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But yet, poor Claudio !
there's no remedy. Come, Sir.
Enter Provost, and a Servant.
Ang. Did not I tell thee, yea ? hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again ?
Prov. Lest I might be too rash.
Ang. Go to; let that be mine.
Prov. I crave your pardon,
Ang. Dispose of her
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Ang. Hath he a fifter?
Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a fifter-hood, If not already.
Ang. Well; let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. See you, the fornicarrels be remov'd; Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for it.
S CE N E E VII.
Enter Lucio and Isabella.
[To Isab.] Y’are welcome; what's your will? Ifaó. I am a woful suitor to your Honour, Please but your Honour hear nie.
Ang. Well; what's your fuit?
Isab. There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most desire Mould meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not pled, but that I am s At war, 'twixt will, and will not.
Ang. Well; the matter?
1 cb. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : I do befeech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother.
Priv. Heav'n give thee moving graces !
Aig. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condenin'd, ere it be done ; Mine were the very cipher of a function, To find the fauls, whose fine hands in the record, And let go by the actor.
Isab. O just, but levere liw! I had a brother then; heav'n keep your Honour !
It is not c'ear why the Pro- haps it may be mended by rcadvolt is bidden in tay, nor when ing, ho goes out.
For which I must now plead, but s For u bich I must not plead,
yet I am but that I am
At war, 'twixt will and will At war twixt will, and ceill let and that are almol undistinmat.] This is obfcure, per- guitable in a manufcript.
Lucio. (To Isab.) give not o'er fo: to him again,
Ijab. Must he needs die?
And neither heav'n, nor man, grieve at the
mercy, Ang. I will not do’t. Ifab. But can you if you would ? Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no
Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.
Ang. Pray you, be gone.
Isab. I would to heav'n I had your potency, And you were Isabel; should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'were to be a judge, . And what a prisoner.
Lucio. (afide.) Ay, touch him; there's the vein.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Why, all the fouls that were, were forfeit once ;
Ang. Be you content, Fair maid.
[ Afde. Ang. The law hath not been dead, tho' it hath
all the fouls that WERE.] that you will
appear as amiable as This is talle divinity. We should man come fresh out of the hands of Tead. ARE. WIRPURTUN. his creator.
WARBURTON. 7 And mercy then will breathe
Like a prophet, witbir your lips,
Looks in a glass.) This al. Like mnan new mode ] This is a lures to the fopperies of the Berfine thought, and hnely expresi- rii, much used at that time by ed: The meaniog is, that mercy cheats and fortune-iellers to prewill add fich grace to your perfons ditt by. WARBURTON.
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,
Isab. Yet Thew some pity.
Ang. I thew it most of all, when I flie w justice';
9 But ere they live to end.] myself fwayed to mercy, let me This is very fagaciously tubiti- remember, that there is a mercy tuced by Sir Thomas Hanmer for, likewise due to the Country. 'but here they live.
· As makes the angels weep ;) Shew fome pity.
The notion of angels weeping Ang. I fhew it most of all, when for the fins of men is rabbinical. I shew juftice;
Ob peccatum flentes angelos For then I pity those I do not inducunt Hebræorum magiftri,
know :). This was one of Grotius ad Lucam. Hale's memorials. When I find