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Well; the matter? | Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : If the first man that did the edict infringe, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake ; And not my brother.
Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,
Ang. Condemn the fault and not the actor of it! (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Mine were the very cipher of a function,
Are now to have no successive degrees,
Yet show some pity. Isab.
O just, but severe law! Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; I had a brother then. - Heaven keep your honour! For then I pity those I do not know,
(Retiring. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Lucio. [To IsaB.] Give't not o'er so : to him And do him right, that answering one foul wrong, again, intreat him ;
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Your brother dies to-morrow : be content. You are too cold : if you should need a pin,
Isab. So you must be the first that gives this senYou could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
tence; To him, I say.
And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent Isab. Must he needs die ?
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Ang.
Maiden, no remedy, To use it like a giant.
That's well said.
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Isab.
But can you, if you would ? For every pelting ®, petty officer, Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no
Merciful heaven ! If so, your heart were touch'd with that remorse Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolta As mine is to him.
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled 7 oak, Ang.
He's, sentenc'd: 'tis too late. Than the soft myrile ;– 0, but man, proud man! Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. | Drest in a little brief authority;
Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, Most ignorant of what he's most assurd, May call it back again : Well believe this,
His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, As make the angels weep. The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Luc. O, to him, to him, wench : he will relent; Become them with one half so good a grace, He's coming, I perceive't. As mercy does. If he had been as you,
Pray heaven she win him! And you as he, you would have slipt like him; Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with yourself: But he like you, would not have been so stern. Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; Ang. Pray you, begone.
But, in the less, foul profanation. Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that. And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus? Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. And what a prisoner.
Lucio. Art advis'd o'that? more on't. Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. (Aside. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Isað. Because authority, though it err like others, And you but waste your words.
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, Isab.
Alas! alas! That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know And He that might the vantage best have took, That's like my brother's fault: if it confess Found out the remedy: How would you be, A natural guiltiness, such as is his, If He, which is the top of judgment, should Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; Against my brother's life. And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
She speaks, and 'tis Like man new made.
Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. — Fare Ang.
Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I condemns your brother :
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
Ang. I will bethink me : -- Come again toIt should be thus with him;-he must die to-morrow. Isab. To-morrow? 0, that's sudden! Spare him, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, spare him :
turn back. He's not prepar'd for death!
Ang. How, bribe me ? Good, good my lord, bethink you :
Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it.
Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Lucio.
Ay, well said.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested 8 gold, Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:
Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? As fancy values them : but with true prayers, Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your Ere sun-rise ; prayers from preserved 9 souls,
Or hollowly put on.
I'll gladly learn. Tomorrow,
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to ISAB. Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe!
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Ang.
Amen: for I Was mutually committed ? Am that way going to temptation, [Aside. Juliet.
Mutually. Where prayers cross.
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Isab.
At what hour to-morrow Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Shall I attend your lordship?
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do Ang. At any time 'fore-noon.
repent, Isab. Save your honour!
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, [Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue! :
heaven; What's this ? what's this? Is this her fault or mine ? | Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? ha! But as we stand in fear. Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; That lying by the violet, in the sun,
And take the shame with joy. Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
There rest, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, That modesty may more betray our sense
And I am going with instruction to him. Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground Grace go with you! Benedicite !
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. 0, let her brother live : Thieves for their robbery have authority,
SCENE IV. - A Room in Angelo's House. When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again,
Enter ANGELO. And feast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on? Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
pray With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words. Is that temptation, that doth goad us on
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, To sin in loving virtue; never could the strumpet Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid As if I did but only chew his name; Subdues me quite; - Ever, till now,
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd how. Of my conception : The state, whereon I studied,
[Edit. Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown feard and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Could I, with boot ', change for an idle plu
Which the air beats for vain. O place ! O form! Duke. Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls friar?
To thy false seeming?
One Isabel, a sister, The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Desires access to you. To them accordingly.
Teach her the way. (Exit Serv Prov. I would do more than that, if more were heavens ! needful.
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all the other parts
By which he should revive : and even so Duke.
When must he die ? | The general 2, subject to a well-wish'd king, Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness I have provided for you; stay awhile, (TO JULIET. Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love And you shall be conducted.
Must needs appear offence. 9 Preserved from the corruption of the world.
2 The people.
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Enter ISABELLA.
Could fetch your brother from the manacles How now, fair maid ?
Of the all-binding law; and that there were Isab.
I am come to know your pleasure. No earthly mean to save him, but that either Ang. That you might know it, would much You must lay down the treasures of your person better please me,
To this supposed, or else let him suffer ; Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. What would you do? Isab. Even so ? — Heaven keep your honour ! Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself:
[Retiring. That is, were I under the terms of death, Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, As long as you or I: Yet he must die.
And strip myself to death, as to a bed Isab. Under your sentence ?
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
My honour up to shame. Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Then must your brother die Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way: This his soul sicken not.
Better it were, a brother died at once, Ang. Ha! fye, these filthy vices! It were as good Than that a sister, by redeeming him, To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Should die for ever. A man already made, as to remit
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, That you have slander'd so ? Ja stamps that are forbid.
Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Are of two houses : lawful mercy is
Ang. Say you so ? then I shall pose you quickly. Nothing akin to foul redemption. Which had you rather, that the most just law Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Give up your person to such sweet uncleanness,
A merriment than a vice. As she that he hath stained ?
Isab. O, pardon me, my lord ; it oft falls out, Isab.
Sir, believe this,
To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean: I had rather give my body than my soul.
I something do excuse the thing I hate, Ang. I talk not of your soul; our compell’d sins For his advantage that I dearly love. Stand more for number than accompt.
Ang. We are all frail.
How say you ?
Else let my brother die,
Nay, women are frail too. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; Might there not be a charity in sin,
Which are as easy broke as they make forms. To save this brother's life?
Women ! - Help heaven! men their creation mar Isab.
Please you to do't, In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ; I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
For we are soft as our complexions are, It is no sin at all, but charity.
And credulous to false prints. 6 Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Ang.
I think it well : Were equal poise of sin and charity.
And from this testimony of your own sex, Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
(Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold; If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer
I do arrest your words ; be that you are, To have it added to the faults of mine,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; And nothing of your answer.
If you be one, (as you are well express'd Ang
Nay, but hear me: By all external warrants,) show it now, Your sense pursues not mine : either you are igno- By putting on the destin'd livery. rant,
Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good. Let me entreat you, speak the former language.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. But graciously to know I am no better.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, That he shall die for it. When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Proclaim an enshield 3 beauty ten times louder Isab. I know your virtue hath a licence in't, Than beauty could displayed. — But mark me; Which seems a little fouler than it is, To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : To pluck on others. Your brother is to die.
Believe me, on mine honour, Isab. So.
My words express my purpose. Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears
Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, Accountant to the law upon that pain,
And most pernicious purpose! — Seeming, seeming! Isab. True.
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort : Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, Sign me a present pardon for my brother, (As I subscribe not toat, nor any other,
Or, with an outstretch'd throat, i'll tell the world But in the loss of question) that you, his sister, Aloud, what man thou art. Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, 3 Covered.
My vouch against you, and my place i'the state That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Will so your accusation overweigh,
Either of condemnation or approof! That you shall stifle in your own report,
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; And smell of calumny. I have begun;
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, And now I give my sensual race the rein : To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : Lay by all nicety; redeem thy brother
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, By yielding up thy person to my will;
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, Or else he must not only die the death,
That had he twenty heads to tender down But thy unkindness shall his death draw out On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Before his sister should her person stoop Or, by the affection that now guides me most, To such abhorr'd pollution. I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you,
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. More than our brother is our chastity.
[Erit. I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
SCENE I. - A Room in the Prison.
I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;
And seeking death, find life: Let it come on.
Enter ISABELLA. Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good But only hope :
company! I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.
Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves Duke. Be absolute for death : either death, or life,
a welcome. Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,- Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. (Servile to all the skiey influences,)
Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
your sister. Hourly afflict: merely, thou art deaths fool; Duke. Provost, a word with you. For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
As many as you please. And yet run'st toward him still : Thou art not noble; Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be For all the accommodations that thou bear’st,
conceal'd, Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant; Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort? Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,
Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in deed: And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; Intends you for his swift embassador, For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains Where you shall be an everlasting lieger 9 : That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: Therefore your best appointment make with speed, For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; To-morrow you set on. And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain; Claud.
Is there no remedy? For thy complexion shifts to strange effects 7, Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head, After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor; To cleave a heart in twain. For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Claud.
But is there any ? Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
But fetter you till death.
Perpetual durance ? For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, nor age;
Though all the world's fastidity you had, But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
To a determined scope. Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth
But in what nature ? Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, And leave you naked. To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, Claud.
Let me know the point. That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, That makes these odds all even.
And six or seven winters more respect 1 Affects, affections, 8 Leprous eruptions.
Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? From thine own sister's shame?
Die; perish! might but my bending down
I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, Claud.
Why give you me this shame? No word to save thee. Think you I can a resolution fetch
Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel. From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
O, fye, fye, fye: I will encounter darkness as a bride,
Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade : And hug it in mine arms.
'Tis best that thou diest quickly.
(Going. Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's Claud.
O hear me, Isabella. grave Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die :
Re-enter Duke. Thou art too noble to conserve a life
Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,–
word. Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Isab. What is your will ? Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,
Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I As falcon doth the fowl. – is yet a devil;
would by and by have some speech with you : the Claud.
The princely Angelo? satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
benefit. The vilest body to invest and cover
Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will If I would yield him my virginity,
attend you awhile. Thou might'st be freed ?
Duke. [To CLAUDIO, aside.] Son, I have overClaud.
O, heavens! it cannot be heard what hath past between you and your sister. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only offence,
he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise Bo to offend him still: This night's the time, his judgment with the disposition of natures; she, That I should do what I abhor to name,
having the truth of honour in her, hath made him Or else thou diest to-morrow,
that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive: Claud.
Thou shalt not do't. am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be Isab. O, were it but my life,
true; therefore prepare yourself to death : Do not I'd throw it down for your deliverance
satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: As frankly as a pin.
to-morrow you must die; go to your knees, and Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel.
make ready Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to morrow. Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so Claud. Yes. — Has he affections in him,
out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, Duke. Hold you there: Farewell. (Exit Claudio. When he would force it? Sure it is no sin; Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Provost, a word with you.
Duke. That now you are come you will be gone. Be perdurably find? — Isabel !
Leave me a while with the maid; my mind proIsab. What says my brother?
mises with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my Claude
Death is a fearful thing. company. Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
Prov. In good time.
[Exit Provost. Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; Duke. The hand that hath made you fair, hath To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot:
made you good : the goodness that is cheap in This sensible warm motion to become
beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness : but grace, A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
being the soul of your complexion, should keep To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
the body of it ever fair. The assault that Angelo In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
hath made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples And blown with restless violence round about for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How The pendent world; or to be worse than worst would you do to content this substitute, and to Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
save your brother ? Imagine howling! 'tis too horrible!
Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had The weariest and most loathed worldly life, rather my brother die by the law, than my son That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment
should be unlawfully born. But O, how much is Can lay on nature, is a paradise
the good duke deceived in Angelo! It ever he To what we fear of death.
return, and I can speak to him, I will open my Isab. Alas! alas!
lips in vain, or discover his government. Claud.
Sweet sister, let me live : Duke. That shall not be much amiss : Yet, as What sin you do to save a brother's life,
the matter now stands, he will avoid your accusNature dispenses with the deed so far,
ation; he made trial of you only. — Therefore, That it becomes a virtue.
fasten your ear on my advisings : to the love I Isab. O, faithless coward! O, dishonest wretch! have in doing good, a remedy presents itself. I Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? do make myself believe, that you may most upIs't not a kind of incest, to take life
righteously do a poor wronged lady a merited