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Under your good correction, I have seen,
Go to; let that be mine:
shall well be spared. Prov.
I crave your honors pardon.--
Dispose of her
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemned,
Hath he a sister?
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA,
Prov. Save your honor.
[Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.-[To Isab.]
welcome: What's your will ? Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honor ; Please but your honor hear me.
Ang. Well; what's your suit ?
Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemned to die :
Heaven give thee moving graces !
O just, but severe law! I had a brother then.--Heaven keep your honor !
[Retiring. Lucio. [To ISAB.] Give't not o’er so: to him again,
entreat him :
Isab. Must he needs die ?
Maiden, no remedy. Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither Heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do’t.
But can you, if you would ?
He's sentenced ; 'tis too late.
[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,
1 i. e. let my brother's fault die or be extirpated, but let not him suffer.
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And you as he, you would have slippped like him;
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.
Luicio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. [ Aside.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Be you content, fair maid ;
Isab. To-morrow ? O, that's sudden! Spare him,
He's not prepared for death! Even for our kitchens
Ay, well said.
1 6 You will then be as tender-hearted and merciful as the first man was in his days of innocence."