Ang. [Afide.] She speaks, and 'tis

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Such fenfe, that my fenfe breeds with it. [To Jab.] Fare you well.

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Ifab. Gentle, my lord, turn back.

Ang. I will bethink me :-Come again to-morrow. Ifab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, turn back.

Ang. How! bribe me?

Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts, that heaven shall share with you.
Lucio. You had marr'd all else.

Ifab. Not with fond fhekels of the tefted gold,
Or ftones, whose rates are either rich, or poor,
As fancy values them: but with true prayers,
That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,
Ere fun-rife; prayers from " preserved souls,
From fafting maids, whofe minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

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Ang. Well; come to me to-morrow.

Lucio. Go to; 'tis well; [Afide to Isabel.] away.

Jab. Heaven keep your honour safe!

Ang. Amen:

For I am that way going to temptation,

1 Where prayers crofs.

[Afide.

Ifab. At what hour to-morrow

Shall I attend your lordship?
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.

Ifab. Save your honour!

[Exeunt Lucio and Ifabella.

Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue!

my fenfe breeds with it.]-my appetite forms new conceptions from it; new defires arife in my mind, are excited by her eloquence.

g fond fhekels of the tefted gold,]-fuch trifling gifts as the finest gold. h preferved fouls,]-unfpotted.

iWhere prayers cross. ]-where thy piety produces an effect contrary both to its nature and its purpose; does but add fewel to the flame, instead of allaying it ;-or, from which thy prayers would divert me.

What's

What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?

The tempter, or the tempted, who fins moft? Ha!
Not fhe; nor doth fhe tempt: but it is I,
That lying, by the violet, in the fun,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
*Corrupt with virtuous feafon. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense

Than' woman's lightness? having wafte ground enough,
Shall we defire to raze the fanctuary,

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And pitch our evils there? Oh, fie, fie, fie!

What doft thou? or what art thou, Angelo?

Doft thou defire her foully, for those things

That make her good? Oh, let her brother live:
Thieves for their robbery have authority,

When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her,
That I defire to hear her speak again,

And feaft upon her eyes? what is't I dream on?
Oh, cunning enemy, that, to catch a faint,
With faints doft bait thy hook! most dangerous
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on

To fin in loving virtue: never could the ftrumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite :-Ever, till now,

When men were fond, I fmil'd, and wonder'd how. [Exit.

* Corrupt with virtuous feafon.]-grow putrid by what has virtuous effects; by means of that genial warmth, which gives fragrance to the violet. avoman's]-the wanton's.

pitch our evils there ?]-plant, build our nuisances on that sacred fpot, and fo defile it.

"Nor build their evils on the graves of great men." HENRY VIII, A& II, S. 1. Buck.

SCENE

Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provoft.

Duke. Hail to you, provoft! fo, I think, you are. Prov. I am the provoft: What's your will, good friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits

Here in the prison: do me the common right

To let me fee them; and to make me know

The nature of their crimes, that I may minister

To them accordingly.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.

Enter Juliet.

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the "flames of her own youth,
Hath blifter'd her report: She is with child;
And he that got it, fentenc'd: a young man
More fit to do another fuch offence,
Than die for this.

Duke. When must he die?

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

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I have provided for you; ftay a while,

[To Juliet.

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry?
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
Duke. I'll teach you how you fhall arraign your con-

science,

And try your penitence, if it be found,

Or hollowly put on.

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" flares.

blifter'd her report :]-finged her honour, tarnished her reputation, P provided for you ;]-a place to lie in at.

Juliet.

Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?

Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him, Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed?

Juliet. Mutually.

Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his.
Juliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father.

Duke. 'Tis meet fo daughter: But left

As that the fin hath brought you to this shame,Which forrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven; Shewing, we would not spare heaven, as we love it, But as we ftand in fear,

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;

And take the shame with joy.

Duke. There reft.

Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with inftruction to him:
Grace go with you! benedicite.

[Exit.

Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! Oh, injurious love, That refpites me a life, whofe very comfort

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray To feveral fubjects: heaven hath my empty words;

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But left you do repent,]-beware left you repent merely because the fin, &c. we would not spare]-fcruple to offend. injurious love,]-cruel kindness of Angelo, not to include me in Claudio's doom, to haften his death, and continue my hated life-injuricus law.

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'Tis pity of him.] of Angelo, that he should act thus rigorously.

Whilft my "intention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Ifabel: Heaven is in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew its name;

And in my heart, the strong and fwelling evil
Of

my conception: The ftate, whereon I ftudied, Is like a good thing, being often read,

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Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,

Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume
Which the air beats for vane. Oh place! oh form!
How often doft thou with thy cafe, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer fouls
To thy falfe feeming? Blood, thou art blood!
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,

Serv. One Ifabel, a fifter, defires access to you. Ang. Teach her the way. [Solus.] Oh heavens! Why does my blood thus mufter to my heart, Making both it unable for itself,

And difpoffeffing all my other parts

Of neceffary fitness?

So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons;
Come all to help him, and fo ftop the air

"intention,]-intenfe affection; my whole attention is fixed.—invention-imagination.

"O, the did fo courfe-o'er my exteriors with fuch a greedy intention." MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Act 1, S. 3., Fal.

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fear'd]-loathfome, disgustful.

for vane.]-vibrates like a weathercock-for vain.

y Blood thou art blood!]—as well in me as in others-paffion, conftitutional frailty is univerfally the fame; title, character, and all fuch outward decorations, though they may difguife, yet cannot alter nature, or the real qualities of things.

'Tis not]-Twill-not give him a right to wear it.

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