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pleafe me, Than to demand, what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.
Isab. Ev'n fo!-Heav'n keep your Honour! [Going
Ang. Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
Isab. Under your sentence?
I ab. When, I beseech you?', that in his reprieve,
Aing. Hai ly, these filthy vices ! 'twere as good
llab. 'Tis set down fo in heav'n, but not in earth.
Ang. And say you so ? then I Thall poze vou quickly, Which had you rather, that the noit juft law No:v took your brother's life; or, 10 redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanneis, As me, that he hath ftain'd?
llab. Sir, believe this,' I had rather give my body than my soul.
Ang. I talk not of your soul; cur compellid fins Stand more for number than accompt.
Ijab. How fay you?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that ; for I can speak Against the thing I say. 'Answer to this:
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
lieb. Please you to do't,
Ing. Pleas'd you to do't at peril of your soul,
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be fin,
Ang. Nay, but hear me ;
Ijab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom withes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself: as thefe black masques Proclaim an en-fhield beauty ten times louder, Than beauty could display'd. Bat mark me, To be received plain, I'll speak more grofs ;' Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain,
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
brother from the manacles Of the all-holding law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You muft lay down the treasures of your body To this suppos’d, or else to let him suffer; What would you do?
chief Lord, under the tenure of paying rent and reminds of the
Peb. As much for' my poor brother, as myself;
Ang. Then must your brother die..
Ijab. And 'twere the cheaper way; Better it were, a broiber dy'd at once ; Than that a fifter, by redeeming him, Should die for evera
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
Isab. An ignominious ransom, and free pardon,
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law, a tyrant,
Isab. Oh pardon me, my Lord ; it oft falls out,
Ang. We are all frail.
'If not a feodary, but only be, &c.) This is fo- obfcure a pale farge, but so fine in its application, that it deserves to be explan'da A feodary was one, that in the times of vafalage, held
which tenures were callid ferda amongst the Gorbs. This being premised, let us come to a paraphrare of our Author's words. We are all “ frail, says Argelo; yeś, réplies Isabella; if all mankind were not “ feod.iries, who owe what they have to this tenure of imbecillitys 65 and who succeed each other by the faine tenure, as well as my u brother, I would give him up.' And the comparing mankind, (who, according to some Divines, lie under the weight of origin it fin.) to a feudary, who owrs fuit and ferrvice to his Lords is, I think, que of the most beautiful allufions imaginable,
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.
Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;
Ang. I think it well;
you be one, as you are well exprefs'd By all external warrants, shew it now, By putting on the destin'd livery.
Ijab. I have no tongue but one; gentle my Lord, Let me intreat you, speak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Ijab. My brother did love Juliet ; And you
toll me, that lie Mall die for it,
Ifab. I know, your virtue hach a licence in't,
Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
Tjab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel?
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite,