ACT III. SCENE I.-A Room in the Prison. Enter DUKE, as a Friar, CLAUDIO, and Provost. Duke. So then, you hope of pardon from lord Angelo ? Claud. The miserable have No other medicine, but only hope. I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Duke. Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life :If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep a breath thou art, That do this habitation, where thou keep'st, And yet run'st toward him still thou art not noble; Are nurs'd by baseness: thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm: thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st, yet grossly fear'st Do curse the gout, serpigo1, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner: thou hast nor youth, nor age, Dreaming on both; for all thy boasted youth Of palsied eld and when thou art old and rich, 1 A kind of tetter. 2 blessed in f. e. That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths, yet death we fear, Claud. I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die, And, seeking death, find life: let it come on. Isab. [Without.] What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company! [welcome. Prov. Who's there? come in the wish deserves a Enter ISABELLA. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Prov. As many as you please. Duke. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be conceal'd. [Exeunt DUKE and Provost. Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? Why, as all Isab. Therefore, your best appointment make with speed; Claud. Is there no remedy? Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head To cleave a heart in twain. Claud. But is there any? Isab. Yes, brother, you may live: There is a devilish mercy in the judge, If you'll implore it, that will free your life, Claud. Perpetual durance ? Isab. Ay, just; perpetual durance: a restraint, Though all the world's vastidity you had, To a determin'd scope. Claud. But in what nature? Isab. In such a one as, you consenting to it, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. 1 Resident embassador. Claud. Let me know the point. Isab. O! I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Claud. Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. Isab. There spake my brother: there my father's grave Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, His filth within being cast, he would appear Claud. Thou might'st be freed. Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give 't thee from this rank offence, So to offend him still. This night's the time That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou diest to-morrow. Claud. Thou shalt not do 't. Isab. O! were it but my life, As frankly as a pin. Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow. Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, 1 f. e. princely; Knight: precise. 2 Collier, f. e.: guards." When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin; Isab. Which is the least? Claud. If it were damnable, he being so wise, Why would he for the momentary trick Be perdurably fin'd?-O Isabel! Isab. What says my brother? Death is a fearful thing Isab. And shamed life a hateful. Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted' spirit To what we fear of death. Isab. Alas! alas! Claud. Sweet sister, let me live. What sin you do to save a brother's life, O, you beast! Isab. From thine own sister's shame? think? What should I Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair, Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance: 1 Knight suggests de-lighted, that is, removed from light. 2 Wildness, ungrafted. Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel. Isab. O, fie, fie, fie! Claud. [Going. O hear me, Isabella! Re-enter DUKE. Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister; but one word. Isab. What is your will? Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own benefit. Isab. I have no superfluous leisure: my stay must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while. Duke. [To CLAUDIO.] Son, I have overheard what hath passed between you and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgment with the disposition of natures. She, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive: I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore, prepare yourself to death. Do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible; to-morrow you must die. Go; to your knees, and make ready. Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. Duke. Hold you there: farewell. Re-enter Provost. Provost, a word with you. Prov. What's your will, father? [Exit CLAUDIO. Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone. Leave me awhile with the maid: my mind promises with my habit no loss shall touch her by my company. Prov. In good time. [Exit Provost. Duke. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good; the goodness that is chief1 in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, shall keep the body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder 1 cheap in f. e. |