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My vouche against you, and my place i' the state,
SCENE I. A Room in the prison.
Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.
Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord
Angelo ? Claud. The miserable have no other medicine But only hope: I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Duke. Be absolute* for death; either death, or
life, Shall thereby be the sweetes. Reason thus with
life, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool; For bim thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are purs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means va
liant: For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy.
self; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; And what thou hast, forget'st; Thou art not cer
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects*,
I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die; Aud, seeking death, find life : Let it come op.
Isab, What, họ! Peace here; grace and good
company! Prou. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves
a welcome. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's
your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Prov.
As many as you please,
• Affects, affections.
+ Leprous eruptions.
Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be con.
ceal'd, Yet hear them. (Exeunt Duke and Provost.
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort?
shall be an everlasting leiger* : Therefore your best appointmenit make with speed; To-morrow you set on. Claud.
Is there no remedy?
But is there any?
Perpetual durance ?
But in what nature? Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. Claud.
Let me know the point. Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies, Claud.
Why give you me this shame?
+ Preparation. Vastuess of extent.
Think you I can a resolution fetch
The princely Angelo?
O, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rauk
Thou shalt not do't.
Thanks, dear Isabel. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.
Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him,
Isab. Which is the least?
* Shut up.
+ Laced robes.