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I have provided for you ; stay a while, [To Juliet.
And you shall be conducted.

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.

Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
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 sin of heavier kind than his.
Juliet. I do confess it and repent it, father.

Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter; but repent you not
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame?
Which sorrow's always tow'rds our felves, not heav'n,
Showing we'd not seek heaven, as we love it,
But as we stand in fear.

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

Duke. 6 ''Tis well, there rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him ;
So grace go


Juliet. Must die to-morrow! oh injurious ? law,
That refpites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov. 'Tis pity of him.


6 There reft.

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Enter Angelo.
Ang. WHEN I would pray and think, I think and

To sev'ral subjects: 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 strong and swelling evil
Of my conception: the state whereon I studied
Is, like a good thing being often read,
Grown seard 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 dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming! blood, thou art but blood :
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn;
& 'Is’t not the devil's crest ? How now? who's there?

Enter Servant.
Serv. One Isabel a sister asks access to you.

(blood Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns! why does my Thus

muster to my heart, making both that
Unable for it self, and difpoffefling
9 My other parts of necessary fitness ?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The gen’ral subjects to a well-wisht King
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness

Crowd 8'Tis

9 All my other parts

Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence. How now; fair maid?

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Enter Isabella. Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. {me, Ang. That you might know it, would much better please Than to '/declarewhat 'tis: 2 'He cannot live. Isab. Ev'n fo? ? 'heav'n keep you! [Going

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?
Ang. Yea.

isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted,
That his soul ficken not.

Ang. Ha? fie, these filthy vices ! 'twere as good
To pardon him, that hath from nature stol’n
A man already made, as to remit
Their fawcy 4 'lewdness that do coin heav'n's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as s'just,'
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 heav'n, but not in earth.

Ang. And say you fo? 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 compelled fins
Stand more for number than accompt.

Ifab. ı demand 3 Your brother cannot 3 heav'n keep your honour ! 4 sweetness

5 eafie,

Isab. How say you?

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Against the thing I say. Answer to this:
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Might there not be a charity in sin,
To save this brother's life

Isab. Please you 'to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
It is no sin at all, but charity.
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't at peril of

your soul, 6 'Were't' equal poize of sin and charity?

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be fin,
Heav'n let me bear it! you granting my suit,
If that be sin, I'll make't my 7'morning-pray's"
To have it added to the faults of mine,
And nothing of your answer.

Ang. Nay, but hear me:
Your sense pursues not mine ; either you're 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 moft bright, When it doth tax it felf: as these black masques Proclaim an en-shield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could display'd. 8 'But mark me well :' To be received plain I'll speak more gross; Your brother is to die.

Ifab. So.

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain.

Isab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,)
But in the loss of question) that you his sister,
Finding your self desir'd of such a person,
Whofe credit with the judge, or own great place,

Could 6 Were y morn-prayer

8 But mark me,

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Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-holding law; and that there, were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let' him suffer ;
What would you

Isab. As much for my poor brother as my self;
That is, were I under the terms of death,
Th' impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And strip my self to death as to a bed
That longing I've been sick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame.

Ang. Then must your brother die.

Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way;
Better it were a brother dy'd at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
That you have Nander'd so?

Isab. An ignominious ransom, and free pardon,
Are of two houses; lawful mercy sure
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant,
And rather prov'd the Niding of your brother
A merriment than a vice.

Isab. Oh, pardon me,
My lord, ' 'it very oft falls out, to have
What we would have, we speak not what we mean :
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
For his advantage that I dearly love.

Ang. We are all frail.

Ijab. Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary but only he
Owe and succeed by weakness.

Ang. Nay, women are frail too.

Ifab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms.

Women! 9 elle to let

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