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SCENE II.- Another Room in the Same.

Lucio. (To IsaB.] Give't not o'er so: to him

again, intreat him; Enter Provost, and a Servant.

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown. Serv. He's hearing of a cause : he will come

You are too cold: if you should need a pin, straight.

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it. I'll tell him of you.

To him, I say. Prov. Pray you, do.- [Erit Servant.]

Isab. Must he needs die ? l'll know


Maiden, no remedy. His pleasure; may be, he will relent. Alas!

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon He hath but as offended in a dream;


And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
All sects, all ages smack of this vice, and he
To die for it! -

Ang. I will not do't.

But can you, if you would ?
Enter AngeLO.

Ang. Look; what I will not, that I cannot do. Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost ?

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no

wrong, Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?

If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not

As mine is to him ? order?


He's sentenc'd: 'tis too late. Why dost thou ask again? Prov. Lest I might be too rash.

Lucio. [To IsaB.] You are too cold.

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak u Under your good correction, I have seen,

word, When, after execution, judgment hath

May call it back again : Well believe this,
Repented o'er his doom.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Go to; let that be mine:

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Do you your office, or give up your place,

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, And you shall well be spar'd.

Become them with one half so good a grace
I crave your honour's pardon.

As mercy does.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ?

If he had been as you, and you as he, She's very near her hour.

You would have slipt like him ; but he, like you, Ang. Dispose of her

Would not have been so stern. To some more fitter place, and that with speed.


Pray you, begone. Re-enter Servant.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,

And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ? Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
Desires access to you.

And what a prisoner.
Hath he a sister ?

Lucio. (Aside.] Ay, touch him; there's the Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid,

vein. And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, If not already.

And you but waste your words. Ang. Well, let her be admitted.


Alas! alas! [Erit Servant.

Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once, See you the fornicatress be remov'd :

And he that might the vantage best have took, Let her have needful, but not lavish, means ; Found out the remedy. How would you be, There shall be order for it.

If he, which is the top of judgment, should

But judge you as you are ?
Enter Lucio, and ISABELLA.

0, think on that,

And mercy then will breathe within your lips. Prov. Save your

honour! [Offering to retire. Like man new made! Ang. Stay a little while.—[ To Isab.)-Y'are Ang.

Be you content, fair maid. welcome: what's your will ?

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, Please but your honour hear me.

It should be thus with him: he must die to-morrow. Ang.

Well; what's your suit ? Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,

him, spare him! And most desire should meet the blow of justice, He's not prepar'd for death. Even for our kitchens For which I would not plead, but that I must; We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven For which I must not plead, but that I am

With less respect than we do minister At war 'twixt will, and will not.

To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink Ang. Well; the matter?

you : Isab. I have a brother is condemp'd to die : Who is it that hath died for this offence? I do beseech you, let it be his fault,

There's many have committed it. And not my brother.


[Aside.] Ay, well said. Prov. (Aside.] Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hatt Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?

slept : Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done. Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Mine were the very cipher of a function,

If the first, that did th' edict infringe, To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake ; And let go by the actor.

Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet, Isab.

O just, but severe law! Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils I had a brother then.—Heaven keep your honour! (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd,

[Retiring. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born)

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Are now to have no successive degrees,

Than the so But where they live to end.

Drest in a li Isab.

Yet show some pity. Most ignora Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; His glassy e For then I pity those I do not know,

Plays such Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall,

As make the And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Would all t Lives not to act another. Be satisfied :

Lucio. [ Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.

He Isab. So you must be the first that gives this He's comin sentence,

Prov. And he that suffers. O! it is excellent

Isab. W To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Great men To use it like a giant.

But in the Lucio.

(Aside.] That's well said. Lucio. [ Isab. Could great men thunder

mor As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Isab. TL For every pelting, petty officer,

Which in Would use his heaven for thunder;

Lucio. 1 Nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven!

Ang. W Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Isab. Be Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,

Hath yet a


with you.

That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom; Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd 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 afflicted 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.

[Aside.) She speaks, and 'tis To them accordingly. Such sense, that my sense hreeds with it.—[To Prov. I would do more than that, if more were her.)-Fare you well.

needful. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

Enter JULIET. Ang. I will bethink me.-Come again to-morrow. 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, sentenc'd—a young man

More fit to do another such offence,
Lucio. (Aside.] 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


As I do think, to-morrow.As fancy values them; but with true prayers, [TO JULIET.] I have provided for you: stay a while, 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 Ang.

Well; come to me to-morrow. conscience,
Lucio. [To Isab.] Go to; 'tis well: away! And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe!

Or hollowly put on.
(Aside.] Amen; Juliet.

I'll gladly learn. For I am that way going to temptation,

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ? Where prayers cross.

Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd Isab. At what hour to-morrow

him. Shall I attend your lordship?

Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful Ang. At any time 'fore noon.

act Isab. Save your honour!

Was mutually committed ? [Ereunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. Juliet.

Mutually. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue ! Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or

his. mine?

Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Duke. "Tis meet so, daughter: but least you do Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I,

repent, That lying by the violet in the sun,

As that the sin hath brought you to this shame; Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,

heaven, That modesty may more betray our sense

Showing, we would not spare heaven, as we love it, Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground | But as we stand in fear. enough,

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,

And take the shame with joy. And pitch our evils there? O, fye, fye, fye!


There rest. What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo ? Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Dost thou desire her foully for those things And I am going with instruction to him. That make her good? O, let her brother live! Grace go with you! Benedicite!

(Erit. Thieves for their robbery have autho

Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her, That respites me a life, whose very comfort That I desire to hear her speak again,

Is still a dying horror! And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? Prov.

'Tis pity of him. [Ereunt.
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO's House.
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on

To sin in loving virtue. Never could the strumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid

pray Subdues me quite.-Ever, till now,

To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words, When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd how. Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,


Anchors on Isabel : heaven in my mouth,

As if I did but only chew his name,
SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison.

And in my heart the strong and swelling evil

Of my conception. The state whereon I studied, Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost.

Is like a good thing, being often read,
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so I think you are. Grown seard and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Prov. I am the provost. What's your will, good wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,

Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume,

Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul,
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood: Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,

If that be sin, I'll make it my morn-prayer 'Tis not the devil's crest.

To have it added to the faults of mine,

And nothing of your answer.
Enter Servant.


Nay, but hear me. How now! who's there?

Your sense pursues not mine: either you are Serv. One Isabel, a sister,

ignorant, Desires access to you.

Or seem so, crafty; and that is not good. Ang. Teach her the way. (Exit Serv. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, O heavens!

But graciously to know I am no better. Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Making both it unable for itself,

When it doth tax itself: as these black masks And dispossessing all my other parts

Proclaim an enshield beauty ten

times louder Of necessary fitness ?

Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me: So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross. Come all to help him, and so stop the air

Your brother is to die. By which he should revive: and even so

Isab. So.
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Isab. True.
Must needs appear offence.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,

(As I subscribe not that, nor any other, Enter ISABELLA.

But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, How now, fair maid ?

Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Isab.

I am come to know your pleasure. Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Ang. That you might know it, would much better Could fetch your brother from the manacles please me,

Of the all-binding law; and that there were Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot No earthly mean to save him, but that either live.

You must lay down the treasures of your body Isab. Even so.—Heaven keep your honour! To this suppos'd, or else to let him suffer,

(Retiring. What would you do? Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself: As long as you, or 1: yet he must die.

That is, were I under the terms of death, Isab. Under your sentence ?

Th’impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Ang. Yea.

And strip myself to death, as to a bed Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted,

My body up to shame. That his soul sicken not.


Then must Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as Your brother die. good

Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way.
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen Better it were, a brother died at once,
A man already made, as to remit

Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image Should die for ever.
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy

Ang. Were not you, then, as cruel, as the Falsely to take away a life true made,

sentence As to put metal in restrained means,

That you have slander'd so ? To make a false one.

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in Are of two houses : lawful mercy is earth.

Nothing akin to foul redemption. Ang. Say you so? then, I shall poze you quickly. Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a Which had you rather, that the most just law

tyrant ; Now took your brother's life, or to redeem him And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness A merriment, than a vice. As she that he hath stain'd ?

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out, Isab. Sir, believe this,

To have what we would have, we speak not what I had rather give my body than my soul.

Ang. I talk not of your soul. Our compellid sins I something do excuse the thing I hate, Stand more for number than for accompt.

For his advantage that I dearly love. Isab.

How say you ? Ang. We are all frail. Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Isab.

Else let my brother die, Against the thing I say. Answer to this :

If not a feodary, but only he, I, now the voice of the recorded law,

Owe, and succeed this weakness. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:


Nay, women are frail too. Might there not be a charity in sin,

Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themTo save this brother's life?

selves, Isab.

Please you to do't, Which are as easy broke as they make forms. I'll take it as a peril to my soul :

Women !-Help heaven! men their creation mar It is no sin at all, but charity.

In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frai).

we mean.

For we are soft as our complexions are,

Sign me a present pardon for my brother, And credulous to false prints.

Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world Ang. I think it well;

Aloud what man thou art. And from this testimony of your own sex,


Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger, My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold: My vouch against you, and my place i'the state,
I do arrest your words. Be that you are,

Will so your accusation overweigh,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; That you shall stifle in your own report,
If you be one, (as you are well express'd

And smell of calumny. I have begun,
By all external warrants,) show it now,

And now I give my sensual race the rein : By putting on the destin'd livery.

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes, Let me intreat you speak the former language. That banish what they sue for ; redeem thy Ang. Plainly, conceive I love you.

brother Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell By yielding up thy body to my will, me,

Or else he must not only die the death, That he shall die for't.

But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,

Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Which seems a little fouler than it is,

I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you, To pluck on others.

Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,

(Exit. My words express my purpose.

Isab. To whom should I complain? Did I tell Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,

this, And most pernicious purpose !—Seeming, seem Who would believe me? O perilous mouths! ing !

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:

Either of condemnation or approof,

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