And do him right, that answering one foul wrong,
Lives not to act another. Then be fatisfy'd;
Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.

Ifab. So you must be the first that gives this fentence, And he that fuffers: oh, 'tis excellent

To have a giant's ftrength; but tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

Lucio. That's well faid.

Ifab. Could great men thunder

As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;
For every pelting, petty officer

Inceffantly would use his heav'n for thunder;
Nothing but thunder: merciful, sweet heav'n!
Thou rather with thy fharp and fulph'rous bolt
Split'ft the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the foft myrtle: O, but man! proud man
Dreft in a little brief authority,

(Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd,
His glaffy effence) like an angry ape,

Plays fuch fantastick tricks before high heav'n,
As makes the angels weep; who with our spleens
Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Lucio. Oh, to him, to him, wench; he will relent

He's coming: I perceive't.

Prov, Pray heav'n fhe win him.

Ifab. We cannot weigh our brother with

your

felf:

Great Men may jest with faints; 'tis wit in them,

But in the lefs foul prophanation.

Lucio. Thou'rt right, girl; more o' that.

Ifab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Which in the foldier is flat blafphemy.

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Lucio. Art thou advis'd o' that? more on't, yet more.
Ang. Why do you put thefe fayings upon me?
Ifab. Because authority, tho' it err like others,

Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

That fkins the vice o'th' top: go to your bofom,
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault; if it confefs
A natural guiltinefs, fuch as is his,

Let it not found a thought upon your tongue

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Against

Against my brother's life.

Ang. She fpeaks, and 'tis

Such fenfe, that my fenfe bleeds with't. Fare you well.
Ifab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

Ang. I will bethink me: come again to-morrow.
Ifab. Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back.
Ang. How? bribe me?

Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts that heav'n fhall share with you.
Lucio. You had marr'd all elfe.

Ifab. Not with fond fhekels of the tested gold,
Or ftones, whofe rate is either rich or poor
As fancy values them; but with true prayers,
That fhall be up at heav'n, and enter there,
Ere fun rife: prayers from preferved fouls,
From fafting maids whofe minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

Ang. Well; come to-morrow.

Ifab. Heav'n keep your honour fafe!
Ang. Amen! I fay:

For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.

Ifab. At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend you

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Ang. At any time 'fore noon.

【Afide.

Ifab. 'Save your honour! [Exeunt Lucio and Isabella.
SCENE VIII.

Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue!

What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine?

The tempter, or the tempted, who fins most ?
Not fhe; nor doth fhe tempt; but it is I
That lying by the violet in the fun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous feafon. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our fense,

Than woman's lightness? having waste ground enough,
Shall we defire to raze the fanctuary,
And pitch our evils there: oh, fie, fie, fie!
What doft thou? or what art thou, Angelo?
Doft thou defire her foully, for thofe things
That make her good? Oh, let her brother live:

Thieves

Thieves for their robbery have authority,,

When judges fteal themfelves. What! do I love her,
That I defire to hear her fpeak again,

And feaft upon her eyes? what is't I dream on?
Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a faint
With faints doft bait thy hook! most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on

To fin in loving virtue; ne'er could the ftrumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite: Ev'n 'till this very Now,
When men were fond, I fmil'd, and wonder'd how. [Exit.
SCENE IX. A Prifon.

Enter Duke babited like a Friar, and Provoft.
Duke. Hail to you, Provoft; fo I think you are.
Prov. I am the Provoft; what's your will, good Friar?
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bleft order,

I come to vifit the afflicted fpirits

Here in the prifon; do me the common right

To let me fee them, and to make me know
The nature of their crimes; that I may minifter
To them accordingly.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Enter Juliet.

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blifter'd her report: fhe is with child,
And he that got it, fentenc'd: a young man
More fit to do another fuch offence,
Than die for this.

Duke. When must he die;

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

I have provided for you; ftay a while,

And you fhall be conducted.

[To Juliet,

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? -
Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame moft patiently.

Duke. I'll teach you how you fhall arraign your confcience. And try your penitence if it be found,

Or hollowly put on.

Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. Duke. So then it seems your most offenceful act Was mutually committed.

Juliet. Mutually.

Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his.
Juliet. I do confefs it and repent it, father.

Duke. "Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not As that the fin hath brought you to this fhame? Which forrow's always tow'rds our felves, not heaven, Showing we'd not feek heaven, as we love it,

But as we ftand in fear.

Juliet. I do repent me as it is an evil, And take the shame with joy.

Duke. "Tis well, there reft.

Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow,

And I am going with inftruction to him;

So grace go with you; benedicite!

Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh injurious law,

That refpites me a life, whofe very comfort

Is still a dying horror!

Prov. 'Tis pity of him.

SCENE X. The Palace.

Enter Angelo.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray To feveral fubjects: heav'n hath my empty words, Whilft my intention, hearing not my tongue,

Anchors on Ifabel: heav'n's in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew its name,

And in my heart the ftrong and fwelling evil
Of my conception: the ftate whereon I ftudied
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. Oh place! oh form!
How often doft thou with thy cafe, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer fouls
To thy falfe feeming! blood, thou art but blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn;

Is't not the devil's creft? How now? who's there?

Enter Servant.

Serv. One Ifabel a fifter afks access to you.

[blood

Ang. Teach her the way.
Thus mufter to my heart, making both that
Unable for itself, and difpoffeffing

Oh heav'ns! why does my

My other parts of neceffary fitnefs?

So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons;
Come all to help him, and fo ftop the air
By which he should revive: and even fo
The gen❜ral fubjects to a well-wisht King
Quit their own part, and in obfequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Muft needs appear offence. How now, fair maid?
SCENE XI. Enter Ifabella.

Ifab. I am come to know your pleasure.

[me,

Ang. That you might know it, would much better please

Than to declare what 'tis. He cannot live.
Ifab. Even fo?heav'n keep you!
Ang. Yet may he live a while;

And it may be as long as you or I;

Yet he muft die.

Ifab. Under your sentence?
Ang. Yea.

[Going

Ifab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer or fhorter, he may be fo fitted,

That his foul ficken not.

Ang. Ha? fie, thefe filthy vices! 'twere as good
To pardon him, that hath from nature ftol'n
A man already made, as to remit

Their faucy lewdnefs that do coin heav'n's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as just,
Falfely to take away a life true made,

As to put mettle in reftrained means,

To make a falfe one.

Ifab. 'Tis fet down fe in heav'n, but not in earth.
Ang. And fay you fo? then I fhall poze you quickly.
Which had you ra her, that the most just law
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to fuch fweet uncleannefs

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