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Nay, but hear me :
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could displayed.—But mark me; To be receiv'd plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
Then must your brother die.
1sab. And 'twere the cheaper way: Better it were, a brother died at once,. Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence That you have slander'd so?
Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,
Are of two houses: lawful mercy is
Nothing akin to foul redemption.
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant, And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother
A merriment than a vice.
Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean:
For his advantage that I dearly love.
Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary, but only he,
Owe, and succeed by weakness.
Nay, women are frail too.
And credulous to false prints.
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
1sab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, That he shall die for it.
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.
1sab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
And most pernicious purpose!-Seeming, seeming!
Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
That you shall stifle in your own report,
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
SCENE 1. A Room in the Prison.
Enter DUKE, CLAUDIO, and Provost. Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo? Claud. The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.
Duke. Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble;
Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, nor
Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth
Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich,
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;
And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on.
Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company! Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves a welcome.
Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.
Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you.
Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's your
Duke. Provost, a word with you.
Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be conceal'd, Yet hear them.
[Exeunt Duke and Provost