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You may not so extenuate his offence,

Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the parFor I have had such taults; but rather tell me, pose.---What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath When I, that censure him, do so offend,

cause to complain of! Come me to what was done Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,

to her. And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. Clo. Sir your honour cannot come to that yet. Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.

Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not. Ang.

Where is the provost ? Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's Pro. Here, if it like your honour.

leave : and I beseech you, look into master Froth Ang.

See that Claudio here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose Be executed by nine to-morrow morning :

father died at Hallow mas :- Was't not at HallowBring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd; mas, master Froth? For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.[Exit Provost.

Froth. All-hollond eve. Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us Clo. Why, very well, I hope here be traths : he, Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : [all! sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir :--'twas in Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none; the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a deAnd some condemned for a fault alone.

light to sit : bave you not!

Froth. I have so ; because it is an open room, and Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, &c. good for winter. Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good Clo, Why, very well then ;---I hope here be truths. people in a commonweal, that do nothing but use Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, their abuses in common houses, I know no law : bring When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, them away.

And leave you to the hearing of the cause ; Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. what's the matter?

Escal. I think no less : good-morrow to your lordEld. If it please your honour, I am the poor duke's

ship.

[Exit Angelo. constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon Now, sir, come on : what was done to Elbow's wife, justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good once more ? honour two notorious benefactors

Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once. Ang. Benefactors? Well, what benefactors are Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did they are they not malefactors ?

to my wife. Élb. If it please your honour, I know not well Clo. I beseech your honour, ask mne. what they are : bat precise villains they are, that I Escal, Well, sir : what did this gentleman to her! am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world, Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's that good Christians ought to have.

face : Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis Escal. This comes off' well ; here's a wise officer. for

a good purpose: doth your honour mark his face? Ang. Go to: what quality are they of! E bow is Escal. Ay, sir, very well. your name? Why dost thon not speak, Elbow ! Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. Clo. He cannot, sir ; be's out at elbow.

Escal. Well, I do so. Ang. What are you, sir !

Clo. Poth your honour see any harm in his face? Eib. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one

Escal. Why, no. that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as Clo. I'll be suppos'd upon a book, his face is the they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she worst thing about him : good then; if his face be the professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill worst thing about him, how could

master Froth do house too.

the constable's wife any harm ? I would know that Escal. How know you that?

of your honour. Eib. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say you your honour,-

to it! Escal. How ! thy wife?

Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest house ; next, this is a respected fellow; and his miswoman,

tress is a respected woman Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore !

Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as person than any of us all. she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked varlet : pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.

the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? with man, woman, or child.

Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife ; who, if she had been Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he a woman cardinally given, might have been accused married with her. in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there. Escal. Which is the wiser here ! justice, or iniEscal. By the woman's means !

quity? Is this true! Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means : but Elb. O thou caitiff ! O thou varlet! 0 thou wicked as she spit in his face, so she defied him.

Hanniba!! I respected with her, before I was married Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. to her! If ever I was respected with her, or she with

Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou ho- me, let not your worship think we the poor duke's nourable man, prove it.

officer :--Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? [ To Angelo, have mine action of battery on thee.

Clo. Sir, she came in great with child ; and longing Escal. If he took you a box o'the ear, you might (saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd prunes have your action of slander too. sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very EU. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of what is't your worship's pleasure I should do with some three-pence: your honours have seen such dishes: this wicked caitiff! they are not China dishes, but very good dishes. Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some offences

Escal. Go to, go to : no matter for the dish, sir. in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst,

Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin ; you are therein let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st in the right: but, to the point: as I say, this mistress what they are. Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it :--thou belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come apou but two in the dish, as I said, master Froth here, this thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I art to continue. say, paying for them very honestly ;--for, as you Escal. Where were you born, friend ! (To Froth. know, master Proth, I could not give you three-pence Froth. Here in Vienna, sir,

Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Froth. No, indeed.

Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir. Clo. Very well : you being then, if you be remem Escal. So.- What trade are you of, sir? ber'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes.

[To the Clown. Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's tapster. Clo. Why, very well : I telling you, then, if you Escal. Your mistress's name? be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, were Clo. Mistress Over-done. past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband ? very good diet, as I told you.

Clo. Nine, sir ; Over-done by the last. Broth. All this is true.

Escal. Nine!-- Come hither to me, master Froth Clo. Why, very well then.

Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with

again?

tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you He hath but as offended in a dream!
will hang them: get yon gone, and let me hear no All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he
more of you.

To die for it!
Proth. I thank your worship: for mine own part,

Enter Angelo
I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am Ang Now, what's the matter, provost I
drawn in.

Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow! Escal. Well, no more of it, master Proth: fare Ang. Did I not tell thee, year hadst thou not order? well. r Exit Froth}--Come you hither to me, master Why dost thou ask again! tapster; what's your name, master tapster!

Prov.

Lest I might be too rash : "Clo. Pompey:

Under your good correction, I have seen,
Escal. What else!

When, after execution, judgment liath
Clo. Bum, sir.

Repented o'er his doom.
Escal. "Troth, and your ban is the greatest thing Ang.

Go to ; let that be mine;
about you ; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Do you your office, or give up your place,
Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, And you shall well be spar'd.'
Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster Prov.

I crave your honour's pardon.Are you not! come, tell me true ; it shall be the bet- What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ! ter for you.

She's very near her hour.
Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live. Ang.

Dispose of her
Escal. How would you live, Pompey ? by being a to some more titter place ; and that with speed.
bawd! What do you think of the trade, Pompey?

Re-enter Servant.
is it a lawful trade!
Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor

Desires access to you.

Ang. it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Hath he a sister!

Prov. Ay, my good lord: a very virtuous maid,
Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all
the youth in the city!

And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
Escal. No, Pompey.

If not already.
Clo. Traly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't

Ang.

Well, let her be admitted. then : if your worship will take order for the drabs See you, the fornicatress be remova;

(Exit Servant. and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can

There shall be order for it.
tell you: it is but heading and hanging
Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way

Enter Lucio and Isabella.
but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a Prov. Save your honour ! [Offering to retire.
commission for more heads. If this law hold in Ang. Stay a little while.--[To Isab. ) You are wel-
Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, ter

come: What's your will!
three-pence a bay: If you live to see this come to Isab. I am a wotul suitor to your honour,
pass, say Pompey told you so.

Please but your honour hear me.
Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital Ang.

Well; what's your suit!
of your prophecy, hark you,-i advise you, let me Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
not find you before me again upon any complaint And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you do: if 1 For which I would not plead, but that I must;
do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove For which I must not plead, but that I am
4 shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing, Pompey, 1 At war, 'twixt will, and will not.
shall have you whipt: so for this time, Pompey, Ang.

Well; the matter! fare you well.

Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall And not my brother. better determine.

Prov.

Heaven give thee moving graces ! Whip me! No, no ; let carman whip his jade; Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. Brit. Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done :

Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come Mine were the very cipher of a function, bither, master constable. How long have you been to find the faults, whose tine stands in record, in this place of constable ?

And let go by the actor,
Elb. Seven years and a half, sir.

Isab.

just, but severe law ! Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, I had a brother then.--Heaven keep your honour ! you had continued in it some time: You say, seven

(Retiring. years together!

Lucio. [To Isab.) Give't not o'er so : to him again, Elb. And a half, sir.

entreat him ; Escal. Alas; it been great pains you! They Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; do you wrong to put you so oft upon't : Are there You are too cold: if you should need a pin, not men in your ward sufficient to serve it!

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: Elb. l'aith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: To him, I say, as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for Isab. Must he needs die ? them; I do it for some piece of money, and go

Ang.

Maiden, no remedy. through with all.

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Ang. I will not do't.
Elb. To your worship's house, sir?

Isab.

But can you, if you would ? Escal. To my house : Fare you well. [Exit Elbow. Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. What's o'clock, think you!

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Just. Eleven, sir.

wrong,
Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
Just, I humbly thank you.

As mine is to him!
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ;

He's sentene'd ; 'tis too late,
But there's no remedy.

Lucio. You are too cold.

[ To Isabella Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Isab. Too late! why, no; I, that do speak a word,
Escal.

It is but needful: May call it back again : Well, believe this,
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so:

No ceremony that to great opes 'longs,
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe :

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
But yet,-Poor Claudio !-There's no remedy. The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Come, sir

(Exeunt. Become them with one half so good a grace,

As mercy dues. If he had been as you,
SCENE II. Another in the same.

And you as he, you would have slipt like him;

But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Enter Provost and a Servant.

Ang. Pray you, be gone.
Serv. He's hearing of a cause, he will come straight. Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
I'll tell him of you.

And you were Isabel ! should it then be thas?
Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servont] I'll know No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas, And wbat i prisoner.

Ang.

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Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. [ Aside. Ere san-rise ; prayers from preserved souls,

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate And you but waste your words.

To nothing temporal. Isab.

Alas! alas!

Ang

Well; come to me Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ;

To-morrow. And He that inight the 'vantage best bave took, Lucio. Go to ; it is well; away. [ Aside to Isabella. Found out the remedy: How would you be,

Isab. Heaven keep your honour sate ! If He, which is the top of judgment, should

Amen : for But judge you as you are! O think on that; Am that way going to temptation,

(Aside. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Where prayers cross. Like man new made.

Isab.

At what hour to-morrow Ang Be you content, fair maid :

Shall I attend your lordship! It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :

Ang

At any time 'fore noon. Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

Isab. Save your honour! It should be thus with him ;-he must die to-morrow.

(Eseunt Lucio, Isabella, and Prorost. Isab. To-morrow ! O, that's sudden! Spare him, what's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?

From thee; even from thy virtue !-
spare him :
He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha!
We kill the fowl of season ; shall we serve heaven Not she; nor doth she tempt : but it is I,
With less respect than we do minister

That lying by the violet, in the son,
To our gross selves! Good, good my lord, bethiok Do, as the carrion does, not the flower,
Who is it that bath died for this offence! Cyou : Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
There's many have committed it.

That modesty may more betray our sense
Lucio.

Ay, well said. Than woman's lightness ! Having waste ground Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Cenough, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, (slept : And pitch our evils there! 0, fie, fie, fie, If the first inau that did the edict infringe,

What dost thon? or what art thou, Angelo? Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake; Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, That make her goud ! o, let her brother live : Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Thieves for their robbery have authority, (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, When judges steal themselves. What I do I love her, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born),

That I desire to hear her speak again, Are now to have no successive degrees,

And feast apon her eyes? What is't I dream on? But, wbere they live, to end.

O cumuing enemy, that, to catch a saint, Isab.

Yet show some pity. With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice ; Is that temptation, that doth goad us on For then I pity those I do not know,

To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;

With all her double vigour, art, and nature, And do him right, that, answeriug one foul wrong, Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid Lives not to act another. Be satisfied,

Sabdues me quite ;--Ever, till now, Your brother dies to-morrow : be content.

When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sen

(Erit. And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent [tence :

SCENE III. A Room in a Prison.
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost.
Lucio.
That's well said.

Duke. Hail, to you, provost; so, I think you are. Isab. Could greal men thunder

Prov. I am the provost: What's your will,good friar ! As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, For every pelling, petty officer,

I come to visit the aflicted spirits
Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thun. Here in the prison : do me the common right
Mercifal heaven!

(der. To let me see them; and to make me know Thou ruther, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,

To them accordingly.

[needfat. Than the soft myrtle :--0, but man, proud man! Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Drest in a lit!le brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assur',

Enter Juliet. His glassy essence,-- like an angry ape,

Look, here comes one ; a gentle roman of mine,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Who falling in the flames of her own youth,
As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, Hath blister'd her report: She is with child;
Would all theinselves laugh murtal.

And he that got it, sentene'd: a young man
Lucio, 0, to hin, to him, wench: he will relent; More fit to do another such offence,
He's coming, I perceive't.

Than die for this.
Prov.
Pray heaven, she win him!

Duke.

When must be die? Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; I have provided for you ; stay a while, (To Juliet. But, in the less, foul profanation.

And you shall be conducted. Lucio. Thou'rt in ihe right, girl ; more o'tbat. Dude. Repent you, fair one, of the sin yon carry ? Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Juliet. I do ; and bear the shame most patiently. Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Duke, I'll teach you how you shall arraign your Lucio. Art advis'd o'that! more on't.

And try your penitence, if it be sound, [conscience, Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me!

Or hollowly put on. Isab. Becanse authority, though it err like others, Juliet.

I'll gladly learn. Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ! That skins the vice o'the top. Go to your bosom; Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him, Knock there ; and ask your heart, what it doth know Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act That's like my brother's fauit, if it coufess

Was mutually committed 1 A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

Juliet.

Mutually. Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue

Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Agaiust my brother's life.

Juliet. I do contess it, and repent it, father. (pent, Ang. She speaks, and 'ris

Duke. 'Tis ineel so, daughter: But lest you do reSuch sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare you As that the sin bath brought you to this shame,Isab. Gentle iny lord, turn back.

[well. Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven; Ang. I will bethink me:--Come again to-morrow. Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, Isab. Hark how I'll bribe you : Good my lord, turn But as we stand in fear,-Ang. How ! bribe me!

(back. Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share And take the shame with joy. Lucio. You had marr'd all else. (with you. Duke.

There rest. Isab. Not with food shekels of the tested gold, Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, And I am going with instruction to him.As fancy values them : but with true prayers, Grace go with you! Benedicite!

[Exit. That shall be up in heaven, and enter there,

Juliet, Must die to-morrow ! 0, injurious love,

Serv.

Ang:

That respites me a life, whose very comfort

To have it added to the faults of mine, Is still a dying horror!

And nothing of your, answer. Prov. "Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. Ang.

Nay, but hear me :

Your sense pursues not mine : either you are iguorant,
SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House. Or seem so, oraftily; and that's not good..
Enter Angelo.

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,

But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; When it doth tax itself as these black masks Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Proclaim an easbield beauty ten times louder Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,

Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; As if I did but only chew his naine ;

To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Your brother is to die. of my conception : The state, whereon I studied, Isab. So. Is like good thing, being often read,

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

Accountant to the law upon that pain. Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,

Iscub. True. Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Ang. Aduit no other way to save bis life Which the air beats for vain. O place; O form! (As l subscribe not that, nor any other, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, But in the loss of question), that you, his sister, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser son's Finding yourself desired of snch a person, To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn

Could fetch your brother from the manacles "Tis not the devil's crest.

Of the all-binding law; and that there were
Enter Servant.

No earthly mean to save him, but that either

You must lay down the treasures of your body
How now, who's there?
One Isabel, a sister,

To this supposed, or else let him suffer ;
Desires access to yon.

What would you do?
Ang
Teach her the way.

Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself :

That is, Were I under the terms of death,

[Exit Servant O heavens!

The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;

And strip myself to death, as to a bed

That longing I have been siek for, ere I'd yield Making both it unable for itself,

My body up to shame.
And dispossessing all the other parts
Of necessary fitness ?

Then must your brother die.

Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way :
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; Better it were, a brother died at once,
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so

Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

Should die for ever. The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness

That you have slander'd so? Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,
Must needs appear oflence.

Are of two houses : lawful mercy is
Enter Isabella.

Nothing akin to foul redemption.
How now, fair maid ?

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant, Isab.

I am come to know your pleasure. And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Ang. That you might know it, would much better A merriment than a vice. please me,

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean : Isab. Even so !-Heaven keep your honour ! I something do excuse the thing I hate,

[Retiring. For his advantage that I dearly love. Ang. Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be, Ang. We are all frail. As long as you, or I : yet he must die.

Isab.

Else let my brother die, Isab. Under your sentence?

If not a feodary, but only be, Ang. Yea.

Owe, and succeed by weakness. Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve,

Ang

Nay, women are frail too. Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,

Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; That his soul sicken not.

Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices ! It were as good Women !--Help heaven ! men their creation mar
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ;
A man already made, as to remit

For we are soft as our complexions are,
Their sauey sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, And credulous to false prints.
In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy

I think it well :
Falsely take away a life true made,

And from this testimony of your own sex As to put mettle in restrained means,

(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger To make a false one.

Than faults may shake our frames), let me be bold; Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. I do arrest your words ; Be that you are, Ang. Say you so ! then I shall pose you quickly. That is, a woman ; if

you be more, you're none; Which had you rather, That the most just law If you be ove (as you are well express'd Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, By all external warrants), show it now, Give up your body to such sweet uneleanness, By putting on the destin'd livery. As she that he hath stain's ?

Isab. I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord, Isab.

Sir, believe this, Let me entreat you speak the former language. I had rather give my body than my soul.

Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Ang. I talk not of your soul : Our compellid sins Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, Stand more for number than accompt.

That he sball die for it. Isab.

How say you ? Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that ; for I can speak Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;

Which seems a little fouler than it is, 1, now the voice of the recorded law,

To pluck on others. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's lise :

Believe me, on mine honour, Might there not be a charity in sin,

My words express my purpose. To save this brother's life?

Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, Isab.

Please you to do't, And most pernicious purpose ! -Seeming, seemiog!-I'll take it as a peril to my soul,

I will proclaim thee, Angelo ; look fort : It is no sin at all, but charity.

Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Were equal poize of sin and charity.

Aloud, what man thou art. Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,

Ang.

Who will believe thee, Isabel ? Heaven, let ine bear it! yon granting of my suit, My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer

My vouch against you, and my place i'the state,

Ang:

Ang

Did utter forth Pobimy brother; there my father's

Will so your accusation overweigh,

Prov. As many as you please.

[oeal’d, That you shall stifle in your own report,

Duke. Bring thein to speak, where I may be conAnd sinell of calumny. I have begun;

Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. And now I give my sensual race the rein:

Claud.

Now sister, what's the comfort ? Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;

Isab. Why, as all comforts are ; most good in deed : Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,

Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, That banish what they sue for ; redeem thy brother Intends you for his swift embassador, By yielding up thy body to my will ;

Where you shall be an everlasting leiger : Or else he must not only die the death,

Therefore your best appointment make with speed; But thy unkindness shall his death draw ont To-morrow you set on. To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Claud.

Is there no remedy? Or, by the affection that now guides me most,

Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,

To cleave a heart in twain.
Say what you can, my false o'erweighis your true. Eri, Claud.

But is there any?
Isab. To whom shall I complaini Did I tell this, Isab. Yes, brother, you may live ;
Who would believe me? O perilous months, There is a devilish merey in the judge,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, If you'il implore it, that will free your life,
Either of condemnation or approof!

But fetier you till death.
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;

Claud.

Perpetual durance ? Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, To follow as it draws : l'ul to my brother:

Though all the world's vastidity you had, Though he hath fallen by promptare of the blood,

To a determin'd scope. Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,

Claud.

But in what nature? That had he twenty heads to tender down

Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't), On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, Before his sister should her body stoop

And leave you naked. To stich abhorr'd pollution.

Claud.

Let me know the point. Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :

Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio ; and quake More than our brother is our chastity.

Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,

And six or seven winters more respect
And tit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Exit. Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ?

The sense of death is most in apprehension;

And the poor beetle, that we tread upou,
ACT III.

In corporal suflerance finds a pang as great
SCENE I. A Room in the Prison. As when a giant dies.

Claud.
Enter Duke, Claudio, and Prorost.

Why give you me this shame! Duke. So, then you hope of pargon from lord From lowery tenderness? If I must die,

Think you I can a resolution fetch
Angelo ?
Claud. The miserable have no other medicine

I will encounter darkness as a bride,

And hug it in mine arms. But only hope :

spake I bave hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Duke. Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Thou art too noble to conserve a life

Yes, thou must die : Sball thereby he the sweeter. Reason thus with life,- in base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing

Whose settled visage and deliberate word That none but fools would keep : a breath thoa art

Nips youth i'the hvad, and follies doth enmew, (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,

As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil;

His filth within being cast, he would appear
Hourly aflict : merely, thon art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,

A pond as deep as hell.
Claud.

The princely Angelo ?
And yet ron'st toward hinn stíll: Thou art not noble;
For all the accomodations that thou bear'st,

Isab. 0, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,

The damned'st body to invest and cover
Are nurs'd by baseness : Thou art by no means valiant; In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio,
For thou dost fear the soft aud tender fork

Ir i would yield him my virginity,
Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,

Thou mighi'st be freed? And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st

Claud.

0, heavens! it cannot be. Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself ;

Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains

offence, That issue oat of dust : Happy thou art not;

So to offend him still: This night's the time
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; That I should do what I abhor to name,
And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain ;

Or else thou diest to-morrow.
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

Claud.

Thou shalt not do't. After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor; Isab. O, were it but my life, Por, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,

I'd throw it down for your deliverance
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none;

As frankly as a pin.
Claud.

Thanks, dear Isabel.
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,

Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow. The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

Claud. Yes.- Has he affections in bim, Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,

That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, For ending thee no sooner : Thou hast nor youth, nor

When he would force it ! Sure it is no sin ;
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Cage ; Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth

Isab. Which is the least !
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Oi palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich,

Claul. If it were dampable, he, being so wise,

Why, would he for the momentary trick Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, por beanty,

Be perdurably find 1-0, Isabel! To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,

Isab. What says my brother? That bears the name of life? Yet in this life

Claud.

Death is a fearful thing. Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, Isab. And shamed life a hateful. That makes these odds all even.

I humbly thank you. To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;

Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;

This sensible warm motion to become
And, seeking death, find life : Let it come on.

A kneaded clod, and the delighted spirit
Enter Isabella.

To bathe in tiery floods, or to reside
Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good com In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

(welcome. To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
Prov. Who's there I come in : the wish deserves a And blown with restless violence round about
Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst
Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you.

Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Imagine howiing !-'tis too horrible !
Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's The weariest and most loatbed worldly life,
Duke. Provost, a word with you. [your sister. That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment

Claud.

pany!

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