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Escal. My Lord, I am more amaz’å at his dise
honour, Than at the strangeness of it.
Duke. Come hither, Isabel:
Isab. O, give me pardon,
Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel :
heart; And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Labouring to
his life; and would not
Tather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, Than let him so be lost: 0, most kind maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, Which I did think with slower foot came on, "That brain'd my purpose: But, peace. be with
him! That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear: make it your
comfort, So happy is your brother.
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Isab. I do, my Lord.
For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your
brother, (Being criminal, in double violation Of sacred chastity, and of promise- breach, Théreon dependant, for your brother's life,) The very mercy of the law cries out Most audible, even from his proper tongue, An Angelo for Claudio , death for death. Haste still pays laste, and leisure answers lei.
sure; Like doth quit like, and Measure still for
Measure, Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested; Which though thou would’st deny, denies thee
vantage; We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like
haste; Away with him,
Mari. O, my most gracious Lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband! Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a
husband : Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, I thonght your marriage fit; else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your
life, And choke your good to come: for his posses.
Mari. O, my dear Lord,
Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive,
Duke. You do but lose your labour;
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my part ;
her : Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, And take her hence iii horror.
Mari, Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all They say, best meil are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much
Duke. He dies for. Claudio's death.
[Kneeling. Look, if it please you,
subjects; Intents but merely thoughts.
Mari. Merely, 'my Lord. In
Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I
Prov. It was commanded so.
message. Duke. For which I do discharge you of your
office: Give up your keys.
Prov. Pardon me, noble Lord :
Duke. What's he?
[Exit Provost. Escal. I am sorry,
so learned and, so
wise As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Should- slip--so grossly, both in the heat of
blood, And lack of temper'd judgement afterward.
Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I pro:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent hcart, That I crave death more willingly than mercy; 'Tis my dese ing, and I do
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a friar told me of this
man: Sirrah, thon art said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no further than this world, And squar'st thy life according, Thou'rt con
demi'd; But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ;, And pray thee, take this mercy to provide For better times to come : Friar, advise him; I leave him to your hand. What muflled fel.
low's that? Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, .? That should have died when Claudio lost his
head; As like almost to Claudio, as himself.
[Unmuffles CLAUDIO. Duke. If he be like your brother, (To ISABELLA.]
for his sake Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake, :,: Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, He is my brother 100: But fitter time for that, By this, Lord Angelo perceives he's safe; Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye: Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well. Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth
yours. I find an apt remission in myself : And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ; You, sirrah, [To Lucio.] that knew me for a fool,
a coward, One all of luxury, an ass, 4 madman;