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are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them: I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.
Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.
El. To your worship's house, sir ?
Escal. To my house : fare you well. [Exit Elbow.] What's o'clock, think you?
Just. Eleven, sir.
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
It is but needful :
SCENE II. Another Room in the same.
Enter Provost and a Servant.
Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know
Now, what's the matter, provost. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea ? Hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again? Prov.
Lest I might be too rash:
Go to; let that be mine:
I crave your honor's pardon.-
Dispose of her
Hath he a sister?
Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Exit Servant.
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA. Prov. Save your honor.
[Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.—[ To Isab.] You are welcome:
What's your will ?
Ang. Well; what's your suit ?
Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
Well; the matter?
Heaven give thee moving graces !
O just, but severe law! I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honor!
[Retiring. Lucio. [To ISAB.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, en
treat him :
Isab. Must he needs die?
Maiden, no remedy. Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither Heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Ang. I will not do't. Isab. 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 wrong, If so your heart were touched with that remorse As mine is to him?
Ang. He's sentenced; 'tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. Isab. Too late? why, no: I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have slipped like him; But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Ang. Pray you, begone.
Isab. I would to Heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel! Should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.
Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words.
Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him; he must die to-morrow.
Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare
He's not prepared for death! Even for our kitchens
To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you:
Ay, well said.
Yet show some pity.
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence;
That's well said.
like an angry ape,
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent;
Pray Heaven, she win him!
Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Lucio. Art advised o' that? More on't.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
She speaks, and 'tis
breeds with it. Fare you well.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
Well; come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to ISABEL.
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honor!
[Exeunt LUCIO, ISABELLA, and Provost. Ang.
From thee; even from thy virtue.What's this? What's this? Is this her fault, or mine?. The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, That, lying by the violet, in the sun,