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drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the Repented o'er his doom. bawds.
Go to; let that be mine : Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can Do you your office, or give up your place, tell you : it is but heading and hanging.
you Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that Prov.
I crave your honor's pardon. way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? out a commission for more heads. If this law hold She's very near her hour. in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the, fairest house in it Ang.
Dispose of her after three pence a day. If you live to see this To some more fitter place, and that with speed. come to pass, say, Pompey told you so.
Re-enter Servant. Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requi Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd tal of your prophecy, hark you :-) advise you, let Desires access to you. me not find you before me again upon any complaint
Hath he a sister? whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, prove a shrewd Cæsar to you. In plain dealing, if not already. Pompey, I shall have you whipt. So, for this time,
Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Exit Servant. Pompey, fare you well. clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel, Let her have needful, but not lavish, means ;
See you the fornicatress be remov'd :
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.
Proo. Save your honor ! [Offering to go. Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come
Ang. Stay a little while.—[ To Isab.] Y’are wel. hither, master constable. How long have you been
come: what's your will ?
Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honor, in this place of constable ? Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.
Please but your honor hear me. Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office,
Well; what's your suit ? you had continued in it some time. You say, seven
Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice, years together? Elb. And a half, sir.
For which I would not plead, but that I must; Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you. For which I must not plead, but that I am They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't. Are At war 'twixt will, and will not. there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Ang.
Well; the matter ? Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters.
Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : As they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for I do beseech you, let it be his fault, them: I do it for some piece of money, and
go through with all.
Prov. [ Aside.] Heaven give thee moving graces ! Escal. Look you bring me in the names of some
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done. Elb. To your worship’s house, sir ?
Mine were the very cipher of a function, Escal. To my house. Fare you well. [Exit Elbow. To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, What's o'clock, think you?
And let go by the actor.
Isab. Just. Eleven, sir.
O just, but severe law ! Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me.
I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honor! Just. I humbly thank you.
[Going. Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
Lucio. [ To Isab.] Giv't not o'er so: to him again, But there's no remedy.
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Just. Lord Angelo is severe. Escal.
It is but needful:
You are too cold: if you should need a pin, Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it. Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
To him, I say.
Isab. Must he needs die ?
Maiden, no remedy.
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, SCENE II.-Another Room in the Same.
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do't.
But can you, if you would ? Sero. He's hearing of a cause : he will come
Ang. Look; what I will not, that I cannot do. I'll tell him of you.
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Proc. Pray you, do. (Exit Servant.] I'll know
wrong, His pleasure; may be, he will relent. Alas!
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
As mine is to him ? He hath but as offended in a dream:
He's sentenc'd: 'tis loo late.
Lucio. [To IsaB.] Thou art too cold.
Isab. Too late ? why, no; I, that do speak a word,
May call it back again : Well believe this, Pror. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea ? hadst thou not order? The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Why dost thou ask again?
Lest I might be too rash. Become them with one half so good a grace your good correction, I have seen,
a i. e., Let my brother's fault die, but let not him suffer.When, after execution, judgment hath
:-"Well believe this," i. e., be well assured of this.
As mercy does. If he had been as you, and you as he, Lucio. [To IsaB.] O, to him, to him, wench! He You would have slipt like him; but he, like you, He's coming; I perceive't.
(will relent: Would not have been so stern.
Prov. [Aside.] Pray heaven, she win him! Ang.
Pray you, begone. Isab. 6 You cannot weigh our brother with yourself: Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them, And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus i But in the less foul profanation.
[o' that. No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Lucio. [ To Isab.) Thou'rt in the right, girl: more And what a prisoner.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Lucio. [ Aside.] Ay, touch him; there's the vein. Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Lucio. [ Aside.] Art avis'd o' that i more on't. And you but waste your words.
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Against my brother's life.
[Aside.] She speaks, and 'tis It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. [To her.] Were he my kinsman, brother, or my sop,
Fare you well. It should be thus with him: he must die to-morrow. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, Ang. I will bethink me.-Come again to-morrow. spare him!
Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you. Good my lord, He's pot prepar'd for death. Even for our kitchens Ang. How ! bribe me?
[turn back. We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you: Lucio. [ Aside. ] You had marr'd all else. Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
Isab. Not with "fond circles of the 6tested gold, There's many have committed it.
Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor Lucio.
[ Aside.] Ay, well said. As fancy values them; but with true prayers, Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath That shall be up at heaven, and enter there Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, [slept : Ere sun-rise : prayers from preserved souls, If the first one, that did th' edict infringe, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake; To nothing temporal. Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet, Ang.
Well; come to me to-morrow. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Lucio. [To IsaB.] Go to; 'tis well: away! Either 3 new, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Isab. Heaven keep your honor safe ! [ Going And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,
[ Aside.] Amen: Are now to have no successive degrees,
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall,
Isab. Save your honor! And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied:
From thee; even from thy virtue ! Your brother dies to-morrow: be content. (tence, What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?
Isab. So you must be the first that gives this sen- The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! And he that suffers. 0! it is excellent
Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
[ Aside.] That's well said. Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Isab. Could great men thunder
That modesty may more betray our sense [enough, As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground For every "pelting, petty officer
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Would use his heaven for thunder;
And pitch our offals there? O, fie, fie, fie ! Nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven!
What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo ? Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Dost thou desire her foully for those things Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
That make her good ? 0, let her brother live! Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man! Thieves for their robbery have authority, Drest in a little brief authority,
When judges steal themselves. What do I love her, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
That I desire to hear her speak again, His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
And feast upon her eyes ? " What is't I dream on? Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, As make the angels weep; who, with our d spleens, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue. Never could the strumpet, "Like man new made," i, e., like the first man in his days of innocence. Alluding to fortune-tellers, who pretended "Overvalued. -- Attested ; stamped. "Preserved" from to see future events in a glass.-- Paltry-Il-humor ; un- the corruptions of the world. The carrion grows putrid seasonable mirth. Laugh mortal," 1. e., laugh themselves by those beams that increase the fragrance of the violet out of their immortality.
**Sense" for sensual appetite.
With all her double vigor, art and nature,
Is like a good thing, being often read, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Grown 5 sear and tedious, yea, my gravity, Subdues me quite. Even from youth till now, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. Could I, with bboot, change for an idle plume,
[Exit. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
How often dost thou with thy d case, thy habit, SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison.
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls Enter DUKE, * as a Friar, and Provost. To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood: Duke. Hail to you, provost; so I think you are.
Let's write good e angel on the devil's horn,
'Tis not the devil's crest.
One Isabel, a sister, Here in the prison : do me the common right Desires access to you. To let me see them, and to make me know
Teach her the way. [Erit Sero The nature of their crimes, that I may minister O heavens ! To them accordingly.
[needful. Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Making it both unable for itself, Enter JULIET.
And dispossessing all my other parts Look; here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Of necessary fitness ? Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; Hath blister'd her report. She is with child,
Come all to help him, and so stop the air And he that got it, sentenc'd-a young man
By which he should revive: and even so More fit to do another such offence,
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, Than die for this.
Quit their own path, and in obsequious fondness Duke. When must he die?
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught lovo Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
Must needs appear offence. [TO JULIET.] I have provided for you: stay awhile,
Enter Is ABELLA. And you shall be conducted.
How now, fair maid ? Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Isab.
I am come to know your pleasure. Juliet. I do, and bear the shame most patiently. Ang. That you might know it, would much better
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your please me,
Isab. Even so.--Heaven keep your honor!
[Going. Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. As long as you, or I: yet he must die.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Isab. Under your sentence ?
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen As that the sin hath brought you to this shame; A man already made, as to remit Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven, Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image Showing, we would not 3 serve heaven, as we love it, In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy But as we stand in fear.
Falsely to take away a life true made, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil,
As to put metal in restrained means, And take the shame with joy.
To make a false one. Duke.
There & rest.
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
Ang. Say you so ? then, I shall poze you quickly. And I am going with instruction to him.
Which had you rather, that the most just law Grace go with you! Benedicite!
[Exit. Now took your brother's life, or to redeem him Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness That respites me a life, whose very comfort As she that he hath stain'd ? Is still a dying horror!
Sir, believe this, Proo. 'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt. I had rather give my body than my soul.
Ang. I talk not of your soul. Our compellid sins SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House. Stand more for number than for i accompt.
How say you? Enter ANGELO.
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Against the thing I say. Answer to this :pray
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Profit.- "For vain," i. e., for being vain. Outside.
"Let's write good angel," &c. ; i. e., Though we should And in my heart the strong and swelling evil write good angel on the devil's horn, it will not change his Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied, nature, or give him a right to exhibit an angel for his crest.
- Crowds.-" The general," i. e., the people; the multi
tude.-hi, e., that hath killed a man. - i. e., sins of compul. all There rest," i e., rest in this frame of mind. sion are not imputed to us by Heaven as crimes.
Might there not be a charity in sin,
Nay, women are frail too. To save this brother's life?
Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves, Isab.
Please you to do't, Which are as easy broke as they make forms. I'll take it as a peril to my soul :
Women!-Help heaven! men their creation mar It is no sin at alî, but charity.
In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, For we are soft as our complexions are, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
And credulous to false mprints. Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
I think it well; Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, And from this testimony of your own sex, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn-prayer
(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger, To have it added to the faults of mine,
Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold: And nothing of your & answer.
I do arrest your words. Be that you are, Ang.
Nay, but hear me That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
By all external warrants,) show it now,
Isab. I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord,
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Your brother is to die.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Isab. So.
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
Believe me, on mine honor, Isab. True.
My words express my purpose. Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
'Isab. Ha! little honor to be much believ'd, (As I 'subscribe not that, nor any other,
And most pernicious purpose !-Seeming, seemBut in the force of E question) that you, his sister, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't: [ing ! Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world Could fetch your brother from the manacles Aloud what man thou art. of the all-binding law; and that there were Ang.
Who will believe thee, Isabel ? No earthly mean to save him, but that either My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, You must lay down the treasures of your body * May P vouch against you, and my place i' the state, To this h suppos'd, or else to let him suffer, Will so your accusation overweigh, What would you do?
That you shall stifle in your own report, Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: And smell of calumny. I have begun, That is, were I under the terms of death,
And now I give my sensual race the rein: Th' impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; And strip myself to death, as to a bed
Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
By yielding up thy body to my will,
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way.
To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow, Better it were, a brother died at once,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you, Should die for ever.
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Ang. Were not you, then, as cruel, as the sentence
[Exit. That you have slander'd so ?
Isab. To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. 'Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths ! Are of two houses: lawful mercy is
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Nothing akin to foul redemption.
Either of condemnation or 'approof, Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; Bidding the law make court'sy to their will, And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Hooking both right and wrong to th' appetite, A merriment, than a vice.
To follow as it draws. I'll to my brother: Isab. O, pardon me, my lord ! it oft falls out, Though he hath fallen by "prompture of the blood, To have what we would have, we speak not what we Yet hath he in him such a mind of honor, I something do excuse the thing I hate, [mean. That had he twenty heads to tender down For his advantage that I dearly love.
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Ang. We are all frail.
Before his sister should her body stoop Isab.
Else let my brother die, To such abhorr'd pollution. If not a feodary, but only he,
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Owe, and succeed this weakness.
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, *" of your answer," i.e., for you to answer:-6" Crafty,” And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Ezit. i e., being crafty.- Accuse." Inshell'a," i. e., hidden. • Penalty." Subscribe not," 1. e., agree not to.-- "In the force of question," i. e., in the way of supposition. Sup 11. e., "Men debase their natures by taking advantage of posed person. Ignominy. The meaning of this obscure women's weakneas." - Impressions.i.e, * You are
privi. passage seems to be: "If we are not all frail, let my brother leged to assume an air of licentiousness, in order to detect die; if he alone offend, and have no feodary companion) in others." - Hypocrisy.-P Declare.- q Dilatory; tediousthis weakness."
1 Approval. Temptation ; instigation,
Therefore, your best appointment make with speed;
Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head Enter Duke, as a Friar, CLAUDIO, and Provost. To cleave a heart in twain.
Claud. Duke. So then, you hope of pardon from lord
But is there any ?
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live : Claud. The miserable have
[Angelo? There is a devilish mercy in the judge, No other medicine, but only hope. I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.
If you'll implore it, that will free your life.
But fetter you till death.
Perpetual durance ?
Isab. Ay, just; perpetual durance: a restraint, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would bkeep: a breath thou art, iTo a determin'd scope.
Though all the world's kvastidity you had, Servile to all the skyey influences,
But in what nature ? That I do this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Isab. In such a one as, you consenting to it, Hourly alict. Merely, thou art death's fool;
Would bark your honor from that trunk you bear, For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun,
And leave you naked. And yet run'st toward him still: thou art not noble;
Let me know the point. For all th' accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs’d by baseness: thou art by no means valiant; Lest thou a feverous life 3 would'st entertain,
Isab. O! I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
And six or seven winters more respect, of a poor worm : thy best of rest is sleep,
Than a perpetual honor. Dar'st thou die?
The sense of death is most in apprehension,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang, as great
As when a giant dies.
Why give you me this shame?
From flowery tenderness! If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride, For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
And hug it in mine arms.
[grave Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
Isab. There spake my brother: there my father's And death unloads thee: friend hast thou none;
Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy For ending thee no sooner: thou hast nor youth, nor
Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth nenmew But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.
The 4 priestly Angelo? Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
The damned'st body to invest and cover That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
In priestly garb! Dost thou think, Claudio,
If I would yield him my virginity,
I humbly thank you.
Thou might'st be freed.
O, heavens! it cannot be. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die,
Isab. Yes, he would give 't thee from this rank And, seeking death, find life: let it come on. Isab. [Without.) What, ho! Peace here ; grace That I should do what I abhor to name,
So to offend him still. This night's the time ["offence, and good company!
Or else thou diest to-morrow. Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves
Thou shalt not do't.
Isab. O! were it but my life,
As o frankly as a pin.
Thanks, dear Isabel. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior; here's Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow. Duke. Provost, a word with you. [your sister. Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, Proo. As many as you please.
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, Duke. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may when he would P force it? Sure, it is no sin;
be conceal'd. [E.ceunt Duke and Provost. Or of the deadly seven it is the least. Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ?
Isab. Which is the least? Isab.
Why, as all Claud. If it were damnable, he being so wise, Comforts are; most good, most good, indeed. Why would he for the momentary trick Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Be perdurably fin'd ?- Isabel! Intends you for his swift ambassador,
Isab. What says my brother? Where you shall be an everlasting blieger:
Death is a fearful thing. • Determined._ Care for --Dwellest. - Shakespeare Preparation - Vastness of extent.--1" To a determin'd here adopts the error that a worm (or serpent) wounds with scope," 1. e., a confinement of your mind to one painful his tongue, and that his tongue is forked. Affections; pns. idea. Restrain ; shut up." From this rank offence," i. sions of the mind. Serpigo is a leprous eruption. Bolde., from the time of my committing this rank offence. age Resident
• Freely.- Enforce.- Lastingly.