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Do you your office, or give up your place,
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And you shall well be spar'd.
And what a prisoner. Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.
Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein ! [Aside. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, She's very near her hour.
And you but waste your words. Ang. Dispose of her
Isab, Alas! alas! To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Why, all the souls, that were, were forfeit once; Re-enter Servant.
And He, that might the vantage best have took, Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Found oat the remedy: how would you be, Desires access to you.
If he, which is the top of judgment, should Ang. Hath he a sister?
But judge you as you are? 0, think on that; Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
Like man new made.
Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him; — he must die to-morrow. There shall be order for it.
Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.
spare him! Prov. Save
honour! [Offering to retire. He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Ang. Stay a little while.- [To Isab.) You are wel- We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven come. What's your will?
With less respect, than we do minister Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you: Please but your honour hear me.
Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
have committed it. Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
Lucio. Ay, well said. And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath For which I would not plead, but that I must;
slept: For which I must not plead, but that I am
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, At war, twixt will, and will not.
If the first man, that did the edict infringe, Ang. Well; the matter?
Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :
Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, And not my brother.
(Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born) Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Are now to have no successive degrees, Why, every fault's condemn’d, ere it be done:
But, where they live, to end. Mine were the very cypher of a function,
Isab. Yet, show some pity! To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice s And let go by the actor.
For then I pity those I do not know, Isab. O just, but severelaw!
Which a dismiss’d offence would after gall; I had a brother then.—Heaven keep your honour! And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
(Retiring. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ; Lucio. (To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, Your brother dies to-morrow: be content ! intreat him;
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence,
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous,
Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder Ang. Maiden, no remedy!
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, For every pelting, petty officer, And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing butthunAng. I will not do't.
Merciful heaven !
der, Isab. But can you, ifyou would ?
Thon rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Isqb. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, Than the soft myrtle:- 0, but man, proud man! If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse, Drest in a little brief authorithy, As mine is to him?
Most ignorant of what he's most assurd, Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late,
His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Lucio. You are too cold.
[To Isabella. Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Isab. Ton late? why, no. I, that do speak a word, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, May call it back again: well believe this,
Would all themselves laugh mortal. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Lucio, , to him, to him, wench! he will relent; Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, He's coming, I perceive't. The marshal's trunchcon, nor the judge's robe, Prov. Pray heaven, she win him! Become them with one half so good a grace,
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: As mercy does. If he had been as you,
Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; And you as he, you would have slipt, like him ; But, in theless, foul profanation. But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl ; more o'that! Ang. Pray you, begone!
Ixab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Isab. I would to heaven, I had your potency,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. And you were Isabel! should it then be thus?"
Lucio. Art advis'do that? more on't!
Ang. Why do you put these' sayings upon me? I come to visit the afflicted spirits
To let me see them; and to make me know
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Enter JULIET. Letit not sound a thought upon your tongue
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine Against my brother's life!
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth, Ang. She speaks, and 'tis
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child; Such sense,
that my sense breeds with it. — Fare yon And he, that got it, sentenc'd: a young man well!
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this!
I have provided for you ; stay a while, [To Juliet. Ang. How! bribe me?
shall be conducted. Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share with Duke. Repent yon, fair one, of the sin you carry? you.
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conIsab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
science, Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, And try your penitence, if it be sound, As fancy values them: but with true prayers,
Or hollowly put on. That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,
Juliet. I'll gladly learn. Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved souls,
Duke. Love you the man that wrongd you ? From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. To nothing temporal.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Ang. Well: come to me
Was mutually committed ? To-morrow!
Juliet. Mutually. Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [ Aside to Isabel. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind, than his. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safc !
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Ang. Amen : forİ
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, Am that way going to temptation,
(4 side. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, – Where prayers cross.
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven; Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, Shall I attend your lordship?
But as we stand in fear,Ang. At any time'fore noon.
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ; Isab. Save your honour!
And take the shame with joy. (Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. Duke. There rest. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue!.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, What's this? what's this ? Is this her fault, or mine? And I am going with instruction to him.The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Grace go with you! Benedicite!
(Exit. Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, That lying by the violet, in the sun,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Is still a dying horror! Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
Prov. 'Tis pity of him.
[Exeunt. That modesty may more betray our sense, Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground SCENE IV. – A room in Angelo's house. enough,
Enter ANGELO. Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray And pitch our evils there? 0, fy, fy, fy!
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ? Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, That make her good? o, let her brother live: As if I did but only chew his name; Thieves for their robbery have authority,
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, of my conception: the state, whereon I studied, That I desire to hear her speak again,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! To sin io loving virtue: never could the strumpet, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, With all her double vigour, art, and nature,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood: Subdues me quite: -- ever, till now,
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd how. 'Tis not the devil's crest.
How now, who's there?
Serv. One Isabel, a sister,
Making booth it unable for itself,
Accountant to the law upon that pain. And dispossessing all the other parts
Isab. Trae. Ofnecessary fitness!
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other, Come all to help him, and so stop the air
But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, By which he should revive : and even so
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let him suffer; Isab. Iam come to know your pleasure.
What would you do?
That is, Were I under the terms of death,
(Retiring. That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
Ang. Then must your brother die. Isab. Under your sentence?
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:
Better it were, a brother died at once, Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Should die for ever.
Ang. Werenot you then as cruel as the sentence,
Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,
Are of two houses: lawful mercy Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image Is nothing kin to foul redemption. In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; Falsely to take away a life true made,
And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother As to put mettle in restrained means,
A merriment than a vice.
Isab. 0, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
Isab. Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary, but only he, Isab. Sir, believe this,
Owe, and succeed by weakness.
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.
Which are as easy broke, as they make forms.
Women! – Help heaven! men their creation mar Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;
For we are soft, as our complexions are, I, now the voice of the recorded law,
And credulous to false prints. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Ang. I think it well: Might there not be a charity in sin,
And from this testimony of your own ser, To save this brother's life?
(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Isab. Please you to do't,
Than faults may shake our frames) let me be bold;I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
I do arrest your words; be that you are,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
By all external warrants,) show it now,
By putting on the destin'd livery.
Let me entreat you speak the former language !
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. And nothing of your, answer.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me,
That he shall die for it.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,
To pluck on others.
İsab. Ha! little hononr to be much believ'd,
And nost pernicious purpose ! --Seening, seeming!
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or, with an ontstretch'd throat, l'il tell the world Ang. And his offenceis so, as it appears
Aloud, what man thou art!
Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, That you shall stifle in your own report,
Thou hast neither heat, atsection, limb, nor beauty, And smell of calumny. I have begun;
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, And now I give my sensual race the rein:
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That inakes these odds all even. That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother Claud. I humbly thank you. By yielding up thy body to my will;
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die, Or else he must not only die the death,
And, seeking death, find life. Let it come on! But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
Enter Isabella. To lingering sufserance. Answer me to-morrow, Isab. What, ho!Peace here; grace and good company! Or, by the allection that now guides me most,
Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves a I'll prove a tyrant to him : as for you,
welcome. Say what you can, my false o’erweighs your true. Duke, Dear sir, erclong I'll visit you again.
[ Exit. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
Prov. Andvery welcome.—Look, signior,here's your That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
sister. Either of condemnation, or approof!
Duke. Provost, a word with you. Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
Prov. As many as you please. Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, Duke. Bring me to hear them to speak,where I may be To follow as it draws ! I'll to my brother:
(Exeunt Duke and Provost. Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
Isab. Why, as all comforts are, most good in deed : That, had he twenty heads to tender down
Lord Angelo, having allairs to heaven, On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Intends yon for his swift ambassador, Before his sister should her body stoop
Where yon shall be an everlasting leiger: To such abhorr'd pollution.
Therefore your best appointment make with specd;' Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
To-morrow you set on. More than our brother is our chastity.
Claud. Is there no remedy? l'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Exit. To cleave a heart in twain.
Claud. But is there any ?
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
If you'llimplore it, that will free your life,
Though all the world's vastidity you had,
To a determin’d scope.
Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, And leave you naked. (Servile to all the skiey influences)
Claud. Let me know the point.
And six or seven winters more respect
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
father's For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
grave After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor; Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: For, likean ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou art too noble to conserve a life Thou bear'stthy heavy riches but a journey, In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,– And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none; Whose settled visage and deliberate word For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew, The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil; Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
His filth within being cast, he would appear For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth, a pond as deep as hell. nor age;
Claud. The princely Angelo?
Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
Isab. I have no superfluous leisnre; my stay must be The damned'st body to invest and cover
stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while. In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, Duke. (To Claudio, aside.] Son, I have overheard If I would yield him my virginity,
what hath past between you and your sister. Angelo Thou might'st be freed ?
had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be.
made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgment Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank with the disposition of natures: she, having the truth offence,
of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial, So to offend him still: this night's the time,
which he is most glad to receive: I am confessor to AnThat I should do what I abhor to name,
gelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare Or else thou diest to-morrow.
yourself to death! Do not satisfy your resolution with Claud. Thou shalt not do't.
hopes that are fallible: to-morrow you must die; go Isab. O, were it but my life,
to your knees, and make ready. I'd throw it down for your deliverance
Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of As frankly, as a pin!
love with life, that I will sue to be rid ofit. Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel !
Duke. Hold you there! Farewell. [Exit Claudio. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow!
Provost, a word with you.
Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone: Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
leave me a while with the maid; my mind promises Isab. Which is the least?
with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my company. Claud. Ifit were damnable, he, being so wise, Prov. In good time.
(Exit Provost. Why, would he for the momentary trick
Duke. The hand, that hath made you fair, hath made Be perdurably find ?- Isabel !
you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty, Isab. What says my brother?
makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the Claud. Death is a fearful thing.
soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
ever fair. The assault that Angelo hath made to you, Claud. Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where; fortune hath conveyed to my understanding; and, but To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should This sensible warm motion to become
wonder at Angelo. How would you do to content this A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
substitute, and to save your brother? To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my In thrilling regions of thiek-ribbed ice;
brother die by the law, thay my son should be unlawTo be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
fully born. But oh, how much is the good duke deceived And blown with restless violence round about in Angelo! If ever he return, and I can speak to him, The pendant world, or to be worse than worst I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government. Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
Duke. That shall not be much amiss: yet, as the Imagine howling!—'tis too horrible!
matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation; he The weariest and most loathed worldly life, made trialof you only:— Therefore, fasten your ear That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment,
on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good, a Can lay on nature, is a paradise
remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe, that To what we fear of death.
you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady Isab. Alas! alas !
a merited benefit, redeem your brother from the anClaud, Sweet sister, let me live!
gry law, do no stain to your own gracious person, and What sin you do to save a brother's life,
much please the absent duke, if, peradventure, he shall Nature dispenses with the deed so far,
ever return to have hearing of this business. That it becomes a virtue.
Isab. Let me hear you speak further! I have spirit to Isab. O, you beast!
do any thing, that appears not foul in the truth of my O, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch !
spirit. Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Is’t not a kind of incest, to take life
Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of From thine own sister's shame? What should I think? Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea ? Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words went For such a warped slip of wilderness
with her name. Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance ! Duke. Her should this Angelo have married ; was Die; perish! might but my bending down
affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed : Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: between which time of the contract, and limit of the I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,
solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at sea, No word to save thee.
having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his sister. Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel!
But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor gentleIsab. Ofy, fy, fy!
woman:there she lost a noble and renowned brother, in Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade:
his love toward her ever inost kind and natural; with Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
him, the portion and sinew of her fortune, her mar'Tis best that thou diest quickly.
[Going riage dowry; with both, her combinate husband, this Claud. O hear me, Isabella!
Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her? Re-enter DUKP
Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word ! them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, Isub. What is your will?
pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour: in few, Duke. Might you dispense with yonrleisure, I would bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet by and by have some speech with yon: the satisfaction wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears, is I would require, is likewise your own benefit. washed with them, but relents not.