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Asif we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,
THE CONSEQUENCE OF LIBERTY INDULGED.
every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint: Our natures do pursue, (Like rats that ravint down their proper bane), A thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die.
ELOQUENCE AND BEAUTY. In her youth There is a prone & and speechless dialect, art Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous When she will play with reason and discourse, And well she can persuade.
PARDON THE SANCTION OF WICKEDNESS.
A SEVERE GOVERNOR.
Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard || with envy; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see. If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
* For high purposes.
+ Interest. * Voraciously devour:
l On his defence.
Our doubts are traitors,
THE PRAYERS OF MAIDEN'S EFFECTUAL.
ALL MEN FRAIL.
Let but your honour know + (Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue), That, in the working of your own affections, Had time coherd with place, or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your
blood Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in
life Errd in this point which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you.
THE FAULTS OF OTHERS NO JUSTIFICATION OF OUR OWN.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
made to justice, That justice seizes. What know the laws, +Examine.
That thieves do pass
on thieves? 'Tis very pregnantt, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Because we see it; but what we do not see, We tread
and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence, Forf I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial.
MERCY FREQUENTLY MISTAKEN. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
MERCY IN GOVERNORS COMMENDED.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
THE DUTY OF MUTUAL FORGIVENESS. Alas! alas!
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
JUSTICE. Yet shew some pity. * Pass judgment. f Plain. Because. S Sentence.
Ang. I shew it most of all, when I shew justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another.
THE ABUSE OF AUTHORITY. 0, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder, As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting* petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but
thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarledt oak, Than the soft myrtle-0, but man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY.
Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them;
Ang. How! bribe me?
Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested* gold, Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Ere sunrise; prayers from preservedt souls, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal.
THE POWER OF VIRTUOUS DUTY.
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, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground
enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her fouly, for those things That make her good? o, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority, [her, When judges steal themselves. What do I love That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast
upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
* Attested, stamped. † Preserved from the corruption of the world. # See 2 Kings, X. 27.