Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie! When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, When men were fond, I smiled, and wondered how! [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in a Prison. Enter Duke, habited like a friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. Prov. I am the provost: what's your will, good friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison: do me the common right To let me see them; and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter JULIET. Look, here comes one a gentlewoman of mine, Than die for this. Duke. Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. When must he die? [To JULIET. I have provided for you; stay a while, Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on. I'll gladly learn. Duke. Love you the man that wronged you? Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wronged him. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed? Juliet. Mutually. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the shame with joy. Duke. There rest. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Grace go with you! Benedicite! Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov. [Exit. SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House. Enter ANGelo. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Enter Servant. One Isabel, a sister, How now: who's there? Serv. Desires access to you. O heavens! Teach her the way. [Exit Serv. Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; And dispossessing all the other parts Of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; By which he should revive: and even so The general, subject to a well-wished king, How now, fair maid? Enter ISABELLA. Isab. 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. Isab. Even so?-Heaven keep your honor! [Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live awhile; and it may be, As long as you, or I: yet he must die. Ang. Yea. Isab. When, I beseech you? That in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, That his soul sicken not. Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Ang. Say you so? Then I shall pose 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 such sweet uncleanness, As she that he hath stained? Isab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my soul. Ang. I talk not of your soul: our compelled sins Stand more for number than account. Isab. I, now the voice of the recorded law, To save this brother's life? Isab. Please you to do't, I'll take it as a peril to my soul, It is no sin at all, but charity. Ang. Pleased you to do't, at peril of your soul, Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, And nothing of your answer. Nay, but hear me: Ang. Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself! as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could displayed. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die. Isab. So. Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain. Isab. True. Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield Ang. Then must your brother die. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence That you have slandered so? Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon, Are of two houses: lawful mercy is Nothing akin to foul redemption. Ang. You seemed of late to make the law a tyrant ; Isab. O pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, For his advantage that I dearly love. Ang. We are all frail. Isab. Else let my brother die, Nay, women are frail, too. If not a feodary, but only he, And credulous to false prints. Ang. I think it well: And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold;I do arrest your words: Be that you are, |