Hath blifter'd her report: fhe is with child; Than die for this. Duke. When must he die? Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. [To Juliet. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you, how you fhall arraign your confcience, And try your penitence if it be found, Or hollowly put on. Juliet. I'll gladly learn. Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Juliet. Yes, as I lov'd the woman that wrong'd him. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed. Juliet. Mutually. Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father. Duke. "Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not, As that the fin hath brought you to this fhame? Which forrow's always tow'rds ourselves, not heav'n; Showing we'd not seek heaven, as we love it, But as we ftand in fear. Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the fhame with joy. Duke. There reft. Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow, And fo the Countess, in All's Well that ends Well. And fo Profpero, in The Tempeft; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the ftrongeft oaths are ftraw So grace gowith you; benedicite. Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh, injurious love, That refpites me a life, whofe very comfort Is ftill a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. Ang. SCENE changes to the Palace. W [Exit. [Exeunt. Hen I would pray and think, I think and pray And in my heart the ftrong and swelling evil Enter Servant. How now, who's there?. Serv. One Ifabel, a fifter, defires access to you. And difpoffeffing all my other parts Of neceffary fitnefs? So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons; By which he should revive: and even fo The The gen❜ral fubjects to a well-wifht King Quit their own part, and in obfequious fondness Ifab. I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might know it, would much better please me, Than to demand, what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. Ijab. Ev'n fo?-Heav'n keep your Honour! [Going. Ang. Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be, As long as you or I; yet he must die. Ifab. Under your sentence? Ang. Yea. Ifab. When, I beseech you? that in this reprieve, Longer or fhorter, he may be fo fitted, That his foul ficken not. Ang. Ha? fy, thefe filthy vices! 'twere as good Their fawcy fweetness, that do coin heav'ns image As to put metal in restrained means, To make a falfe one. Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heav'n, but not in earth. Ang. And fay you fo? then I fhall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to fuch sweet uncleanness As fhe, that he hath ftain'd ? Ifab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my foul. Ang. I talk not of your foul; our compell'd fins Stand more for number than accompt. Ifab. How fay you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I fay. Anfwer to this: I, now the voice of the recorded law, Ifab. Please you to do't, I'll take it as a peril to my foul, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't at peril of your foul, Ifab. That I do beg his life, if it be fin, Ang. Nay, but hear me: Your fenfe purfues not mine: either, you're ignorant; Or feem fo, craftily; and that's not good. Ifab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Ang. Thus wifdom wishes to appear most bright, Ifab. So. Ang. And his offence is fo, as it appears Ang. Admit no other way to fave his life, Ifab. As much for my poor brother, as myfelf; That longing I've been fick for, ere I'd yield Ang. Then muft your brother die. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the fentence, That you have flander'd fo? Ifab. An ignominious ranfom, and free pardon, Are of two houfes; lawful mercy, fure, Is nothing kin to foul redemption. Ang. You feem'd of late to make the law a tyrant, And rather prov'd the fliding of your brother A merriment, than a vice. Ifab. Oh pardon me, my Lord; it oft falls out, To have what we would have, we fpeak not what we mean: I fomething do excufe the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love. Ang. We are all frail. Ijab. Elfe let my brother die, (13) If not a feodary, but only he, (13) Elfe let my brother die, If not a feodary, but only be, &c.] This is fo obfcure a paffage, but fo fine in its application, that it deferves to be explain'd.. A feodary was one, that, in the times of vaffalage, held lands of the chief Lord, under the tenure of paying rent and service: which tenures were call'd feuda amongst the Goths. This being premifed, let us come as a paraphrafe of our Author's words. "We are all "frail, fays Angelo, yes, replies Isabella; if all mankind were not "feodaries, who owe what they have to this tenure of imbecillity, "and who fucceed each other by the fame tenure, as well as my "brother, I would give him up." And the comparing mankind, (who, according to fome Divines, lie under the weight of original fin,) to a feodary, who owes fuit and fervice to his Lord, is, I think, one of the most beautiful allufions imaginable. Q.3 Mr. Warburton. |