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as - he spit in his face, so she defied him.

Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more resClo. Sir, it it please your honor, this is not so. pected person than any of us all.

Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou hon- Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked varlet: orable man, prove it.

the time is yet to come, that she was ever respectEscul. Do you hear how he misplaces?

ed with man, woman, or child.

(TO A VGELO. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and ng- married with her. ing (saving your honors reverence) for stew'd Escal. Which is the wiser here? justice or iniprunes; sir, we had but two in the house, which at quity? Is this true? that very distant time stood as it were, in a fruit- Elb. () thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wickdish, a dish of some three-pence: your honors have ed Hannibal! I respected with her, before I was seen such dishes; they are not china dishes, but married to her? If ever I was respected with her, very good dishes.

or she with me, let not your worship think me the Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. poor duke's officer:-- Prove this, thou wicked Han

Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are there- nibal, or 1ll have mine action of battery on thee. fore in the right; but, to the point: os 1 say, this Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and be might have your action of slander too. ing great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes; Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: and having but two in the dish, as I said, master what is't your worship's pleasure I should do with Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as this wicked raitill? I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some of - for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give fences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou you three-pence again.

couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou Froth. No, indeed.

know'st what they are. Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be re- Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:- thou memberd, cracking the stones of the 'foresaid seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon prunes.

thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

art to continue. Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you Escal. Where were you born, friend? be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one,

(TO FROTH. were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they Froth. Here, in Vienna, sir. kept very good diet, as I told you.

Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Froth. All this is true.

Froth. Yes, and 't please you, sir. Clo. Why, very well then.

Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir? Escal. Corne, you are a tedious fool: to the pur

(To the Clown. pose.

- What was done to Elbow's wife, that he Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's tapster. hath cause to complain of! Come me to what was Escal. Your mistress's name? done to her.

Clo. Mistress Over-done. Clo. Sir, your honor cannot come to that yet. Escal. Hath she had any more than one husEscal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.

band? Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honor's Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. leave: and I beseech you, look into master Froth Escal. Nine! -- Come hither to me, master Froth, here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted father died at Hallowmas:— Was't not at Hallow- with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, mas, master Froth?

and you will hang them: get you gone, and let mó Froth. All-hollondi eve.

hear no more of you. Clo. Why, very well: I hope here be truths: Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own part, he, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir;- I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you drawn in. have a delight to sit : have you not?

Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: fareFroth. I have so; because it is an open room, well. (Erit FromH.) - Come you hither to me and good for winter.

master tapster; what's your name, master ta pster ? Clo. Why, very well then;- I hope here be Clo. Pompey. truths.

Escal. Whai else ? Ang. This will last out a night in Russia,

Clo. Bum, sir. When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing And leave you to the hearing of the cause; about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a Escal. I think no less : good morrow to your bawd, Pompey, howsoever you color it in being a lordship.

[Erit AvokLO. tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, be the better for you. once more?

Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her live.

Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man a bawd ? What do you think of the trade, Pomdid to my wife?

pey? is it a lawful trade! Clo. I beseech your honor, ask me.

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey;

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. face:-Good master Froth, look upon his honor; Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay 'tis for a good purpose: doth your honor mark his all the youth in the city ? face ?

Escal. No, Pompey. Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will Clo. Nay. I beseech you, mark it well.

to 't then: if your worship will take orders for the Escal Well, I do so.

drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the Clo. Doth your honor see any harm in his face? bawds. Escal. Why, no.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can Clo. I'll be suppos’ds upon a book, his face is tell you : it is but heading and hanging. the worst thing about him: good then; if his face Clo. If you head and bang all that offend that be the worst thing about him, how could master way but for ten years together, you'll be glad to Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would give out a commission for more heads. If this law know that of your honor.

hold in Vienna ten years, I'll rent the fairest house Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say you in it, after three-pence a day: if you live to see to it?

this come to pass, say Pompey told you so. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in rehouse; next, this is a respected fellow; and his quital of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you, mistress is a respected woman.

let me not find you before me again upon any com: Evo f All Saints day.

• Easy.

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plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you! Ang. Stay a little while.—[TO ISAB. You are do: If I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent,

welcome : What's your will ? and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain deal- Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honor : ing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this Please but your honor hear me. time, Pompey, fare you well.


Well; what's your suit?
Clo. I thank your worship for your good coun- Isab. There is a vice that most I do abhor,
Bel; but I shall follow it as 'the flesh and fortune And most desire should meet the blow of justico;
shall better determine.

For which I would not plead, but that I must;
Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade; For which I must not plead, but that I am
The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

\Exit. Ang.

Well; the matter 1 Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come Isab. I have a brother is condemned to die. hither, master Constable. How long have you been I do beseech you, let it be his fault, in this place of constable?

And not my brother. Elb. Seven years and a half, sir.


Heaven give thee moving graces Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, Ang. Condemn the fault and not the actor of it! you had continued in it some time: You say, seven Why, every fault's condemned, ere it be done: years together?

Mine were the very cipher of a function,
Elb. And a half, sir.

To fine the laults, whose fine stands in record,
Escal. Alas! it' hath been great pains to you! And let go by the actor.
They do you wrong to put you so oft upon 't: Are Isab.

O just, but severe law! there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? I had a brother then.- Heaven keep your honor! Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters:

(Retiring. as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for Lucio. [TO IS AB.) Give 't not o'er so: to him them. I do it for some piece of money, and go Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;

again, intreat him ; through with all.

Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some You are too cold; if you should need a pin
six or seven of the most sufficient of your parish. You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
Elb. To your worship’s house, sir?

To him, I say.
Escal. To my house: Fare you well. (Exit. Isab. Must he needs die ?
Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you.


Maiden, no remedy. Just. Eleven, sir.

Isah. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Just. I humbly thank you.

Ang. I will not do't. Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;


But you can, if you would ? But there's no remedy.

Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Escal.

It is but needful:

wrong? Mercy is not itself that oft looks so,

If so, your heart were touch'd with that remorse Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

As mine is to him. But yet, poor Claudio !—There's no remedy.


He's sentenced : 'tis too late. Come, sir.


Lucio. You are too cold. (TO ISABELLA.

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word,
SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. May call it back again: Well believe this,
Enter Provost and a Servant.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come the marshall's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, straight.

Become them with one half so good a grace,
I'll tell him of you.,

As mercy does. If he had been as you,
Prov. Pray you do. (Exit. Servant.) I'll know And you as he, you would have slipt like him;
His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas, But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
He hath but as offended in a dream !

Ang. Pray you, begone.
All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
To die for it!

And you were Isabel! should it then be thus?'

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,

And what a prisoner. Ang

Now what's the matter, Provost ? Lucio. Ay, touch hin): there's the vein, (Aside. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-mor- Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, row?

And you but waste your words. Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not


Alas! alas! order?

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once: Why dost thou ask again

And He that might the vantage best have took, Prov.

Lest I might be too rash: Found out the remedy: How would you be, Under your good correction, I have seen,

If He, which is the top of judgment, should When, after execution, judgment hath

But judge you as you are! O, think on that; Repented o'er his doom.

And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Ang.

Go to; let that be mine. Like man new made. Do your office, or give up your place,


Be you content, fair maid; And you shall well be spar'd.

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Prov. I crave your honor's pardon.

Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ?

It should be thus with him :- he must die to-mor-
She's very near her hour.

Dispose of her

Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him,
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
Re-enter Servant.

He's not prepard for death! Even for our kitchens

We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd With less respect than we do minister
Desires access to you.

To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink
Hath he a sister?

Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, Who is it that hath died for this offence?
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already.

There's many have committed it.

Ay, well said.
Well, let her be admitted. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath
(Exit Servant.

slept :
See you, the fornicatress be remov'd;
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;

Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,

If the first man that did the edict infringe,
There shall be order for it.

Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake;
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.

Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,

Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Proc. Save your honor! (Offering to retire. (Either now, or by remissness new-conceived,

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spare him:

And so in progress to be hatch'd and born) | That modesty may more betray our sense
Are now to have no súccessive degrees,

Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground But, where they live, to end.

enough, Isub.

Yet show some pity. Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; And pitch our evils there? O, fye, fye, fye!
For then I pity those I do not know,

What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo !
Which a dismiss d offence would after gall;

Dost thou desire her soully, for those things And do him right, that answering one foul wrong, That make her good? o, let her brother live: Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;

Thieves for their robbery have authority, Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.

When judges steal themselves. What do I love her, Isab. So you must be the first that gives this sen- That I desire to hear her speak again, tence;

And feast upon her eyes? What is 't I dream on! And he, that suffers: 0, it is excellent

O cunning enemy, that to catch a saint,
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous
To use it like a giant.

Is that templation, that doth goad us on
That's well said.

To sin in loving virtue; never could the strumpet Isab. Could great men thunder

With all her double vigor, art, and nature, As Jove himselt does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Once stir iny temper; but this virtuous maid 5 For every pelting,' petty officer,

Subdues me quite; - Ever, till now, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but when men were fond, I smil'd, and 'wonder'd how. thunder.

(Exit. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,

SCENE III.- A Room in a Prison. Split'st the unwedgeable and knarled. oak,

Enter DUKE, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Than the soft myrtle;- 0, but man, proud man! ; Drest in a little brief authority,

Duke. Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,

Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good

friar? His glassy essence, - like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, Here in the prison: do me the common right

I come to visit the afflicted spirits Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; To let me see them; and to make me know He's coming, I perceive't.

The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Pror.

Pray heaven, she win him! To them accordingly. Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them;

needful. But, in the less, foul profanation.

Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy:

Who, falling in the flames of her own youth, Lucio. Art advis d o' that? more on't.

Hath blister d her report: She is with child;
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?

And he that got it, sentenced: a young man
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, More fit to do another such offence,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

Than die for this.
That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom;


When must he die? Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.That's like my brother's fault: if it confess I have provided for you; stay awhile, (TO JULIET. A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

And you shall be conducted. Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Against my brother's life.

Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Ang. She speaks, and 'tis

Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.— Fare

conscience, you well.

And try your penitence, if it be sound, Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

Or hollowly put on. Ang. I will bethink me:- Come again to-mor


I'll gladly learn.

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Isab. Hark, how l'll bribe you: Good my lord,

Jutiet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong 'd him. turn back.

Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Ang. How, bribe me?

Was mutually committed ! Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share Juliet.

Mutually. with you.

Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Lucio. You had marr'd all else.

Juliel. I do contess it, and repent it, father. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested, gold Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor,

repent, As fancy values them: but with true prayers,

As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,

Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved' souls,

heaven; From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, To nothing temporal.

But as we stand in tear. Ang.

Well; come to me Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; Tu-morrow.

And take the shame with joy. Lucio. Go to: it is well; away. (Aside to Isab. Duke.

There rest. Isab. Heaven keep your honor sale!

Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Ang.

Amen: for I And I am going with instruction to him.Am that way going to temptation, (Aside. Grace go with you! Benedicile !

(Exit. Where prayers cross.

Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, Isab.

At what hour to-morrow That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Shall I attend your lordship?

Is still a dying horror!
At any time 'forenoon. Prov.

'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. Isab. Save your honor !

[Eteunt Lecto, ISABELLA, and Provost. SCENE IV.- A Room in Angelo's House. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !

Enter ANGELO. What's this? what's this? Is this her fault or mine! The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? ha! Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Not she; nor doth she tempt: But it is I,

pray That lying by the violet, in the sun,

To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,

Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,
Paltry. • Knotted. • Stamped.

As if I did but only chew his name;
1 Preserved from the corruption of the world. į And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil


How now,


Of my conception: The state, whercon I studied, When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Is like a good thing, being often read,

Proclaim an enshielde beauty ten times louder Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Than beauty could displayed. But mark me; Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Could I, with boot, a change for an idle plume, Your brother is to die. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Isab. So. How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Ang And his offence is so, as it appears Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls Accountant to the law upon that pain. To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood: Isab. True. Let's write good angel on the devil's horn

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, "Tis not the devil's crest.

(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,

But in the loss of question) that you, his sister, Enter Servant.

Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, who's there?

Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Serv.

One Isabel, a sister, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Desires access to you.

Of the all-binding law; and that there were Ang. Teach her the way. (Exit Serv. No earthly mean to save him, but that either O heavens!

You must lay down the treasures of your body Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; To this supposed, or else let him suffer ; Making both it unable for itself,

What would you do? And dispossessing all the other parts

Isab. As much for my poor brother as'myself; Of necessary titness?

That is, were I under the terms of death, So pluy the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Come all to help him, and so stop the air

And strip myself to death, as to a bed By which he should revive: and even so

That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, My body up to shame. Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Ang.

Then must your brother die.
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Isıb. And 'twere the cheaper way:
Must needs appear offence.

Better it were, a brother died at once,

Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

Should die for ever. How now, fair maid?

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence Isab.

I am come to know your pleasure. That you have slander'd so ? Ang. That you might know it, would much bet- Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, ter please me,

Are of two houses: lawful mercy is Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot Nothing akin to foul redemption. live.

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyIsab. Even so ? - Heaven keep your honor!


(Retiring. And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be A merriment than a vice. As long as you or I: Yet he must die.

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Isab. Under your sentence?

To have what we'd have, we speak not what we Ang. Yea.

Isab. When? I beseech you? that in his reprieve, I something do excuse the thing I hate, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,

For his advantage that I dearly love. That his soul sicken not.

Ang. We are all frail. Ang. Ha! fye, these filthy vices! It were as good Isab.

Else let my brother die, To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen If not a feodary, but only he, A man already made, as to remit

Owe, and succeed by weakness. Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, Ang.

Nay, women are frail too. In stamps ihat are forbid: 'tis all as easy

Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themFalsely to take away a life true made,

selves; As to put mettle in restrained means,

Which are as easy broke as they make forms. To make a false one.

Women! - Help heaven! men their creation mar Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;

Ang. Say you so ? then I shall pose you quickly. For we are soit as our complexions are,
Which had you rather, that the most 'just law And credulous to false prints."
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Ang.

I think it well:
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, And from this testimony of your own sex,
As she that he hath stained ?

(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Isab.

Sir, believe this, Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold; I had rather give my body than my soul.

I do arrest your words; be that you are, Ang. I talk not of your soul; our compelld sins That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; Stand more for number than accompt.

If you be one, (as you are well express'd Isab.

How say you? By all external warrants,) show it now, Ang. Nay I'll not warrant that; for I can speak By putting on the destin'd livery. Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;

Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentlo my lord, I, now the voice of the recorded law,

Let me entreat you, speak the former language. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:

Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Might there not be a charity in sin,

Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me To save this brother's life?

That he shall die for it. Isab.

Please you to do it, Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. I'll take it as a peril to my soul,

Isab. I know your virtue hath a licence in 't, It is no sin at all, but charity.

Which seems a little fouler than it is,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do it at peril of your soul, To pluck on others.
Were equal poise of sin and charity.


Believe me, on mine honor, Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,

My words express my purpose.
Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, İsab. Ha! little honor to be much believ'd,
If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer

And most pernicious purpose !-- Seeming, seeming. To have it added to the faults of mine,

I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for 't: And nothing of your answer.

Sign me a present pardon for my brother. Ang.

Nay, but hear me: Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Your sense pursues not mine: either you are igno- Aloud, what man thou art. rant,


Who will believe thee, Isabel? Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.

My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, But graciously to know I ain no better.

Will so your accusation overweigh, Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, | That you shall stille in your own report, 3 Progt. • The people.

4 Covered. Associate. 6 Own. ? Impressions

And smell of calumny. I have begun;

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, And now I give my sensual race the rein:

Either of condemnation or approof! Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ;

Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, That hanish what they sue for; redeem thy brother To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : By yielding up thy body to my will;

Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Or else he must not only die the death,

Yet hath he in him such a mind of honor,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out That had he twenty heads to tender down
To lingering suilerance: answer me to-morrow, On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Before his sister should her body stoop
rll prove a tyrant to him: As for you,

To such abhorrd pollution.
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:

[Erit. More than our brother is our chastity: Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Erit.


SCENE I.- 4 Room in the Prison.

Yet hear them. (Exeunt Duke and Provost.

Enter Duke, CLAUDIO, and Provost.

Now, sister, what's the comfort?

Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good indeed: Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord Lord Angelo, having atlairs to heaven,

! Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, where you shall be an everlasting lieger ::

you for But only hope :

Therefore your best appointment make with speed; I have hope to live, and am prepard to die.

To-morrow you set on. Duke. Be absolute for death: 'either death, or life,


Is there no remedy? Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,- Isab. None, but such a remedy, as to save a head, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing

To cleave a heart in twain. That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,


But is there any? (Servile to all the skiey influences)

Isab. Yes, brother, you may live; That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;

If you'll implore it, that will free your life For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun,

But fetter you till death. And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble;


Perpetual durance?
For all the accommodations that thou bear'st,
Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means

Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance: a restraint,

Though all the world's vastidity you had, valíant;

To a determined scope. For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork


But in what nature! Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,

Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to 't) And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly tear'st Would bark your honor from that trunk you bear, Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; And leave you naked. For thou exist'st on many thousand grains


Let me know the point. That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not; Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get;

Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,
And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain; And six or seven winters more respect
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects..
After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor;

Than a perpetual honor. Dar'st thou die?

The sense of death is most in apprehension;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,

And the poor beetle that we tread upon,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none;

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great

As when a giant dies. For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,


Why give you me this shame? The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

Think you I can a resolution fetch
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheuni,
For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, I will encounter darkness as a bride,

From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
nor age;

And hug it in mine arms. But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth bey the alms

Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,

Thou art too noble to conserve a life Thou hast neither heat, affection. Iimb, nor beauty, In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,-To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, Whose settled visage and deliberate word That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, Asfalcon doth the fowl,- is yet a devil;

Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth enmew, That makes these odds all even.

His filth within being cast, he would appear Claud.

I humbly thank you. A pond as deep as hell. To sue to live, I find. I seek to die;


The princely Angelo ! And seeking death, find life: Let it come on. Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, Enter ISABELLA.

The vilest body to invest and cover Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good in princely guards! Dost thou think, Claudio,

If company!

would yield him my virginity, Prop. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves 'Thou might'st be freed !

Cland. a welcome.

0, heavens! It cannot be. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.

Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you.

offence, Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. So I to offend him still: This night's the time, Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's That I should do what I abhor to name,

Or else thou diest to-morrow. your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you.


Thou shalt not do't. Prov. As many as you please.

Isab. 0, were it but my life,
Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be I'd throw it down for your deliverance

As frankly as a pin.

Thanks, dear Isabel. • Reluctant

• Affects, affections. 1 Leprous eruptions.

3 Resident.


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