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Ere sun-rise; prayers from preservedt souls,
Well; come to me
[Aside to Isabel. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Ang.
Amen : for I Am that way going to temptation,
[Aside. Where prayers cross. Isab,
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour!
[Ereunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. 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*? 0, fy, fy, fy, 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 lier, 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
• See 2 Kings, X. 27.
To sin in loving virtue; never could the strumpet,
A room in a prison.
Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost.
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are. 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 crinies, that I may minister To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
When must he die?
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the siu you carry?
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed ? Juliet.
Mutually. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter : But lest you do
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
[Erit. 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. [Exeunt.
A room in Angelo's house.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
pray, To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Could I, with boot*, change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place; O form! How often dost thou with thy caset, thy habit, 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, 'Tis not the devil's crest.
How now, who's there?
One Isabel, a sister,
Teach her the way.
(Exit Servant. O heavens! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; Making both it upable for itself,
And dispossessing all the other parts
How now, fair maid?
I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might kvow it, would much better
please me, Than to demand what'tis. Your brother cannot live. Isab. Even so ?--Heaven keep your honour!
[Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, As long as you, or I: Yet he must die.
Isab. Under your sentence?
Isab. When, I beseecli you? that in his reprieve,
Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices ! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, In stamps that are forbid ; 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, As to put mettle in restrained means, To make a false one.
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth,
Ang. Say you so? then I shall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, That the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,