Isab. But can you, if you would? Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse" As mine is to him? Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold. [TO ISABELLA. Isab. Too late? why, no; I that do speak a word, May call it back again: ́ Well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have slipt like him; But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Ang. Pray you, begone. Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel? should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner. Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words. Alas! alas! Isab. 6 touch'd with that remorse-] Remorse, for pity. 7 And mercy then will breathe within your lips, [Aside. Like man new made.] As amiable as a man come fresh out of the hands of his Creator; or, as tender-hearted and merciful as the first man was in his days of innocence, immediately after his creation. Ang. It should be thus with him; he must die to-morrow. Isabel. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him: He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you: There's many have committed it. Lucio. Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept : Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Isab. Yet show some pity. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that answering one foul wrong, Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. like a prophet, Looks in a glass,] This alludes to the fopperies of the beril, a kind of crystal which hath a weak tincture of red in it. Among other tricks of astrologers, the discovery of past or future events was supposed to be the consequence of looking into it. 9 But, where they live, to end.] i. e. they should end WHERE they began, i. e. with the criminal. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence; And he, that suffers: O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Lucio. That's well said. Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting', petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak2, Than the soft myrtle; - O, but man, proud man! + Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, -like an angry ape, Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; Prov. Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o' that. I pelting,] i. e. paltry. 2 wood. + S gnarled oak,] Gnarre is the old English word for a knot in "But man, proud man!" who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.] By spleens, Shakspeare means that peculiar turn of the human mind, that always inclines it to a spiteful, unseasonable mirth. Had the angels that, says Shakspeare, they would laugh themselves out of their immortality, by indulging a passion which does not deserve that prerogative. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know That's like my brother's fault: if it confess A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Ang. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Fare you Ang. I will bethink me: Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, turn back. Ang. How! bribe me? Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share with you. Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold", fond shekels] Fond means very frequently in our author, foolish. It signifies in this place valued or prized by folly. 5 6 world. tested gold,] i. e. brought to the test, or cupelled. preserved souls,] i. e. preserved from the corruption of the |