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To do it slander: and to behold his sway,
[Exeunt. SCENE V. A Nunnery.
Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA.
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more;
Who's that which calls ? Fran. It is a man's voice: gentle Isabella, Turn you the key, and know his business of him; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn: When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men, But in the presence of the prioress: Then,
you speak, you must not show your face; Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you answer him.
[Exit Francisca. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls?
Enter Lucio. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less! can you so stead me, As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio
Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask;
Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Lyou :
Isab. Woe me! For what?
Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his judge,
Isab. Sir, make me not your story.
It is true.
Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.
Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'lis Your brother and his lover have embrac'd : [thus : As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time, That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison; even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry:
Isab. Someone with child by him?-My cousin Juliet? Lucio. Is she your cousin
Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names,
She it is.
This is the point.
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
Isab. Doth he so seek his life?
Has censur'd him
Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
Assay the power you have.
Our doubts are traitors,
Isab. I'll see what I can do.
Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Good sir, adien.
SCENE I. A Hall in ANGELO's House. + Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, a Justice, Provost, Officers,
and Attendants. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror. Escal.
Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death: alas! this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know, (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) That, in the working of your own affections, Had time coher'd 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 your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.
Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
Where is the provost!
See that Claudio Be executed by nine to-morrow morning : Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. (Exit Provost.
Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none; And some condemned for a fault alone.
Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, &c. Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a commonweal, that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring thew away.
Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and what's the matter?
Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors,
Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they not inalefactors?