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Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
[Exil. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov.
'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt.
A Room in Angelo's House.
Enter ANGELO. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
pray 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 Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place ! O form!
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
How now, who's there?
One Isabel, a sister,
Teach her the way. [Exit Sero.
blood thus muster to my heart;
How now, fair maid ?
I am come to know your pleasure.
please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot 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 ?
Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve,
Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices ! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, As to put mettle in restrained means, To make a false one. Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in
earth. Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, That the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, As she that he hath stain'd? Isab.
Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my soul.
Ang. I talk not of your soul; Our compellid sins Stand more for number than accompt. Isab.
How say you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Against the thing I say. Answer to this;-
Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul,
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
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,
brother from the manacles
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
Then must your brother die.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence That you
have slander'd so?
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;