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Fri. It rested in your grace

As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd: That from the seeduess the bare fallow brings
And it in you more dreadfulwould have seem’d, To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Than in lord Angelo.

Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
Duke. I do fear, too dreadful:

Isab.Someone with child by him?- My cousin Juliet?
Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope,

Lucio. Is she your cousin ? 'Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their For what I bid them do : for we bid this be done, By vain, though apt afl'ection.

names, When evil deeds have their permissive pass,

Lucio. She it is.
And not the punishment. Therefore,indeed, my father, Isab. 0, let him marry.her!
I have on Angelo impos'd the office;

Lucio. This is the poiut.

may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
And yet my nature never in the sight,

Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
To do it slander: and to behold his sway,

In hand, and hope of aciion: but we do learn
I will, as 't were a brother of your order,

By those that know the very nerves of state,
Visit both prince and people; therefore, I pr’ythee, His givings out were of an infinite distance
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me,

From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
How I may formally in person bear me,

And with full line of his authority,
Like a true friar! More reasons for this action, Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood
At our more leisure shall I render you;

Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
Only, this one :-Lord Angelo is precise,

The wanton stings and motions of the sense;
Stands at a guard with envy, scarce confesses, But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
That his blood flows, or that his appetite

With prohts of the mind, study and fast.
Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, He (to give fcar to use and liberty,
If power change purpose, what our seemers be. Which have, for long, run by the hideous law,

[Exeunt. As mice by lions,) hath pick'dout an act,

Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
SCENE V. - Anunnery.

Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it,
Enter ISABELLA and FranciSCS.

And follows close the rigour of the statute,
Isab. And have you nuns no furiher privileges ? To make him an example: all hope is gone,
Fran. Are not these large enough?

Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; To soften Angelo: and that's my pith
But rather wishing a more strict restraint

Of business'twixt you and your poor brother.
Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare. Isab. Doth he so seek his life?
Lucio. Ho! peace be in this place! [Within. Lucio. H’as censur'd him
Isab. Who's that which calls?

Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
Fran. It is a mau's voice. Gentle Isabella,

A warrant for his execution.

you the key, and know his business of him; Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn : To do him good ?
When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men, Lucio. Assay the power you have!
But in the presence of the prioress :

Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,-
Then, if yon speak, you must not show your face; Lucio. Our doubts are traitors,
Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. And make as lose the good we oft might win,
He calls again; I pray you, answer him.

By fearing to attempt. Go to lord Angelo,

[Exit Francisca. And let him learn to know, when maidens sue,
Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,
Enter Lucio.

All their petitions are as freely theirs,
Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses' As they themselves would owe them.
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me, Isab. I'll see what I can do.
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,

Lucio. But speedily!
A novice of this place and the fair sister

Isab. I will about it straight;
To her unhappy brother Claudio ?

No longer staying but to give the mother
Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask; Notice of my allair. I humbly thank you :
The rather, for I now must make you know, Commend me to my brother: soon at night
I am that Isabella, and his sister.

I'll send him certain word of my success.
Lucio.Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.

Isab. Good sir, adieu !

Isab. Woe me! For what?
Lucio.For that, which, if myself might be his judge,
He should receive liis punishment in thanks :

He hath got his friend with child.
Isab. Sir, make me not your story!

SCENE I. – A hall in Angelo's house.

Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, Officers,
Lucio. It is true.

and other Attendants.
I would not-though'tis my familiar sin,
With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,

Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law,
Tongne far from heart,-play with all virgins so:

Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted,
By your renouncement, an immortal spirit,

Their perch, and not their terror.

Escal. Ay, but yet
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,

Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.

Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas!this gentleman,

Whom I would save, had a most noble father.
Lucio. Do not believe it. Pewness and truth, 'tis thus: Let but your honour know,
Your brother and his lover have embrac'd;

(Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue,)

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That, in the working of your own affections,

Elb. Ay, sir, hy mistress Over-done's means : but
Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, as she spit in his face, so she defied him.
Or that the resolute acting of your blood

Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.
Could have attaiu'd the ell'ect of your own purpose, Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honour-
Whether you had not, sometime in your life, able man, prove it!
Err'd in this point, which now you censure him, Escal. Do you hear, how he misplaces? (To Angelo.
And pull'd the law upon you.

Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing
Ang. "Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, (saving your honour's reverence,) for stew'd prunes;
Another thing to fall. I not deny,

sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life,

distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two

of some three-pence; your honours have seen such Guiltier, than kim they try. What's open made to jus- dishes;they are not China dishes,but very good dishes. That justice seizes. What know, tice, Escal. Goto, go to; no matter for the dish, sir. That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very pregnant, Clo. No, indeed, sir, not ofa pin ; you are therein in The jewel that we find, we stoop and taheit, the right; but, to the point: As I say, this mistress Because we see it; but what we do not see,

Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belWe tread upon, and never think of it.

ly'd, avd longing, as I said, for prunes, and having but You may not so extenuate his oflence,

two in the dish, as I said, master l'roth here, this very For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, mav, haviug eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, payWhen I, that censure him, do so olleud,

ing for them very honestly ;-- for, as you know, master
Let miue own judgment pattern out my death, Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. Fruth. No, indeed.
Escal. Beit as your wisdom will.

Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be remember'd,
Ang. Where is the provost?

cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes..
Prov. Here, if it like your honour.

Froth. Ay, soldid, indeed.
Ang. See, that Claudio

Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be re-
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:

meniber'd, that such u one, and sucha one, were past Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd! cure of the thing you wotof, unless they kept very good For that's the utmost o‘his pilgrimage.[ Exit Provost. diet, as I told you.

Escal. Well, leaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Froth. All this is true.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:

Clo. Why, very well then.
Some run from brakes ofvice, and answer none; Escal, Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose!
And some condemned for a fault alone,

- What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause
Enter Elbow, Fnoti, Clown, Oficers, etc. to complain of? Come me to what was done to her.
Elb. Come, bring them away! If these be good people Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.
in a common-weal, that do nothing but use their abu- Escal, No, sir, por I mean it not.
ses in common houses, I know no law; bring them away! Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's

Ang. How now, sir! What's your name? and what's leave: and, I beseech you,look into master Froth here, the matter?

sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose father Elb. If it please yonr hovenr, I am the poor duke's died at Hallowmas :-Was't not at Hallowmas, master constable, and my name is Elbow ; I do lean upon jus- Froth? tice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour Froth. All-hollond eve. two notorious benefactors.

Clo. Why, very well ; I hope here be truths : he, sir, Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;— 'twas in the are they not malefactors ?

Punch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight
Elb. Ifit please your honour, I know not well, what to sit: have you not?
they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure Froth, I have so; because it is an open room, and good
of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good for winter.
christians onght to have.

Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be truths.
Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise officer. Ang. This will last out a night in Russia,
Ang. Go to! What quality are they of ? Elbow is your When nights are loogest there: I'll take my leave,
name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow?

And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Clo. He cannot, sir, he's out at elbow.

Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all.
Ang. What are yon, sir ?

Escal. I think no less: good morrow to your lord-
El6. He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that ship.-

[Exit Angelo. serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they Now, sír, come on! What was done to Elbow's wife, say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she pro- once more? fesses a hot-house, which, I think,isa very ill house too. Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once, Escal. How know you that?

Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him, what this man did
Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and to my wife.
your honour,-

Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me.
Escal. How! thy wife?

Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Elb. Ay, sir ; whom , I thank heaven, is an lionest Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face! woman,

Good master Froth, look npon his lionour; 'tis for
Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ?

a good purpose:- doth your honour mark his face?
Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well Escal. Ay, sir, very well.
as she, that this house, ifit be not a bawd's house, it Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well!
is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.

Escal. Well, I do so.
Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face?
Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a

Escal. Why, no.
woman cardinally given, might have been accused in Clo.I'll be supposed upon a book,his face is the worst
fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there. thing about him. Good then; if his face bethe worst
Escal. By the woman's means?

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stable’s wife any harm? I would know that of your Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then: honour.

if your worship will take order for the drabs and the Escal.He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it? knaves, you need not to fear the bands. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mis- you : it is but heading and hanging. tress is a respected woman.

Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a person, than any of us all.

commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! the ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after threetime is yet to come, that she was ever respected with pence a bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say, man, woman, or child.

Pompey told you so. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he mar- Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in requital ried with her.

of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you, let me Escal

. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Iniqui- not find you before me again upon any complaint whatty?- Is this true?

soever, no,not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pom-
Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked pey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd
Hunnibal! I respected with her, before I was married to Caesar to you ; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have
her! If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, you whipt': so for this time, Pompey, fare you well!
let not your worship think me the poor duhe's officer ! Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel ; but
-Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall better
action of battery on thee!

Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you might have Whip me? No, no ; let carman whip his jade;
your action of slander too!

The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Exit. Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it. What Escal. Come hitherto me, master Elbow; come hiis't your worship’s pleasure I should do with this ther, master Constable! How long have you been in wicked caitiff?

this place of constable?
Escal, Truly, officer, because he hath some offences Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.
in him, that thou wouldst discover, if thou couldst, let Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you
him continue in his courses, till thou know'st, what had continued in it some time: you say, seven years

Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:- Thon Elb. And a half, sir.
seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee;

Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They thou art to continue now,

thou varlet; thou art to do you wrong to put you so oft upon't. Are there not continue.

men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Escal. Where were you born, friend? [To Froth. Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.

they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all. Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.

Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some six
Escal.So.- What trade are you of, sir?[To the Clown. or seven, the most sufficient of your parish!
Clo. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster.

Elb. To your worship’s house, sir?
Escal. Your mistress's name?

Escal. To my house. Fare you well!- (Exit Elbow.
Clo. Mistress Over-done.

What's o'clock, think you ?
Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband ? Just. Eleven, sir.
Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last.

Escal, I pray you home to dinner with me.
Escal. Nine! - Come hither to me, master Froth. Just. I humbly thank yon.
Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ; but
tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you there's no remedy.
will hang them. Get you gone,and let me hear no more Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
of yon!

Escal. It is but needful :
Froth.I thank your worship.For mine own part, I never Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so ;
come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in. Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: farewell! But yet,-poor Claudio !—There's no remedy.
[Exit Froth.}-Come you hither to me, master tap- Come, sir!

Exeunt. ster; what's your name, master tapster ?

SCENE II.- Another room in the same.
Escal. What else?

Enter Provost and a Servant.
Clo. Bum, sir.

Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight.
Escal. 'Troth, and your hum is the greatest thing I'll tell him of you.

you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Prov. Pray you, do.[Exit Servant.]i'll know
Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: alas,
Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster. He hath but as offended in a dream!

you come, tell me true; it shall be the bet- All sects, all ages smack of this vice ; and he
ter for

To die for it!
Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live.

Enter Argelo.
Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being al Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost?
bawd ? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is
ita lawful trade?

Prov. Is it your will, Claudio shall die to-morrow ?
Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order ? Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it

Why dost thou ask again? shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Prov. Lest I might be too rash.

Under your good correction, I have seen,
Clo, Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the When, after

execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er luis doom.
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Do yon your office, or give up your place,

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And you shall well be spar'd.

And what a prisoner, Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.

Lucio, Ay, touch him: there's the vein ! [ Aside. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, She's very near her hour.

And you but waste your words.
Ing. Dispose of her

Isab. Alas! alas!
To some more sitter place; and that with speed. Why, all the souls, that were, were forfeit once;
Re-enter Servant.

And He, that might the vantage best have took,
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Found ont the remedy: how would you be,
Desires access to you.

Ifhe, which is the top of judgment, shoul Ang. Hath he a sister?

But judge you as you are? O, think on that; Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

Like man new made.
If not already.

Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
Ang. Well, let her be admitted! (Exit Servant. It is the law, not 1, condemus your brother:
See you, the fornicatress be remov'd ;

Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
Let her have peedful, but not lavish, means ;

It should be thus with him; — he must die to-morrow. There shall be order forit. .

Isab. To-morrow?, 0, that's sudden! Spare him, Enter Lucio and IsabelLA. Prov. Save your honour ! [offering to retire. He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Ang. Stay a little while.— [To Isab.] You are wel. We kill the lowl of season; shall we serve heaven come. What's your will?

With less respect, than we do minister Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,

To our gross selves? Good,good my lord, bethink you: Please but your honour hear me,

Who is it that hath died for this offence? Ang. Well; what's your suit?

There's many have committed it. Isab. There is a více, that most) do abhor,

Lucio. Ay, well said. And most desire should meet the blow of justice; Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath For which I would not plead, but that I must;

slept: For which I must not plead, but that I am

Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, At war, twixt will, and will not,

If the first man, that did the edict infringe, Ang. Well; the matter?

Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :

Tales note of what is done, and, like a prophet, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,

Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,
And pot


(Either now, or by remissness new-conceir'd, Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !

And so in progress to be hatch'd and boru)
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Are now to have no successive degrees,
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done:

But, where they live, to end.
Mine were the very cypher of a fuction,

Isab. Yet, slow some pity! To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,

Ang. I slow it most of all, when I show justice; And let go by the actor.

For then I pity those I do not know,
Isab. O just, but severe law!

Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,

(Retiring. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Lucio. (To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, Your brother dics to-morrow: he content! intreat him;

Isab. So you must be the first,that gives this sentence,
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown! And he, that suflers. O, it is excellent
You aretoo cold: if you should need a pin,

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To use it like a giant.
To him, I say!

Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Must he needs die?

Isab. Could great men thunder Ang. Maiden, no remedy!

As Jove himself docs, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, For every peltiog, petty officer, And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing butthunAng. I will not do't.

Merciful heaven!

der. Isaó. But can you, if you would ?

Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Isab. But might you do’t, and do the world no wrong, Than the soft myrtle:-0, but man, proud man!
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse, Drest in a little brief authorithy,
As mine is to him?

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.

His glassy essence,

like an angry ape, Lucio. You are too cold,

[To Isabella. Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Isab. Too late? why, no. I, that do speak a word, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, May call it back again: well believe this,

Would all themselves langh mortal.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,

Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench? he will relent;
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, He's coming, I perceive't.
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Prov. Pray heaven, she win him!
Become them with one half so good a grace,

Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
As mercy does. If he had been as you,

Great men mayjest with saints: 'tis wit in them;
And you as he, you would have slipt, like him;

But, in theless, foul profanation.
But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that!
Ang. Pray you, begone!

Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Isab, I would to heaven, I had your potency, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
And von were Isabel! should it then bethus ?

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sense, that


Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Isab. Because authority, though it err, like others, Here in the prison: do me the common right
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

To let me see them ; and to make me know
That'skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom; The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
Knock there, and ask your heart, what it doth know To them accordingly.
That's like my brother's fault: ifit confess

Prov.I would do more than that if more were necdful.
A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

Letit not sound a thought upon your tongue

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine
Against my brother's life!

Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,
Ang. She speaks, and 'tis

Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;

my sense breeds with it. - Fare you And he, that got it, sentenc'd: a young man

More fit to do another such offence,
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back!

Than die for this!
Ang. I will bethink me:- come again to-morrow. Duke. When must he dic?
Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my lord, tarn Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. -

I have provided for you ; stay a while, (To Juliet.
Ang. How! bribe me?

And you shall be conducted. Isub. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share with Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin yon carry? you.

Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Lucio. You had marr'd all else.

Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your con-
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,

Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, And try your penitence, ifit be sound,
As fancy values them: but with true prayers, Or hollowly put on.
That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,

Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved souls, Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?
From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.
To nothing temporal.

Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Ang. Well: come to me

Was mutually committed ?

Juliet. Mutually.
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away.

[Aside to Isabel. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind, than his. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe!

Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.
Ang. Amen: for i

Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
Am that way going to temptation,

[Aside. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Where prayers cross.

Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not hearon; Isab. At what hour to-morrow

Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
Shall I attend yourlordship?

But as we stand in fear,
Ang. At any time'fore noon.

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
Isab. Save your honour !

And take the shame with joy.
(Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. Duke. There rest.
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue!

Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? And I am going with instruction to him.-
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Grace

go with you! Benedicite!

[Exit. Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,

Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love,
That lying by the violet, in the sun,

That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Is still a dying horror!
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,

Prov. 'Tis pity of him.

That modesty may more betray our sense,
Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground SCENE IV.- A room in Angelo's house.

Enter Angelo.
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and

pray And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy!

To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ? Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things

Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,
That make her good? o, let her brotherlive: As if I did but only chew his name;
Thieves for their robbery have authority,

And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
When judges steal themselves. What do I love her, of my conception: the state, whereon I studied,
That I desire to hear her speak again,

Is like a good thing, being often read,
And feast upon her eyes? Whast is't I dream on? Grown fear'd and tedious ; yea, my gravity,
Ocunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,

Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume,
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on

Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
With all her double vigour, art, and nature,

Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood:
Subdues me quite:-ever, till now,

Let's write good angel on the devil's hora,
When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. "Tis not the devil's crest.-


Enter Servant.

How now, who's there?
SCENE III. – A room in a prison.

Serv. One Isabel, a sister,
Inter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Desires access to you.
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are.

Ang. Teach her the way.-- (Exit Servant.
Prov. I am the provost. What's your will,good friar? O heavens !
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;


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