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Finding yourself defir'd of such a person,
Whole credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the * all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let him fuffer ;
What would

you

do ?
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself;
That is, were I under the terms of death,
Th’impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing I've been seek for, ere lod yield
My body up to shame.

Ang. Then must your brother die.

Ijab. And 'twere the cheaper way Better it were, a brother dy'd at once ; Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence, That you have Nander'd so ?

Ijab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon,
Are of two houses ; lawful mercy, sure,
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant,
And rather prov'd the fliding of your brother
A merriment, than a vice.

Isab. Oh pardon me, my lord ; it oft falls out,
To have what we would have, we speak not what we
I something do excuse the thing I hate, mean;
For his advantage that I dearly love.

Ang. We are all frail.
Isab. Elle let my brother die.

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The old editions read all hans we should read, building law. from which the Better it were a brother dy'd lo: Editois hive made all holding ; once, yet M-. Theobald has binding in Than that a fifter, by redeeming one of his copies.

him, 8 a brother dy d at once ) Pure Should die for ever.

If not a feodary, but only he, 9
* Owe, and succeed by weakness.

Ang. Nay, women are frail too.

Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves ; Which are as easy broke, as they make forms.' Women !-help heav'n! men their creation mar,

In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ; For we are loft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints, 3

Ang. I think it well; And from this testimony of your own sex, Since, I suppose, we're made to be no ftrorger, Than faults may shake our frames, let me be bold. I do arrest your words : Be That you are, That is, a woman; if you're more you're none ; Jf

you be one, as you are well express'd By all external warrants, shew it now, By putting on the destin'd livery.

Isab. I have no tongue but one. Gentle my lord, Let me intreat you, speak the former language. +

9 If not a foedary, but only he, * To owe is in this place, to &c.] 1 bis is so obscure, but the own, to bold, to have poifeilion. allufion so fine, that it deserves

-Glassesto be explain'd. A feodary was Which are as easy broke, one, that in the times of vassa.

they make forms, ] lage held lands of the chief lord, Would it not be better to read, under the tenuse of paying rent take forms ? and service : which tenures were * In profiting ly them.) In imicallid feuda amongst the Goths. tacing them, in taking them for Now, says Angelo, we are all examples. frail ; yes, replies Isabella; if 3 And credulous to false prints.] " all mankind were not feoda- i.e. take any impreffion. Warb. “ ries, who owe what they are

Speak the F'RMER to this tenure of imbecillity, language.) We should read for" and who succeed each other MAL, which he hare uses for by the same enure, as well plain, direct.

WARBURTON. as my brother, I would give Isabella answers to this circum

The comparing locutory courtship, that the has mankind, lying under the weight but one tongue, he does not unof original sin, to a feodary, who deritand this new phrase, and owes suit and service to his lord, desires him to talk his former is, I think, not ill imagined. language, that is, to talk as he WARBURTON. caine before.

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Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; And you tell me, that he shall die for it.

Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love,

Ifab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, ?
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.

Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.

Ijab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
And most pernicious purpose !-seeming, seeming!-5
I will proclaim thee, Angelo ; look fort :
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or, with an out-stretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Aloud, what man thou art.

Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
My unfoil'd name, th' auftereness of my life,

My vouch against you, and my place i'ch' state,
Will so our accufation over weigh,
That you shall ftifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny. I have begun;
And now I give my sensual race the rein.
Fit they content to my sharp appetite,
Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for : redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will:

5 I know

your

virtue hath a his vouch, has something fine. licence in't,) Alluding to the li. Vouch is the testimony one man cences given by Miniflers to bears for another. So that, by their Spies, to go into all suf- this, he insinuates his authority pected companies and join in the was so great, chat his denial would language of Malecon enos, have the same credit that a vouch WARBURTON. or testimony has in ordinary case?.

:. 6 — feeming, seeming !

WARBURTON. Hypocrisy, hypocrily; counter I believe this beauty is merely feit virtue.

imaginary, and that vouch a7 My vouch against you,] The gain't means no more than de.. calling his denial of her charge, nial.

Or

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As for you,

Say what

Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To ling’ring sufferance. Answer me to-morrow;
Or by th' affection that now guides ne molt,
l'll prove a tyrant to him. As for
you can; my false o’erweighs your true.

(Exit.
Isab. To whom should I complain? did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O most perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self fame tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof;
Bidding the law make curtesy to their will;
Hooking both right and wrong to th' appecite,
To follow, as it draws. I'll to my brother.
Tho' he hath fall’n by pronipture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
That had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up;
Before his fifter should her body itoop
To such abhorr’d pollution.
Then, Isabel, live chaste; and, brother die ;
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request;
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's Rest. [Exit.

8 — die the death.] This Midfimmer Nig!t's Dream. Preseems to be a solemn phrase for pere to die the date death inflicted by law. So in 9 — prompture | Sagger

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À CT III.

SCENE I.

The Prison.

Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.

DUKE.

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O, then you've hope of pardon from lord Angelo?

Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, But only Hope: I've hope to live, and am prepar’d to

die. Duke. Be absolute for death : 9 or death or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing, That none but fools would keep; ' a breath thou art Servile to all the skiey influences That do this habitation,' where thou keep'st,

me

9 Be abfolate for death.) De Tragedy of Tancred and Sigildetermined to die, without any munda, Act 4. Scene 3. hope of life. Horace.

Not that she Recks this -The hour which exceeds expe&ta life tion will be welcome.

And Shakespeare in The Two GenThat none but fools would tlemen of Verona, keep.) But this reading is not Recking as little what betidets on y contrary to all Sense and Reason ; but to the Drilt of this

WARBURTON. moral Discourse. The Duke, in The meaning seems plainly his assum'd Character of a Friar, this, that none but fools would with is endeavouring to instil into the to keep life; or, none but fools condemn'd Prisoner a Refigna- would keep it. if choice were riop of Mind to his Sentence ; allowed. A sense, which, whebut the sense of the Lines, in ther true or not, is certainly ia. this Reading, is a direct Persua. five to Suicide : I make no Doubt, 2 That do this habitation ) but the Poet wrote,

This reading is fubitiluted by Tbat none but fools would reck. Sir Thomas Hanmer, for that i. e, care for, be anxious about, deft, regret the loss of, So in the

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