Of burning youth. May your grace speak of it? And held in idle price to haunt assemblies, (A man of stricture, and firm abstinence,) Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs for head-strong steeds,) Which for these fourteen years we have let sleep; Even like an overgrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd: so our decrees, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Fri. It rested in your grace Duke. I do fear, too dreadful: Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the sight, To do it slander: and to behold his sway, Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr'ythee, Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, SCENE V. A Nunnery. Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA. [Exeunt, Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges? Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; [Within, lsab. Turn you the key, and know his business of him; When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men, Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; He calls again; I pray you answer him. [Exit Francisca. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? Enter LUCIO. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less! can you so stead me, As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place, and the fair sister Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask; The rather, for I now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his sister. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Woe me! For what? [you: Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks: He hath got his friend with child. 1sab. Sir, make me not your story. Lucio. It is true. I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin By your renouncement, an immortal spirit; As with a saint. Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis Your brother and his lover have embrac'd: [thus: As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time, That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison; even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. Isab. Some one with child by him?-My cousin Juliet? Lucio. Is she your cousin? Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names, By vain though apt affection. Lucio. She it is. Isab. O, let him marry her! Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother. Lucio. Has censur'd him Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me Lucio. Assay the Our doubts are traitors, Lucio. Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, As they themselves would owe them. Isab. I'll see what I can do. Lucio, Good sir, adieu. SCENE I. A Hall in ANGELO's House. Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, a Justice, Provost, Officers, and Attendants. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Escal. Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death: alas! this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know, blood (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) |