Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas, All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he Enter Angelo. Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost ? Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Prov. Ang. Prov. Ang. Lest I might be too rash: ΙΟ Under your good correction, I have seen, Go to; let that be mine: I crave your honour's pardon. Do you your office, or give up your place, What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? Dispose of her To some more fitter place, and that with speed. Re-enter Servant. Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd Ang. Desires access to you. Hath he a sister? Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, If not already. Ang. 20 Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. Prov. See you the fornicatress be removed : Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; Enter Isabella and Lucio. God save your honour! Ang. Stay a little while. [To Isab.] You're welcome: what's your will? Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Ang. Please but your honour hear me. Well; what's your suit? Isab. There is a vice that most I do abhor, Ang. And most desire should meet the blow of justice; At war 'twixt will and will not. Well; the matter? Prov. Isab. 31 40 O just but severe law! I had a brother, then.-Heaven keep your honour! Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him ; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: You are too cold; if you should need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: Isab. Must he needs die? Ang. Maiden, no remedy. Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. 50 Ang. I will not do't. Isab. But can you, if you would? Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do 't, and do the world no wrong, Ang. He's sentenced; 'tis too late. Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] You are too cold. Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, If he had been as you, and you as he, You would have slipt like him; but he, like you, Ang. And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Ay, touch him; there's the vein. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words. 60 71 Isab. Ang. Alas, alas! Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I condemn your brother: 80 It should be thus with him: he must die to-morrow. Isab. To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him! Lucio. He's not prepared for death. Even for our kitchens To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you; Who is it that hath died for this offence? There's many have committed it. [Aside to Isab.] Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Those many had not dared to do that evil, If the first that did the edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed: now 'tis awake, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, 91 Isab. Yet show some pity. 100 Ang. I show it most of all when I show justice; Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Isab. So you must be the first that gives this sentence, To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] That's well said. Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Would use his heaven for thunder. Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, I 20 Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] O, to him, tohim, wench! he will relent; He's coming; I perceive 't. Prov. Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them, |