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Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground
enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Dost, thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good ? ¡0, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on ? () cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint. With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us ou To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumpet, With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maià Subdues me quite; Ever, till now, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how.
SCEN E III.
A Room in a Prison.
Enter DUĶE, habited like a Friar, and Provost.
Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you are. Prov. I am the provost: What's your will,
good friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd
order, I come to visit thè afflicted spirits Here in the prisoni do me the common right To let me see 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
Enter JULIET, Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Who falling in the fames of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: She is with child ; And he that got it, senteuc'd: a young man More fit to do another such offence, Than die for this.
Duke. When must he die?
Prov. As do think, to-morrow. I have provided for you; stay a while, [TO JULIET. And you shall be conducted. Duke. Repent you, fair one,
of the sin you
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
him. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed ?
his. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet so daughter : But lest you do
repent, As that the sin has brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not
Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
Duke. There rest.
Juliet. Muist die to-morrow! O, injurious, love,
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
How now, who's there?
Serv. One Isabel, a sister,
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure.
better please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot
live. Isab. Even so? Heaven keep your Honour!
[Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, As long as you, or 1: Yet he must die.
Isab. Under your sentence ?
Ang. Ha! Fie these filthy'vices ! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, As to put mettle in restrained means, To make a false one. Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in
Isab. Sir, believe this,
Ang. I talk not of your soul; Our compellid sins Stand more for number than accompt.
Isab. How say you ?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Isab. Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven, let me bear it! yon granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your, answer.