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Do you 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.
Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein ! [ Aside.
And you but waste your words.
Isab. Alas! alas!
And He, that might the vantage best have took,
Ifhe, which is the top of judgment, should 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.
Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him; -- he must die to-morrow.
Isab. To-morrow?,0, that's sudden! Spare him,
With less respect, than we do mivister
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 snit?
There's many have committed it.
Lucio. Ay, well said.
slept: For which I must not plead, but that I am
Tliose 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 ?
Iad answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet, I do bescech you, let it be his fault,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, And not my brother.
(Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) 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 function,
Isab. Yet, show some pity! To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; And let go by the actor.
For then I pity those I do not know,
Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
[Retiring. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Lucio. (To Isab.] Give't not o’er so: to him again, Your brother dies to-morrow:: be 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. 0, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous,
Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder Ang. Maiden, no remedly!
As Jove himself does, 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 butthanAng. I will not do't.
der. Isab. But can you, if you would ?
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Most ignorant of what he's most assurd,
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 laugh mortal.
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench! he will relent;
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
Great men may jest with saints: 'tis witin them;
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Lucio. Art advis'd o’that? more on't!
Isc Sha Ar Isa
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? I come to visit the afflicted spirits
To let me see them; and to make me know
Prov.I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this!
I have provided for you ; stay a while, (To Juliet.
shall be conducted.
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-
Or hollowly put on.
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Was mutually committed ?
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
[Aside. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, – Where prayers cross.
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heavon;
Showing, we'd not spare 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.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov. 'Tis pity of him.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
Serv. One Isabel, a sister,
Desires access to you.
Making booth it unable for itself,
Accountant to the law upon that pain. And dispossessing all the other parts
Isab. Truc. Ofnecessary fitness!
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other, Come all to help him, and so stop the air
But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, By which he should revive: and even so
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
No earthly mean tosave him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let him suller; Isab. I am come to know your pleasure.
What would you do?
That is, Were I under the terms of death,
[Retiring. That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
Ang. Then must your brother die. Isab. Under your sentence?
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:
Betterit were, a brother died at once, Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Should die for ever.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence,
Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,
Are of two houses: lawful mercy Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image Is nothing kin to foul redemption. In stamps that are forbid: ’tis all as easy
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; Falsely to take away a lifetrue made,
And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother As to put mettle in restrained means,
A merriment than a vice.
Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
Isab. Elselet my brother die,
Ifnot a feodary, but only he, Isab. Sir, believe this,
Owe, and succeed by weakness.
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.
Which are as easy broke, as they make forms.
Women! -- Help heaven! men their creation mar Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; Agaiust the thing I say. Answer to this ;
For we are soft, as our complexions are, I, now the voice of the recorded law,
And credulous to false prints. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Ang. I think it well: Might there not be a charity in sin,
And from this testimony of your own sex, To save this brother's life?
(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Isab. Please yon to do't,
Than faults may shake our frames) let me be bold;I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
I do arrest your words; be that you are,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
By all exterval warrants, show it now,
By putting on the destin'd livery.
Let me entreat you speak the former language !
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. And nothing of your, answer.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and
me, Ang. Nay, but hear me:
That he shall die for it.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,
To pluck on others.
My words express my purpose.
İsab. Ila! little honour to be much believ'd,
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Isab. So.
Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Ang. And his offenceis so, as it appears
Aloud, what man thou art !
Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Of palsied eld; and when thou artold, and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, And smell of calumny. I have begun;
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lichid more thousand deaths : yet deuth we fear,
That inakes these odds all even.
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die,
And, seeking death, find life. Let it come on!
Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves a
[ Exit. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you.
Prov. And very welcome.--Look, signior,here's your That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Duke. Provost, a word with you.
Prov. As many as you please.
(Exeunt Duke and Provost. Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
Isab. Why, as all comforts are, most good in deed :
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:
Therefore your best appointment make with speed;
Claud. Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head,
Claud. But is there any ?
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
But fetter you till death.
Though all the world's vastidity you had,
To a determin’d scope.
Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear,
Claud. Let me know the point.
And six or seven winters more respect
lyet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die?
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
As falcon doth the fowl,-is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
Claud. The princely Angelo? .
dab. I brust, i Duke. speedils his bed,
Isab. O, 'tis the canning livery of hell,
Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be The damned'st body to invest and cover stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while.
marath In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, Duke. (To Claudio, aside.] Son, I have overheard If I would yield him my virginity,
what hath past between you and your sister. Angelo Thou might'st be freed ?
had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath Lace tisa Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be.
made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgment efilm Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank with the disposition of natures: she, having the truth offence,
of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial, So to offend him still: this night's the time,
which he is most glad to receive:Iam confessor to An- dhe. Th That I should do what I abhor to ame,
gelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare Or else thou diest to-morrow.
yourself to death! Do not satisfy your resolution with Claud. Thou shalt not do't,
hopes that are fallible: to-morrow you mustdie; go Isab. O, were it but my life, to your knees, and make ready.
est and I'd throw it down for your deliverance
Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of 20g * As frankly, as a pin! love with life, that I will sue to be rid ofit.
Les to Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel !
Duke. Hold you there! Farewell. [Exit Claudio, Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow!
that Claud, Yes.-Has he affections in him,
Provost, a word with you.
Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone:
Tarp Isab. Which is the least?
with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my company. Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Prov. In good time.
* byt! Why, would he for the momentary trick
Duke. The hand, that hath made you fair, hath made Be perdurably fin’d?-0 Isabel ! you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty,
MITC Isab. What says my brother?
makes beauty briefin goodness; but grace, being the Claud. Death is a fearful thing.
soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
ever fair. The assault that Angelo hath made to you, prof. Claud. Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where; fortune hath conveyed to my understanding; and, bat Tolie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should This sensible warm motion to become
wonder at Angelo. How would you do to content this A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
substitute, and to save your brother? To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
Isab. I am now going to resolve him : I had rather my In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
brother die by the law, than my son should be unlaw- sently To be imprison’d in the viewless winds,
fully born. But oh, how much is the good duke deceived this And blown with restless violence round about in Angelo! If ever he returu, and I can speak to him, and d The pendant world, or to be worse than worst I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government. Isah Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
Duke. That shall not be much amiss : yet, as the good : Imagine howling!—'tis too horrible!
matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation; he The weariest and most loathed worldly life, made trial of you only.- Therefore, fasten your ear That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment,
on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good, a Can lay on nature, is a paradise
remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe, that To what we fear of death. you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady
Elb. Isab. Alas! alas !
a merited benefit, redeem your brother from the ans Claud. Sweet sister, let me live!
gry law, do no stain to your own gracious person, and What sin you do to save a brother's life,
much please the absent duke, if, peradventure, he shall Nature dispenses with the deed so far,
ever return to have hearing of this business. That it becomes a virtue.
Isab. Let me hear you speak further! I have spirit to Isab. O, you beast!
do any thing, that appears not foul in the truth of my 0, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch!
spirit. Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of From thine'own sister's shame? What should I think? Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea ? Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair ! Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words went For such a warped slip of wilderness
with her name. Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance ! Duke. Her should this Angelo have married ; was Die; perish! might but my bending down
aflianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed : Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: between which time of the contract, and limit of the I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,
solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at sea, No word to save thee.
having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his sister. Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel !
But mark, how heavily this befél to the poor gentleIsab. Ofy, fy, fy!
woman:there she lost a noble and renowoed brother,in Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade:
his love toward her ever most kind and natural; with Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
him, the portion and sinew of her fortune, her mar'Tis best that thou diest quickly.
(Going. riage dowry; with both, her combinate husband, this Claud. O hear me, Isabella !
Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her ?
Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of
pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour: in few, Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet by and by have some speech with you : the satisfaction wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is I would require, is likewise your own benefit. washed with them, but relents not.