my conception : The state, whoreon I studied, Isib.
Please you to do't. Is like a good thing, being often read,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul, 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, change for an idle plume, Were equal poize of sin and charity. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : To have it added to the faults of mine, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, And nothing of your, answer. **Tis not the devil's creste,
Nay, but hear me:
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Enter Servant.
Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, How now, who's there? Sero. One Isabel, a sister,
But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Desires access to you. Ang. Teach her the way. (Ex. Serv. When it doth tax its::If
: as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield' beauty ten times louder O heavens !
Than beauty could displayed.—But mark me; Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
To be receiv'd plain, I'll speak more gross: Making both it unable for itself,
Your brother is to die. And dispossessing all the other parts
Isab. So. or necessary fitness ? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Come all to help him, and so stop the air
Loab. True. By which he should revive: and even so
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life
(2) Profit. Outside. (4) People.
(5) Enshielded, covered. (6) Penalty.
(As I subscrlbe' not that, nor any other, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for:
Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
That you shall stille in your own report, What will you do?
And smell of calamny.' I have begun; Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: And now I give my sensual race the rein That is, Were I under ihe terms of death, Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes, And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield By yielding up thy body to my will; My body up to shame.
Or else he must not only die ihe death, Ang.
Then must your brother die. But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way :
To lingering suflerance: 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,
I'll 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. Ignomy 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 what we That had he twenty heads to tender down mean:
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 chaske, and, brother, die : Isab.
Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary, but only he,
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 srail 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; SCENE I.-A room in the prison. Enter Duke For we are soft as our complexions are,
Claudio, and Provost. And credulous to false prints.6
I think it well:
Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord And from this testimony of your own sex
Angelo? (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger
Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Than faul's may shake our frames,) let me be bold ; P have hope to live, and am prepard to die.
But only hope:
Duke. Be absolute o for death; either death, or life If you be one (as you are well express'd
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with By all external warrants,) show it now,
life, By putt.ng on the destin'd livery.
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing Isab. I have no longue but one: gentle my lord, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art Let me entreat you speak the former language.
(Servile to ail the skiey influences,) Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; and you for him thou labour'st' by thy flight to shun,
Hourly amict: merely, thou art death's fool; That he shall die for it.
And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not 'noble; Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Isab. I know, your virtue hath a license in't,
Are nurs'd by baseness : Thou art by no means Which seems a little fouler than it is,
valiant : To pluck on others.
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork. Ang.
Believe me, on mine honour, of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, My words express my purpose.
And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly sear'st Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thysell; And most pernicious purpose ! -Sceming, seeming!" For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not: Agree to. (3) Conversation. (3) Ignominy, (7) Hypocrisy. (8) Attestation. (9) Reluctant Associate. (5) Own. (6) Impressions. (16) Determined!
For what thou hast not, stil 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 noble to conserve a life 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;' 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 bein 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,
The princely Angelo? That makes these odds all even.
Isub. 0, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, Claud.
I humbly thank you. The damned'st body lo invest and cover To sue to live, I find, I seek to die
In princely guards? Dost thou think, Claudio, And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on. IC I would yield him my virginity,
Thou mightest be freed?
0, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. What, ho! Peace here ; grace and good
Isah. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank
offence, company! Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves that I should do what I abhor to name,
So to offend him still : This night's the time a welcome.
Or else thou diest to-morrow. Diike. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud.
Thou shalt not do't. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. I'd throw it down for your deliverance
Isab. O, were it but my life, Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's As frankly as a pin. your sister.
Claud. Duke. Provost, a word with you.
Tharks, dear Isabel. Prov.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your deathto-morrow. As many as you please.
Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be that thus can make him bite the law by the nose, conceal'd,
When he would force it? Sure it is no sin;
Isab. Which is the least?
Why, would he for the momentary trick,
Be perdurablylo fined ?-0, Isabel !
Isab. What says my brother!
Claud. Therefore your best appointment make with speed;
Death is a fearsul thing.
Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
Claud. Ay, but to do die, and go we know not Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
where; To cleave a heart in twain.
This sensible warm motion to become Claud.
But is there any ? A kneaded cold; and the delighted spirit Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside There is a devilish mercy in the judre,
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, But fetter you till death.
And blown with restless violence round about Claud. Perpetual durance ?
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
The wearied and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Isab. Alas! alas!
Sweet sister, let me live: Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake
What sin you do to save a brother's lise, Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, Nature dispenses with the deed so far, And six or seven winters more respect
That it becomes a virtue Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ?
O, you beast ! Aflects, affections. (2) Leprous eruptions. (4) Resident. (5) Preparation.
(8) Laced robes. (9) Freely. (10) Lastingly. (6) Yastness of extent.
(7) Shit up.
0, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch! Duke. That shall not be much amiss: yet, as the Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation; Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
he made trial of you only. Therefore, fasten your From thine own sister's shame? What should I ear on my advisings; to the love I have in doing think?
good, a remedy presents itself. I do make myself Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! believe, that you may most uprighteously do a poor For such a warped slip of wilderness'
wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your broNe'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance :: ther from the angry law; do nó stain to your own Die; perish! might but my bending down gracious person; and much please the absent duke, Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed : if, peradventure, he shall ever return to have hearI'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, ing of this business. No word to save thee.
Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I have Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.
spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the Isab.
O, fie, fie, fie! truth of my spirit. Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade ::
Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearsul. Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: Have not you heard speak of Mariana, the sister of 'Tis best thou diest quickly.
(Going. Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea ? Claud.
O hear me, Isabella. Isab. I'have licard of the lady, and good worus
went with her name. Re-enler Duke.
Duke. Her should this Angelo have married; was Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed : word.
between which time of the contract, and limit of the Isab. What is your will ?
solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his would by and by have some speech with you: the sister. But mark, how heavily this belel to the poor satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own gentlewoman: there she lost a noble and renowned benefit.
brother, in his love toward her ever most kind and Isab. I have no supérfluous leisure; my stay must natural; with him the portion and sinew of her forbe stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you tune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her combia while.
nates husband, this well-seeming Angelo. Duke. (To Claudio, aside.) Son, I have over Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her ? heard what hath passed between you and your sis
Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of ter. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour: in few, his judgment with the disposition of natures: she, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she having the truth of honour in her, hath made him yet wears for his sake; and be, a marble to her that gracious denial which he is most glad to re- tears, is washed with them, but relents not. ceive; I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this be true; therefore prepare yourself to death: do not poor maid from the world! What corruption in this satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: life, that it will let this man live !–But how out of to-morrow you must die; go to your knees, and this can she avail ? make ready.
Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heal : Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so and the cure of it not only saves your brother, but out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. keeps you from dishonour in doing it. Duke. Hold* you there: farewell. (Ex. Claud.
Isab. Show me how, good father.
Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the Re-enter Provost.
continuance of her first affection; his unjust unProvost, a word with you.
kindness, that in all reason should have quenched Prov. What's your will, father ?
her love, hath, like an impediment in the current, Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone : made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Anleave me a while with the maid ; my mind promises gelo; answer his requiring with a plausible obediwith my habit, no loss shall touch her by my com- ence; agree with his demands to the point : dnly pany.
refert yourself to this advantage,-first, that your Prov. In good time.
(Eril Provost. stay with him may not be long; that the time may Duke. The hand that hath make you fair, hath have all shadow and silence
in it; and the place made you good: the goodness, that is cheap in answer to convenience: this being granted in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, course, now follows all. We shall advise this being the soul of your complexion, should keep the wronged maid to stead up your appointment, go in body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo hath your place; is the encounter acknowledge itself made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my under-hereaster, it may compel him to her recompense; standing; and, but that frailty hath examples for and here, by this, is your brother saved, your hohis falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How would nour untainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and you do to content this substitute, and to save your and make fit for his attempt. If you think well to
the corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, brother?
Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had carry this as you may, the doubleness of the benefit rather my brother die by the law, than my son desends the deceit from reproof. What think you should be unlawfully born. But o, how much is of it? the good duke deceived in Angelo! If ever he re
Isab. The image of it gives me content already; turn, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips and I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous perin vain, or discover his government.
Duke. It lies much in your holding up: haste (1) Wildness. (2) Refusal. (3) An established habit.
(5) Betrothed. (6) Gave her up to her sorrows. Continue in that resolution.
(7) Have recourse to.. (8) Over-reiched.