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And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
That's well said.
thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak 21, Than the soft myrtle ;-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 22. Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will re
lent; 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;
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 flat blasphemy.
Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it 23. Fare
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
back. Ang. How ! bribe me ?: . Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share
Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,
Well: come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to Isabel.
Amen: for I Am that way going to temptation,
[Aside. Where prayers cross. Isab.
At what hour to-morrow
time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour !
[Eveunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost.
That make her good ? O, let her brother live:
A Room in a Prison,
Enter Duke, 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 the afflicted spirits Here in the prison : 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
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
When must he die ?
shall be conducted.
I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed ? Juliet.
Mutually. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter : But lest you do
repent, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven;