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My vouche against you, and my place i' the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,
That you shall stifle in your own report,
And smell of calumuy. I have begun;
And now I give my sensual race the rein :
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety, and prolixioust blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeeni thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will;
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.

(Exit.
Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof!
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother :
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
That had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd pollution.
Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.

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ACT III.

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

tain ;

• Determined.

For thy complexion shifts to strange effects*,
After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigot, and the rheum,
For ending thee no sonner; Thou hast nor youth,

nor age;
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged and doth beg thee alms
Of palsied eldf; and when thou art old, and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make thy riches pleasant, What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.
Claud.

I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die; Aud, seeking death, find life : Let it come op.

Enter Isabella.

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.

Old age.

+ Leprous eruptions.

R2

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?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in

deed;
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Intends you for his swift embassador,
Where

you

shall be an everlasting leiger* : Therefore your best appointmenit make with speed; To-morrow you set on. Claud.

Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head,
To cleave a heart in twain.
Claud.

But is there any?
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
But fetter you till death.
Claud.

Perpetual durance ?
Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance ; a restraint,
Though all the world's vastidityf you had,
To a determin'd scope.
Claud.

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?

. Resident.

+ Preparation. Vastuess of extent.

Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness ? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms..
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's

grave
Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die:
Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base appliances. This ontward-sainted deputy,
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i'th head, and follies doth enmew",
As falcon doth the fowl,- is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.
Claud.

The princely Angelo?
Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In princely guardst! Dost thou think, Claudio,
If I would yield himn my virginity,
Thou might'st be freed?
Claud.

O, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rauk

offence,
So to offend him still: This night's the time
That I should do what I abhor to name,
Or else thou diest to-morrow.
Claud.

Thou shalt not do't.
Isab. O, were it but my life,
I'd throw it down for your deliverance
As franklyf as a pin.
Claud.

Thanks, dear Isabel. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.

Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it? Sure it is no sin;
Or of the deadly seven it is the least.

Isab. Which is the least?
Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise,

* Shut up.

+ Laced robes.

# Freely.

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