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Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
Ang. Weil; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemu'd to die :
Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !
Àng. Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it!
Isab. O just, but severe law !.
[Tetiring. Lucio. To Isab ] Give't not o’er so: to him
again, intreat him;
Isab. Must he needs die ?
Isab. Yes; 'I do think that you might pardon him,
Ang. I will not do't.
you Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't,
and do the world
Ang. He's seuteac'da 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold.
[T, 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 hc, 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. [Aside.
Ang. Your brother is the forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words.
Isab. Alas! alas ! Why, all the souls that werc , were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgement, should Bút judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Ang. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, . It should be thus with him; he must die to.
morrow. Isab. To.morrow? 0, that's sudden! Spare him,
spare him; He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens TV kill the fowl of scasons shall we serve
With less respect than we do minister
Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
Lucio. Ay, well said.
hath slept :
Isab. Yet show some pity.
sentence; And he, that suffers : 0, 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
Prov. Pray heaven she win him!
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word,
Lucio. Art advisid o' that? more ou’t.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Ang. She speaks, and 'tis
Isab, Gentle, my Lord, turn back.
Ang. I will bethink me: Come again toIsab. Mark, 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,
Ang. Well: come to me
[-Aside to ISABEL. Isab. Heaven keep your Honour safe!
Ang. Amen: for
Isab. At what hour to-morrow
[Exerunt LUCIO, ISABELLA, and Provost.