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Who, newly in the seat, that it may know "Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them He can command, lets it straight feel the spur:

For what I bid them do: For we bid this be Whether the tyranny be in his place,

done, Or in his eminence that fills it up,

When evil deeds have their

permissive pass, stagger in But this new governor

And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,

father, Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by I have on Angelo impos'd the office; the wall

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,

home, And none of them been worn; and, for a name,' And yet my nature never in the sight, New pots the drowsy and neglected act

To do it slánder: And to behold his sway, Freshly on me :-'uis surely, for a name. I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Lució. I warrant, it is : and thy head stands so Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prythee, tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she Supply me with the habít, and instruct me be in love, may sigh it off.-Send after the duke, How I may formally in person bear me and appeal to him.

Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. At our more leisure shall I render you; proythee, Lucio, do me this kind service: Only this one-Lord Angelo is precise; This day my sister should the cloister enter, Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses And there receive her approbation:

That his blood flows, or that his appetite Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see, Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends If power change purpose, what our seemers be. To the strict deputy; bid'herself assay him;

[Exeunt I have great hope in that: for in her youth

SCENE V. A Nunnery.
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous

Enter Isabella and Francisca.

Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges ? When she will play with reason amd discourse,

Fran. Are not these large enough? And well she can persuade.

Isab. Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more; Lucio. I pray, she may; as well for the en- But rather wishing a more strict restraint couragement of the like, which else would stand Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare. under grievous imposition; as for the enjoying Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! Within. of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus Isab.

Who's that which calls? foolishly lost at a game of tick-lack. I'll to her. Fran. It is a man's voice: Gentle Isabella, Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.

Turn you the key, and know his business of him; Lucio. Within two hours,

You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn: Claud. Come, officer, away. [Exeunt. When you have vow'd, you must not speak with SCENE IV. A Monastery.


But in the presence of the prioress :
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.

Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Duke. No: holy father; throw away that Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. thought;

He calls again; I pray you, answer him. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love

[Exit Francisca. Can pierce a complete bosom: why I desire thee Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose,

Enter Lucio.
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-
Of burning youth.

May your grace speak of it ? Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me
Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd; A novice of this place, and the fair sister
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies, To her unhappy brother Claudio ?
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask;

The rather, for I now must make you know 1 have deliver'd to lord Angelo

I am that Isabella, and his sister. (A man of stricture, and fi:n abstinence) Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly My absolute power and place here in Vienna,

greets you: And he supposes me travell'd to Poland; Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,

Isab. Wo me! for what?' And so it is receiv'd: Now, pious sir,

Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his You will demand of me, why I do this?

judge, Fri. Gladly, my lord.

He should receive his punishment in thanks : Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting He hath got his friend with child. laws,

Isab. Sir, mock me not :-your story. (The needful bits and curbs for headstrong Lucio. "Tis true, I would not,--though 'tis my steeds)

familiar sin
Which for these fourteen years we have let sleep; With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Eren like an o'ergrown lion in a cave,

Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so;
That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond fathers, I hold you as a thing énsky'd, and sainted;
Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
Only to stick it in their children's sight, And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
Por terror, not to use; in time the rod

As with a saint.
Becomes more mock'd than fear'd: so our de Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking

Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth,
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;

'tis thus :
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Your brother and his lover have embrac'd:
Goes all decorum.

As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time,
It rested in your grace

That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd: To teeming foison; even so her plenteous womb
And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd, Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
Than in lord Angelo.

Isab. Some one with child by him I-My cousin
I do fear, too dreadful:

Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Lucio. Is she your cousin ?

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Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their, May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two

Guiltier than him they try: What's open made By vain though apt affection.

to justice, Lucio.

She it is.

That justice seizes. What know the laws, Isab. O let him marry her!

That thieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very prego Lucio.

This is the point. nant, The duke is very strangely gone from hence; The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,

Because we see it: but what we do not see, In hand, and hope of action; but we do learn We tread upon, and never think of it. By those that know the very nerves of state, You may not so extenuate his offence, His givings out were of an infinite distance For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, From his true meant design. Upon his place, When I, that censure him, do so offend, And with full line of his authority,

Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die Is very snow-broth; one who never feels

Escal. Be it as your wisdom will. The wanton stings and motions of the sense;


Where is the provost But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge Prov. Here, if it like your honour. With profits of the mind, study and fast. Ang.

See that Claudio He (to give fear to use and liberty,

Be executed by nine to-morrow morning : Which have, for long, run by the hideous law, Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared ; As mice by lions) hath pick'd out an act, For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. Under whose heavy sense your brother's life

[Exit Provost Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;

Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive And follows close the rigour of the statute,

us all!
To make him an example: all hope is gone, Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall :
Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none;
To soften Angelo: And that's my pith

And some condemned for a fault alone.
Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother.
Isab. Doth he so seek his life?

Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, se. Lucio.

Has censur'd him Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath people in a common-weal, that do nothing but A warrant for his execution.

use their abuses in common houses, I know no Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me

law; bring them away. To do him good ?

Ang. How now, sir! What's your name? and Lucio.

Assay the power you have. what's the matter? Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,

Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor Lucio.

Our doubts are traitors, duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do And make us lose the good we oft might win, lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before By fearing to attempt: Go to lord Angelo, your good honour two notorious benefactors. And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Ang. Benefactors! Well: what benefactors are Men give like gods; but when they weep and they ? are they not malefactors ? kneel,

Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well All their petitions are as freely theirs,

what they are; but precise villains they are, As they themselves would owe them.

that I am sure of; and void of all profanation Isab. I'll see what I can do.

in the world, that good christians ought to have. Lucio.

But speedily. Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise offiIsab. I will about it straight; No longer staying but to give the mother Ang. Go to: What quality are they of? El. Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you: bow is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Commend me to my brother: soon at night Elbow 1 I'll send him certain word of my success.

Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow. Lucio. I take my leave of you.

Ang. What are you, sir? Isab.

Good sir, adieu. Elb. He, sir ? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one [Exeunt. that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was,

as they say, plucked down in the suburbs: and ACT II.

now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is

a very ill house too. SCENE I. A Hall in Angelo's House

Escal. How know you that?
Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven

Officers, and other Attendants. and your honour, -
Ang. We must not make a scare crow of the law, Escal. How! thy wife?
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an

honest woman,And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ? Escal.

but yet Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,

well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's Than fall, and bruise to death : Alas! this gen-house, it is a pity of her life, for it is a naughty tleman,

house. Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Let but your honour know,

Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) been a woman cardinally given, might have been That, in the working of your own affections, accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanHad 'time coher'd with place, or place with liness there. wishing,

Escal. By the woman's means? Or that the resolute acting of your blood

Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means: Could have attain'd the effect of your own pur- but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. pose,

Clo. Sir, it it please your honour, this is not so. Whether you had not sometime in your life Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou Errd in this point which now you censure him, honourable man, prove it. And pull'd the law upon you.

Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? Ang 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,

[To Angelo Another thing to fall. I not deny,

Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, I longing (saving your honour's reverence) for



stew'd prunes: sir, we had but two in the house, | Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thon liest, wicked var. which at that very distant time stood, as it were, let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever rein a fruit-lish, a dish of some three pence: your spected with man, woman, or child. honours have seen such dishes; they are not Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he China dishes, but very good dishes.

married with her. Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Escal. Which is the wiser here ? Justice, or IniClo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are there- quity? Is this true ? in in the right: but, to the point: As I say, this Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou mistress Elbow being, as I say, with child, and wicked Hannibal! 1 respected with her, before being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for I was married to her ? If ever I was respected prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, with her, or she with me, let not your worship master Froth here, this very man having eaten think me the poor duke's officer :-Prove this, the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have inine action very honestly ;-for, as you know, master Froth, of battery on thee. I could not give you three pence again. Escal. If he took you a box o'th' ear, you Froth. No, indeed.

might have your action of slander too. Clo. Very well : you being then, if you be re- Elh. Marry, I thank your good worship for it; member'd, cracking the stones of the aforesaid What is't your worship’s pleasure I should do prunes.

with this wicked caitiff? Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

Escal. Truly, officer, because he has some ofClo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you fences in him, that thou wouldst discover it thou be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, couldst, let him continue in his courses till thou were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless know'st what they are. they kept very good diet, as I told you. Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:Froth. All this is true.

Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come Clo. Why, very well then.

upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou varEscal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the let; thou art to continue. purpose, -What was done to Elbow's wife, that Escal. Where were you born, friend? he hath cause to complain of ? Come me to what

[ To Froth was done to her.

Froth. Here in Vienna, sir. Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.

Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir. Cic. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir ? honour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into

[To the Clown. master Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound Clo. A tapster ; a poor widow's tapsler. a year: whose father died at Hallowmas:-Was't Escal. Your mistress's name? not at Hallowmas, master Froth ?

Clo. Mistress Over-done. Froth All-hollond eve.

Escal. Hath she had any more than one hus Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths: band ? He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir : Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, Escal. Nine!-Come hither to me, master you have a delight to sit: Have you not? Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acFroth. I have so; because it is an open room, quainted with tapsters; they will draw you, masand good for winter.

ter Froth, and you will hang them: Get you Clo. Why, very well, then :-) hope here be gone, and let me bear no more of you. truths.

Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own Ang. This will last out a night in Russia,

part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, but I am drawn in. And leave you to the hearing of the cause; Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. farewell. (Exit Froth. )--Come you hither to me, Escal.' I think no less; Good morrow to your master tapster; what's your name, master taplordship.

[Exit Angelo. ster? Now, sir, coine on: What was done to Elbow's Clo. Pompey. : wile, once more?

Escal. What else? Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her clo. Bum, sir.

Escal. "Troth, and your bum is the greatest Elh. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man thing about you: so that, in the beastliest sense, did to my wife.

you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour Escal. Well, sír: What did this gentleman to it in being a tapster. Are you not? Come, tell me her?

true ; it shall be the better for you. Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would face : Good master Froth, look upon his honour; live. 'tis for a good purpose: Doth your honour mark Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by behis face?

ing a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Pompey? is it a lawful trade? Clo. Nay,'l beseech you, mark it well.

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir? Escal. Well, I do so.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face ? nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Escal. Why, no.

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is all the youth in the city the worst thing about him: Good then; if his Escal. No, Pompey. face be the worst thing about him, how could Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will master Froth do the constable's wife any harm ? to't then: If your worship will take order for the I would know that of your honour.

drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the Escal. He's in the right : Constable, what say bawds. you to it?

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I Elh. First, an it like you, the house is a respect- can tell you: It is but heading and hanging. ed house; next, this is a respected fellow; and Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that his mistress is a respected woman.

way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more re- give out a commission for more heads. If this spected person than any of us all.

law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest

once .

house in it, after three pence a day: if you live to Ang.

Hath he a sister? see this coine to pass, say, Pompey told you so. Prov. Ay,my good lord: a very virtuous maid,

Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in re- And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
quitul of your prophecy, hark you, -I advise you, if not already.
let me not find you before me again upon any Ang. Well, let her be admitted.
complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling

[Exit Servant where you do : If I do, Pompey, I shull beat See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cesar to Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; you: in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you There shall be order for it. whipt: so for this time, Poinpey, fare you well.

Enter Lucio and Isabella. Çlo. I thank your worship for your good counsel: but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune Prov. Save your honour! Offering to retire. shall better determine.

Ang. Stay a little while.-[ To Isab.) You are Whip me ? No, no; let carman whip his jade;

welcome : What's your will ? The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade.

Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour, [Erit.

Please but your honour hear me. Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come


Well; what's your suit hither, master Constable. How long have you And most desire should meet the blow of justice

Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, been in this place of constable ? Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.

For which I would not plead, but that I must; Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the of. For which I must not plead, but that I am fice, you had continued in it some time : You At war, 'twixt will, and will not


Well: the matter? say, seven years together? Élb. And a half, sir.

Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: Escal. Alas ! ji hath been great prins to you! I do beseech you, let it be his fault, They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are

And not my brother. there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it?

Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! El. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: Why, every fault's condemn’d, ere it be done :

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! as they are 'chosen, they are glad to choose me Mine' were the very cipher of a function, for them; I do it for some piece of money, and To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, go through with all. Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of And let go by the actor. Bome six or seven, the most sufficient of your I had a brother then.--Heaven keep your ho

O just, but severe law! Parish

nour! Elb. To your worship's house, sir ?

[Retiring. Escal. To my house: Fare you well

. (Exit Lucio. (To Isab.) Give't not o'er so: to him Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you ?

again, entreat him : Just. Eleven, sir.

Kneel down before him, hang npon his gown; Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me.

You are too cold: if you should need a pin, Just. I humbly thank you.

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:

To him, I say.
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.

Isab. Must he needs die ?
Just. Lord Angelo is severe.


Maiden, no remedy. Escal.

It is but needful: Isab. Yes; 1 do think that you might pardon Mercy is not itself that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second wo:

And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the

mercy. But yet,

-Poor Claudio !—There's no remedy.
Come, sir.

Ang. I will not do't.

But can you, if you would? SCENE II. Another Room in the same. Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Enter Provost and a Servant.

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Serr. He's hearing of a cause; he will come If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse

I'll tell him of you.

As mine is to hin?
Prov. 'Pray you, do. [Exit Servant. ) .I'll know Lucio. You are too cold.

He's sentenc'd: 'tis too late.

[ To Isabella. His pleasure: may be, he will relent: Alas,

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, thai do speak a He hath but as oflended in a dream!

word, All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he

May call it back again : Well, believe this, To die for it

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Enter Angelo.

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Ang.

Now, what's the matter, provost ? The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-mor- Become them with one half so good a grace, row?

As mercy does. If he had been as you, Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not And you as he, you would have slipt like him; order?

But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Why dost thou ask again?

Ang. 'Pray you, begone.
Lest I might be too rash :

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Under your good correction, I have seen,

And you were Isabell should it then be thus ? When, after execution, judgment hath

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Repented o'er his doom.

And what a prisoner.
Go to ; let that be mine: Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein.
Do you your office, or give up your place,

[ Aside And you shall well be spar'd.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Prov. I crave your honour's pardon. And you but waste your words. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? Isab.

Alas! alas! She's very near her hour.

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once Ang.

Dispose of her And He that might the vantage best have took, To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Found out the remedy: How would you be,

If he, which is the top of judgment, should Re-enter Servant.

But judge you as you are? O, think on that; Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Desires access to you.

Like man new made.





Be you content, fair maid ;) Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to-morIt is the law, not I, condemns your brother : Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, Isab. Hark, how l'll bribe you: Good my lord, It should be thus with him ;-he must die to-mor turn back. row.

Ang. How ! bribe me? Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall him, spare him:

share with you. He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kit- Lucio. You had marr'd all else. chens

Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, With less respect than we do ninister

As fancy values them: but with true prayers, To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, you,

Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved souls, Who is it that hath died for this offence ? From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate There's many have committed it.

To nothing temporul.

Ay, well said.

Well: come to me Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Tomorrow. hath slept:

Lucio. Go to: it is well away. Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,

(Aside Isabel. If the first man that did the edict infringe Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake;


Amen: Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, For I am that way going to temptation, [Aside. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, Where prayers cross. (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Isab.

At what hour to-morrow And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Shall I attend your lordship ? Are now to have no successive degrees,


At any time 'fore noon. But, where they live, to end.

Isab. Save your honour!
Yet show some pity.

[Ereunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice ; Ang. From thee; even from thy virtuel For then I pity those I do not know,

What's this? what's this? Is this her fault or Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;

mine? And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Lives not to act another. Be satisfied:

Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is l,
Your brother dies to-morrow: be content. That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
And he, that suffers: 0, it is excellent

That modesty may more betray our sense To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Than woman's lightness? Having waste grond To use it like a giant

enough, Lucio.

That's well said. Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Isab. Could great men thunder

And pitch our evils there? O, fie, tie, fie! As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, What dost thou? or, what art thou, Angelo ? For every pelting, petty officer,

Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: thunder.

Thieves for the robbery have authority, Merciful heaven!

When judges steal themselves. What? do I love Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, That I desire to hear her speak again, Than the soft myrtle :- But man, proud man! And feast upon her eyes? What is't I'dream on? Drest in a little brief authority :

O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, With saints doth bait thy hook! Most dangerous His glassy essence, -like an angry ape,

Is that temptation, that doth good us on Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Would all themselves laugh mórtal.

Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; Subdues me quite ; Ever, till now, He's coming, 1 perceive't.

When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd Prod.

'Pray heaven, she win him! how ! Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our SCENE III. A Room in a Prison.

self: Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. But, in the less, soul profanation.

Duke. Hail to you, Provost! so I think you Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl ; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Prov. I am the provost : What's your will, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

good friar? Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like I come to visit the afflicted spirits

Here in the prison: do me the common right Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

To let me see them; and to make me know That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bo- The nature of their crimes, that I may minister som ;

To them accordingly. Knock there, and ask your heart, what it doth Prov. I would do more than that, if more were know

needful. That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

Enter Juliet. A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it 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: Buch sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young mau you well.

More fit to do another such offence, Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

Than die for this.






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