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Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
And most desire should' meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

Ang. Weil; the matter?

Isab. I have a brother is condemu'd to die :
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.

Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !

Àng. Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemu'd, ere it be done :
Mine were the very cypher of a function,
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.

Isab. O just, but severe law !.
I had a brother then. Heaven keep your Ho-

nour!

[Tetiring. Lucio. To Isab ] Give't not o’er so: to him

again, intreat him;
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown ;
You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say.

Isab. Must he needs die ?
Ang. Maiden, no remedy.

Isab. Yes; 'I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven, hor man, grieve at the mercy.

Ang. I will not do't.
Isab. But can yoll,

if

would?

you 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 seuteac'da 'tis too late.
VOL. II.

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

ven

With less respect than we do minister
To our gross selves? Good, good my Lord, be-

think you:

Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
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,
If the first man that did the edict infringe,
Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake;
Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,
(Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd,
And so iu progress to be hatch'd and born,)
Are now to have 10 successive degrees,
But, when they live, to end.

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 dismissed offence would after gall;
And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;
Your brother dies to.morrow; be content.
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives thi:

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

thunder.

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Merciful heaven!
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the soft myrtle; po 0, but man, proud man!
Drest in a little brief authority;
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will

relent;
He's coming; I perceive't.

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,
Which in the soldier is Nat blasphemy.

Lucio. Art advisid o' that? more ou’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

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 thonght upon your tongue
Against my brother's life.

Ang. She speaks, and 'tis
Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare

to

you well.

Isab, Gentle, my Lord, turn back.

morrow

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,
Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor,
As fancy values them: but with true prayers,
That shall be up at heaver and enter there,
Ere sun - rise; prayers from preserved sonls,
From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

Ang. Well: come to me
To:morrow.
Lucio, Go to; it is well; away.

[-Aside to ISABEL. Isab. Heaven keep your Honour safe!

Ang. Amen: for
Am that way going to temptation, [Aside.
Where prayers cross.

Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your Lordship?
Ang. At any time 'forenoon.
Isab. Save your Honour!

[Exerunt LUCIO, ISABELLA, and Provost.
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !
What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who şins most? Ha!
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense

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