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Owe, and succeed by weakness.
Nay, women are frail too. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them
selves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women!-Help heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them.' Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints.' Ang.
I think it well: And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames, let me be
bold; ' I do arrest your words; Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If you be one, (as you are well express'd By all external warrants,) show it now, By putting on the destin'd livery,
Isab, I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Let me intreat you speak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, That he shall die for it.
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Isabel. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,2 Which seems a little fouler than it is, To pluck on others.
Ang, . .. Believe me, on mine honour, My words express my purpose,
Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,
to be this :-We are all frail, says Angelo. Yes, replies Isabella ; if he has not one associate in his crime, if no other person own and follow the same criminal courses which you are now pursuing, let 'my brother suffer death. MALONE,
9 In profiting by them.] In taking advantage of them. 1 false prints.] i. e take any impression.
hath a licence in't,] an appearance of licentiousness.
And most pernicious purpose!-Seeming, seem
ing I will proclaim thee, Angelo ; look for't: Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Aloud, what man thou art. Ang.
Who will believe thee, Isabel ? · My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, My vouch against you, and my place i'the state, Will so your accusation overweigh, That you shall stifle in your own report, And smell of calumny. I have begun; And now I give my sensual race the rein: Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will; Or else he must not only die the death, But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof! Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Though he hath fallen by prompture4 of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, That had he twenty heads to tender down
Seeming, seeming!] Hypocrisy, hypocrisy,
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
ACT II. '
Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.
life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with
- life, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, (Servile to all the skiey influences,) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet run'st toward hiin still: Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs’d by baseness: Thou art by no means
valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,
That none hut fools would keep:] i. è. care for..
And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st
tain; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none; For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth,
nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld;' and when thou art old, and rich,
6_ Thy best of rest is sleep,
Thy death, which is no more.] I cannot without indignation find Skakspeare saying, that death is only sleep, lengthening out his exhortation by a sentence which in the Friar is impious, in the reasoner is foolish, and in the poet trite and vulgar. JOHNSON
This was an oversight in Shakspeare; for in the second scene of the fourth Ąct, the Provost speaks of the desperate Barnardine, as one who regards death only as a drunken sleep. STEEVENS.
I apprehend Shakspeare means to say no more, than that the passage from this life to another is as easy as sleep; a position in which there is surely neither folly nor impiety. MALONE.
strange effects,] read affects or affections. 8 serpigo,] The serpigo is a kind of tetter.
9- palsied eld;] Eld is here put for old people. Skakspeare declares that man has neither youth nor age ; for in youth, which is the happiest time, or which might be the happiest, he commonly wants means to obtain what he could enjoy; he is depen
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
I humbly thank you.
As many as you please. , Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort?
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
dent on palsied eld; must beg alms from the coffers of hoary avarice ; and being very niggardly supplied, becomes as aged, looks, like an old man, on happiness which is beyond his reach. And, when he is old and rich, when he has wealth enough for the purchase of all that formerly excited his desires, he has no longer the powers of enjoyment :
has neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make his riches pleasant mi most good in deed;] i.e. truy.