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but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall better determine.
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade; The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. [Feit. Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; co. e hither, master Constable. How long have you beec in this place of constable?
Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.
Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: You say, seven years together?
Elb. And a half, sir.
Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me.
Just. I humbly thank you.
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; But there's no remedy.
Just. Lord Angelo is severe. Escal. It is but needful: Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: But yet, - Poor Claudio! There's no remedy. Come, sir. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Room in the same. Enter Provost and a Servant.
Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces. Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function, To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. Isab.
I had a brother then.
O just, but severe law! Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring. Lucio. [To ISA B.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, intreat him;
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown ;
Isab. Must he needs die?
Maiden, no remedy.
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have slipt like him; But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Ang. Pray you, begone.
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel? should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.
Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [Aside.
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
Yet show some pity.
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this
And he, that suffers: O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
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'd o' that? more on't.
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Ang. I will bethink me:- Come again to
[Aside to ISABEL,
Am that way going to temptation,
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon.
Isab. Save your honour!
[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost.
That's well said.
That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Isab. Could great men thunder
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but That modesty may more betray our sense
thunder. Merciful heaven!
Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, turn back.
Ang. How! bribe me?
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,
Well come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away.
Amen for I [Aside.
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
What? do I love
That I desire to hear her speak again,
And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
SCENE III. A Room in a Prison. Enter DUKE, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail 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 bless'd 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 crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly.
Prov. I would do more than that if more were needful.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act was mutually committed?
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven;
Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
And take the shame with joy.
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror!
'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House. Enter ANGELO. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words:
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name;
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
live. Isab. Even so?- Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live a while; and it may be, As long as you, or I yet he must die. Isab. Under your sentence? Ang. Yea.
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, That his soul sicken not.
Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image,
Falsely to take away a life true made,
As to put mettle in restrained means,
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.
Ang. Say you so? then I shall poze you quickly.
Ang. I talk not of your soul; Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than accompt.
How say you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this; I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life. Might there not be a charity in sin, To save this brother's life?
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your, answer.
Please you to do't,
Ang. Nay, but hear me : Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could displayed. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-binding law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You must lay down the treasures of your body To this supposed, or else let him suffer; What would you do?
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: That is, Were I under the terms of death, The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, And strip myself to death, as to a bed That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield My body up to shame.
Then must your brother die. Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way: Better it were, a brother died at once, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence That you have slander'd so?
Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon,
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;
Nay, women are frail too. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;
Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
I think it well:
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
Isub. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, That he shall die for it.
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
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 :
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest | Erit
That none but fools would keep a breath thou art,
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth
Duke. Provost, a word with you.
As many as you please.
[Exeunt DUKE and Provost.
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
But in what nature?
Let me know the point.
Why give you me this shame?
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's
Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die:
In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,-
The princely Angelo?
Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good If I would yield him my virginity, company! Thou might'st be freed? Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank offence,
Prov. Who's there? come in the wish deserves
Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.
So to offend him still: This night's the time
Isab. O, were it but my life,
Thou shalt not do't
Thanks, dear Isabel.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow