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But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Ang. Pray you, begone.
Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.
Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. (Aside.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Be you content, fair maid : It is the law, not I, condemns your brother : Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him ;-He must die to-mor
spare him :
Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Sparé him,
Ay, well said.
hath slept : Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, If the first man that did the edict infringe ; Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
(1) When in season.
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils
Yet show some pity.
That's well said.
thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled2 oak, Than the soft inyrtle :-0, but man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assurd, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep : who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; He's coming, I perceive't
Pray heaven, she win him! Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; (1) Paltry.
But, in less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou art in the right, girl ; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. -Fare
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the testedl gold, Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved2 souls, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal. Ang.
Well; come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to Isab.
Amen: for I (1) Attested, stamped. (2) Preserved from the corruption of the world. VOL. I.
Am that way going to temptation, (Aside.
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour! (Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro.
Ang From thee; even from thy virtue !What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, That lying by the violet, in the sun, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.
Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground
enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there?' O, fie, fie, fie! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumpet, With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite ;--Ever, ti!! row, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how.
[Exit. SCENE III.-A room in a prison. Enter Duke,
habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are.
(1) See 2 Kings, s. 27.
Prov. I am the provost : What's your will, good
friar? Duke. Bound by. my charity, and my bless'd
order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison : do me the common right To let me see them; and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Enter Juliet. 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; And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man More fit to do another such offence, Than die for this. Duke.
When must he die?
Drike. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ?
I'll gladly learn.