104 Lives not to act another. Be satisfied: And he that suffers. O! it is excellent Lucio. [Aside to ISAB.] That's well said. 109 is Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer 112 Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know 137 That's like my brother's fault: if it confess She speaks, and 'tis Such sense that my sense breeds with it. Fare you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me. Come again to 144 Good my Isab. Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you. Lucio. [Aside to ISAB.] You had marr'd all else. 148 Isab. Not with fond sicles 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 152 Ere sun-rise: prayers from preserved souls, From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal. Ang. Well; come to me to-morrow. Lucio. [Aside to ISAB.] Go to; 'tis well: away! Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Ang. [Aside.] Amen: For I am that way going to temptation, Isab. Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, 180 That I desire to hear her speak again, When men were fond, I smil'd and wonder'd how. [Exit. 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-morroy And I am going with instruction to him. God's grace go with you! Benedicite! Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O injurious lo That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. [Exeu [Ex SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO'S Hous Enter ANGELO. Ang. When I would pray and think, I th and pray To several subjects: heaven hath my em words, Whilst my invention, hearing not my tong Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity Ag. Yea. 37 Ang. Pleas'd you to do 't, at peril of your soul, Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Or seem so craftily; and that's not good. 76 Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most When it doth tax itself; as these black masks 80 When, I beseech you? that in his re- Your brother is to die. prieve, er or shorter, he may be so fitted his soul sicken not. Food 40 Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as 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,Arlon him that hath from nature stolen 44 As I subscribe not that, nor any other, already made, as to remit saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's Mage ps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy to take away a life true made, at metal in restrained means are a false one. 84 88 92 But in the loss of question,-that you, his sister, Tis set down so in heaven, but not in To this suppos'd, or else to let him suffer; arth. What would you do? Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sen- What man thou art. tence Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,156 Isab. Ignomy in ransom and free pardon 112 My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, That you have slander'd so? Are of two houses: lawful mercy Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother 116 Isab. O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out, we mean. I something do excuse the thing I hate, 160 Will so your accusation overweigh, By yielding up thy body to my will, 120 Or else he must not only die the death, Else let my brother die, Isab. To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, 172 Who would believe me? O perilous mouths! 184 And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. 188 [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. A Room in the Prison. Enter DUKE, as a friar, CLAUDIO, and PROVOST For all the accommodations that thou bear'st For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork 16 Therefore, your best appointment make with speed; To-morrow you set on. Claud. Is there no remedy? Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains 20 For what Claud. But is there any? 60 If you'll implore it, that will free your life, 64 And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not But fetter you till death. certain; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, 24 youth nor age; Thou hast nor 32 But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, 37 To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this Claud. I humbly thank you. Lo sue to live, I find I seek to die, And, seeking death, find life: let it come on. Isab. Within.] What ho! Peace here; grace and good company! 44 Prev. Who's there? come in: the wish de Isab. There spake my brother: there my Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: 84 In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, |