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For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
I humbly thank you.
Isub. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good
As many as you please,
ceal'd, Yet hear them.
Ereunt Duke and Provost.
Now, sister, what's the comfort? Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in
deed; Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his swift embassador, Where you shall be an everlastiog leiger* : Therefore your best appointmentt make with speed; To-morrow you set on. Claud.
Is there no remedy?
But is there any?
Perpetual durance ?
But in what nature?
Let me know the point.
Why give you me this shame?
• Resident. Preparation.
Vastness of extent.
Think you I can a resolution fetch
The princely Angelo?
0, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank
Thou shalt not do't.
Thanks, dear Isabel.
Isab. Which is the least?
Why, would be for the momentary trick
Isab. What says my brother?
Death is a fearful thing.
Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded cold; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewlesst winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine bowling !_'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ach, pengry, and imprisonment
Isab. Alas! alas!
Sweet sister, let me live:
O, you beast!
think? Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! For such a warped slip of wildernessi Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance: Die ; perish! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, No word to save thee.
• Lastingly. + Invisible.
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: "Tis best that thou diest quickly.
(Going. * Claud.
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, aside.] Son, I have overheard what hath passed between you and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgement with the disposition of natures : she, having the truthi 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. Holdt you there: farewell.
(Exit Claudio. Re-enter Provost. Provost, a word with you.
* An established habit.