I have provided for you; stay a while, [To Juliet. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame most 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. Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not Juliet. I do repent me as it is an evil, Duke. "Tis well, there reft.` Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, And I am going with inftruction to him; So grace go with you; benedicite! Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh injurious 7 law, That refpites me a life, whofe very comfort Is ftill a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE X. The PALACE. Enter Angelo. Ang. WHEN I would pray and think, I think and pray To fev'ral fubjects: heav'n hath my empty words, And in my heart the strong and swelling evil 8/Is't not the devil's creft? How now? who's there? Enter Servant. Serv. One Ifabel a fifter asks access to you. [blood Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns! why does my 9 'My other parts of neceffary fitnefs? Crowd Crowd to his prefence, where their untaught love 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. 2 Ifab. Ev'n fo?— 3 'heav'n keep you!\ Ang. Yet may he live a while; And it may be as long as you or I; Yet he must die. Ifab. Under your sentence? Ang. Yea. [Going. Ifab. When, I befeech 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 4 Their fawcy lewdness that do coin heav'n's image Falfely to take away a life true made, As to put mettle in restrained means, To make a falfe one. Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heav'n, but not in earth. Ang. And fay you fo? then I fhall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Ifab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my foul. Ang. I talk not of your foul; our compell'd fins Stand more for number than accompt. ■ demand 4 fweetness 2 Your brother cannot 3 heav'n keep your honour! 5 eafie, Ifab. How fay you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Ifab. Please you to do't, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't at peril of your foul, Ang. Nay, but hear me: Your fenfe pursues not mine; either you're ignorant, Ifab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, 'But mark me well:` To be received plain I'll fpeak more grofs; Your brother is to die. Ifab. So. Ang. And his offence is fo, as it appears Ang. Admit no other way to fave his life, Whofe credit with the judge, or own great place, 6 Were 7 morn-prayer 8 But mark me, Could Could fetch your brother from the manacles Ijab. As much for my poor brother as my felf; That longing I've been fick for, ere I'd yield Ang. Then muft your brother die. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the fentence That you have flander'd fo? Ifab. An ignominious ranfom, and free pardon, Are of two houfes; lawful mercy fure Is nothing kin to foul redemption. Ang. You feem'd of late to make the law a tyrant, And rather prov'd the fliding of your brother A merriment than a vice. Ifab. Oh, pardon me, My lord, it very oft falls out, to have What we would have, we speak not what we mean: I fomething do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love. Ang. We are all frail. Ifab. Elfe let my brother die, If not a feodary but only he Ang. Nay, women are frail too. Ifab. Ay, as the glaffes where they view themselves; Which are as eafy broke as they make forms. elfe to let 1 it oft Women! |