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That my sense breeds with it. (5) [70 Ifab.] Fare you

well. fab. Gentle, my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me. Come again to-morrow. ifab. Hark, how I'll bribe you : good my lord, turn

back. Ang. How? bribe me? 1fab. Ay, with such gifts, that heav'n fhall share with

you. Lucio. You bad marr'd all else.

Isab. Not with fond thekels of the tested gold, (6)
Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor,
As fancy values them; but with true prayers,
That shall be up at heav'n and enter there,
Ere sun-rise ; prayers from preserved fouls, (7)
From fafting maids, whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

Ang. Well ; come ro-morrow.
Lucio. Go to ; 'tis well; (Afide to Isabel.] away.
Isab. Heav'n keep your Honour safe!

Ang. Amen:
For I am that way going to temptation, [Afida.
Where prayers crofs. (8).


(5) That my sense breeds with it:). Thus all the folios. Some later Editor has changed breeds to bleeds, and Dr. Warburlon blames poor Mr. Theobald for recalling the old word, which yer is certainly right. My sense breeds with her fense, that is, dew thoughts are ftirring in my mind, new conceptions are batched in my imagination. So we say to brasd over thought.

(6) tefted gold,] i.e. attefted, or marked with the ftandard Hamp.

WARBURTON. Rather copelled, brought to the reft, refined. (7).

preserved foul:,] 1. e. preserved from the corruption of ihe world. The metaphor is taken from fruits preserved in sugar.

WARBURTON. (8) I am that way going to temptation,

Where prayers crofs.] Which way Angelo is going io temptation, we begin to perceive, but how prayers cross that. way, or cross each other, at that way, more than any other, I do not underitaod.

Isabella prays that his honour may be safe, meaning only to give bim his title: bis imagination is eaught by the word boroxr : he feels that his honour is in danger, and therefore, I believe, answers

Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your lordthip?

Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
1fab. Save your Honour ! (Exe. Lucio and Label.


Ang. From thee ; even from thy virtue. What's this? what's this ? is this her fault, or mine ?The tempter, or the tempted, who fins moft ? Not the. --Nor doth the tempt.-But it is. I, (9) That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous feason. Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense, Than woman's lightress ? having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? oh, fie, fie; fie! What doft thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou defire her foully, for those things That make her good ? Oh, let her brother live ::.. Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on? Qh, cunning enemy, that, to catch a Saint, With Saints doft bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad uş en

I am ibat way going no remplation,

Which your prayers cross. That is, I am tempted to lose that hooour of which thou implorest the preservation. The temptation under which I.labour is that which thou haft unknowingly thwarted with thy prayer. He uses the same mode of language a few liacs lower. Ifabella, partioge says,

Save your honour.
Angelo catches the word- -Save it! From what?

From thee, even from thy virtue.

it is 1, Ibal lying by the violet in the sun, &c.] I am not corropted by her, but by my own heart, which excites foul defires uoder the same beniga influences that exalt her purity; as the carrion grows putrid by those beams which encrease the fragrance of the violet.


To fin in loving virtue. Ne’er could the strumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once ftir my temper ; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite.

Ever 'till this very Now,
When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd how. (1)

[Exit. SCENE IX.


Changes to a Prison. Enter Duke habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. AIL to you, Provost! so, I think, you are.

Prov. I am the Provost; what's your will,

good Friar?
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bleft Order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prifon ; do me the common right
To let ine fee them, and to make me know
The nature of their crimes ; that I


minifter To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.

Enter Juliet.
Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine
Who falling in the flaws. of her own youth, (2)
Hath blister'd her report : She is with child ;
And he, that got it, sentenc'd ; a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this.

Drike. When muft he die ?

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. I have provided for you ; stay a while, [To Juliet.

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(1) I smil'd and wonder'd bow] As a day, must now intervene between this conference of Isabella with Angela, and the pext, the act might more properly end here, and here, in my opinion, it was 4 ended by the poet.

(2) Who falling in the flaws of ber own youth:

Hath blister'd ber report :] Who doth pot see that the integrity of the metaphor requires we should read P.LAMES of her own youth?

WARBURTON. Who does not see that upoo such principles there is no end of correction


And you

Thall be conducted. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry ? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame moft patiently. Duke. I'll teach you, how you shall arraign your

conscience, And try your penitence, if it be found, Or hollowly put on.

Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Duke. Love you the man that wrongd you ?.
Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrongd him.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act:
Was mutually committed.

Juliet. Mutually.
Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his.
Juliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father.

Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter ; but repent you not;
As that the fin hath brought you to this shame,
Which forrow's always tow'rds ourselves, not heav'n ;
Shewing, we'd not feek heaven; as: we love it,
But as we stand in fear.

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ;
And take the shame with joy.

Duke. There rest..(3)
Your partner, as I hear, muft die to morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
So, grace go with you! benedicite.

Juliet. Muft die to morrow! oh, injurious love, (4)
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov. "Tis

pity of him.

Changes to the Palace.
Enter Angelo

(3) There refl.) Keep yourself in this temper.

ob, injurious love,) Her execution was respited on account of her pregnancy, the effects of her love: (berri fore she calls it injurious; not that it brought her to shame, but that it hindered her freeing herself from it. Is not this all very natural? yes the Oxford Editor changes it to injurious law.


To sev'ral subjects: heav'n hath my empty words,
Whilft my intention, (s) hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel. Heav'n's in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew its name ;
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
of my conception. The ftate, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; (6) yea, my gravity,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could I with boot change for an idle plume
Which the air beats for vain. Oh place! ob form!
How often dost thou with thy * case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer Touls (7)
To thy false seening Blood, thou art but blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn; (8)



(5) Wbilf my intention,] Nothing can be e her plainer or ezacter than this expression. But the old blundering, Folio haviog it, invention, this was enough for Mr. Theobald to prefer auiburity to fanse.

WARBURTON. (6) Grown TraR'D and redicus ;] We should read sear’d: 1. c. old. So Shakespear uses, in the fear, lo signify old age.

I think fear'd may fand, what we go to with reluctance may be faid to be fear'd.

Cafe,] For ou Gde ; garb; external New. (7) Wrench owe from fists, and tie ihe wiforfouls

To thy falje seeming » Here Shakespear judicioefly dillinguisties the different operations of high place upon different minds. Fools are frighted, and wise men are assured.' Those who canoet jodge but by the eye, are easily awed by splendour, those who consider men as well as conditions are easily persuaded to love the appearance of virtue dignified with power.

(8) Let's write good angel on the devil's horn;

'Tis not the devil's cref.] 1. e. Let the most wicked thing have bot a virtuous pretence, and it shall pass for innocent. This was his cooclufion from his preceding words,

oh form!
How often doft theu with thy cafe, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fols, and iie i be wijer fouls

To thy falje seeming? But the Oxford Editor makes him conclude just counter to his own premiles; by aliering it to.

l't not ibe cevil's crift? So that, according to this alteration, the reasoning farids thus.False seeming wierches awe from fools, and deceives the wise.


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