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Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath
Yet show some pity.
Lucio. . That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting* petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but
thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarledt oak, Than the soft myrtle:-0, but man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape, Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal. .
Lucio, 0, to him, to him, wench: be will relent: He's coming, I perceive't. Prod.
Pray heaven, she win bim! Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them: But, in less, foul profanation.
Lucio, Thou'rt in the right, girl ; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Lucio. Art advis'do that? more on't.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare
you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to.morrow, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you : Good niy lord,
turn back. Ang. How! bribe me? Isa. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share
with you. Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there,
• Attested, stamped.
Ere sun-rise; prayers from preservedt souls,
Well; come to me
(Aside to Isabel. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Ang.
Amen : for I Am that way going to temptation,
[Aside. Where prayers cross. Isab.
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour!
[Ereunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. 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 sins most? Ha! Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, That lying by the violet, in the sun, Do, as the carrion does not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground
enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there*? 0, fy, fy, fy, What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good ? o, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority, Wben 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? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Is that temptation, that, doth goad us on
• See 2 Kings, X. 27.
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
A room in a prison.
Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost.
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are.
order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison : do me the common right To let me see them; and to make me know The nature of their crinies, that I may minister To them accordingly. - Proo. I would do more than that, if more were
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Whep must he die?
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Mutually. . Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. ; Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter': But lest you do
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
[Erit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prou.
'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt.
* Spare to offend heaven.