That his soul sicken not. Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image As to put metal in restrained means, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Ang. Say you so? then, I shall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life, or to redeem him Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness As she that he hath stain'd? Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-binding law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You must lay down the treasures of your body To this suppos'd, or else to let him suffer, What would you do? Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself: That is, were I under the terms of death, Th' impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, And strip myself to death, as to a bed That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield My body up to shame. And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Isab. O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out, we mean. I something do excuse the thing I hate, Else let my brother die, If not a feodary, but only he, Ang. Which are as easy broke as they make forms. For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints. Ang. I think it well; And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger, Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Let me intreat you speak the former language. Ang. Plainly, conceive I love you. Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Ang. By yielding up thy body to my will, Or else he must not only die the death, To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow, Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. [Exit. Isab. To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths! That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof, SCENE I.-A Room in the Prison. Enter DUKE, as a Friar, 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, For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork thyself; Thou art not For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains For ending thee no sooner: thou hast nor youth, Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior; here's your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Duke. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be conceal'd. [Exeunt DUKE, and Provost. Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? Isab. Why, as all Comforts are; most good, most good, indeed. Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his swift ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting leiger: Therefore, your best appointment make with speed; To-morrow you set on. Claud. Is there no remedy? Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head To cleave a heart in twain. Claud. But is there any? In corporal sufferance finds a pang, as great Why give you me this shame? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair, Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance: Isab. There spake my brother: there my father's Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed. grave Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, His filth within being cast, he would appear Claud. The precise Angelo? Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, The damned'st body to invest and cover In precise guards! Dost thou think, Claudio, If I would yield him my virginity, Thou might'st be freed. Claud. O, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give't thee from this rank Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin; Or of the deadly seven it is the least. Isab. Which is the least? Claud. If it were damnable, he being so wise, Why would he for the momentary trick Be perdurably fin'd?-O Isabel! Isab. What says my brother? Death is a fearful thing. where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit The weariest and most loathed worldly life, To what we fear of death. Isab. Alas! alas! I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel. O, fie, fie, fie! [Going. O hear me, Isabella! Re-enter Duke. Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister; but one word. Isab. What is your will? Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own benefit. Isab. I have no superfluous leisure: my stay must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while. Duke. [To CLAUDIO.] Son, I have overheard what hath past between you and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an assay of her virtue, to practise his judgment with the disposition of natures. She, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive: I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to death. Do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible to-morrow you must die. Go; to your knees, and make ready. Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. Duke. Hold you there: farewell. Re-enter Provost. Provost, a word with you. Prov. What's your will, father? [Exit CLAUDIO. Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone. Leave me a while with the maid: my mind promises with my habit no loss shall touch her by my company. Prov. In good time. [Exit Provost. Duke. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good: the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of your complexion, shall keep the body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How will you do to content this substitute, and to save your brother? Isab. I am now going to resolve him. I had rather my brother die by the law, than my sou should be unlawfully born. But O, how much is the good duke deceived in Angelo! If ever he return, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government. Duke. That shall not be much amiss; yet, as the matter now stands, he will avoid your accusa |