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Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,

shall well be spared. Prov.

I crave your honors pardon.--
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ?
She's very near her hour.

Dispose of her
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.


Re-enter Servant.

Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemned,
Desires access to you.

Hath he a sister?
Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already
Well, let her be admitted.

[Exit Servant
See you the fornicatress be removed :
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
There shall be order for it.

Enter Lucio and ISABELLA,

You are

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,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must ;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war 'twixt will and will not.

Well; the matter?

Isab. I have a brother is condemned to die :
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother. )

Heaven give thee moving graces !
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemned, ere it be done:
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.

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 :
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
You are too cold; if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say.

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 ?
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no

If so your heart were touched with that remorse
As mine is to him?

He's sentenced ; '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,

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;
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.

Luicio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. [ Aside.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.

Alas! alas!
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took,
Found out the remedy: how would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are? O, think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.

Be you content, fair maid ;
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him ;-he must die to-morrow.

Isab. To-morrow ? O, that's sudden! Spare him,


spare him!

He's not prepared for death! Even for our kitchens
We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve Heaven
With less respect than we do minister
To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink

Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
There's many have committed it.

Ay, well said.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath

slept :
Those many had not dared to do that evil,
If the first man that did the edict infringe,
Had answered for his deed: now, 'tis awake;

1 6 You will then be as tender-hearted and merciful as the first man was in his days of innocence."



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