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ISAB. Must he needs die? 1 ANC, Maiden, no remedy. ISAB. Yes; I'do think thatyoumightpardon him, And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. A-NG. I will not do't. A ISAB. ' But can you, if you would? i ANGP. Look, wl1atI will not, that I cannot do. ISAB. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, lfso your heart were touchid with that remorse 5 As mine is to him? e ANG. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. Luclo. You are too cold. ' [To ISABELLA. ISAB. Too late? why; no ; I, that do speakaword, ' May call it back again : 7 NVell believe this, 8 T No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, r The marshal's truncheon, nor thejudge'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 slipt like him; But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
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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 ajudge,
And what a prisoner. ' ' Lucro. Ay, touch him: ther-e's the vein. [Afide ANG.. Your brother is a so-rfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words. '
ISAB. ' Alas! alas! TNhy, all the souls that were, 9 were forfeit once And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, ' Ifhe, which is the top osjudgement, should Butjudge you as you are? O, think onlthat; And mercy then will breathc within your lips, Like man new made. '