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Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,
Sir, believe this,
Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compellid sins Stand more for number than accompt.' Isab.
II0w say you?
Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
Nay, but hear me : Your sense pursues not mine: either you are igno
rant, 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 Accountant to the law upon that paint.
• Enshielded, covered.
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
Then must your brother die.
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 seemid of late to make the law a ty.
rant, 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 wo
Ang. We are all frail.
Else let my brother die,
If not a feodary*, but only he,
Nay, women are frail too. Isub. Ay, as the glasses where they view them
selves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women !-Help heaven ! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false printsi. Ang.
I think it well: And from this testimony of your own sex (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Thau faults may shake our frames), let me be bold; I do arrest your words; Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If you be one (as you are well express d By all external warrants), show it now, By putting on the destin'd livery.
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 me, That he shall die for it.
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me lore.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,
Believe me, ou mine honour, My words express my purpose.
Isab, Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And most pernicious purpose !-Seeming, seemingg! I will proclaim thee, Angelo ; look for't: Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Aloud, what man thou art. Ang.
Who will helieve thee. Isabel? My unsoild name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch* against you, and my place i' the state,
(Erit. " Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths.
SCENE 1. A Room in the prison.
Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.
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 (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are purs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means va
liant: For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy
self; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; And what thou hast, forget'st; Thou art not cer.