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He's sentenc'd : 'tis too late. Ang.
Now, what's the matter, provost? Lucio. [To Isab.] Thou art too cold. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Isab. Too late ? why, no; I, that do speak a word, Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order? May call it back again : Well believe this, Why dost thou ask again?
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, | Prov.
Lest I might be too rash. Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under your good correction, I have seen,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, When, after execution, judgment hath
Become them with one half so good a grace Repented o'er his doom.
As mercy does. If he had been as you, and you as he, Ang.
Go to; let that be mine: You would have slipt like him ; but he, like you, Do you your office, or give up your place,
Would not have been so stern. And you shall well be spar'd.
Pray you, begone. Prov.
I crave your honour's pardon. Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
And what a prisoner.
Lucio. [Aside.] Ay, touch him; there's the vein. Re-enter Servant.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
but waste your words. Desires access to you.
Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
Found out the remedy. How would you be, If not already.
If he, which is the God of judgment, should Ang. Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. But judge you as you are? O, think on that, See you the fornicatress be remov'd:
And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
Like man new made! There shall be order for it.
Be you content, fair maid.
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother:
[Offering to go. Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, Ang. Stay a little while.—[To IsaB.] Y' are wel. It should be thus with him : he must die to-morrow. come: what's your wilī ?
Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.
He's not prepar'd for death. Even for our kitchens Ang.
what's your suit? We kill the fowl of season : shall we serve heaven Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, With less respect than we do minister And most desire should meet the blow of justice, To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink you: For which I would not plead, but that I must; Who is it that hath died for this offence? For which I must not plead, but that I am
have committed it. At war 'twixt will, and will not.
[Aside.] Ay, well said. Ang.
the matter? Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath, Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :
slept : I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, And not my brother.
If the first one, that did th' edict infringe, Pror. Aside.] Heaven give thee moving graces! Had answer'd for bis deed: now, 'tis awake;
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet, Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Mine were the very cipher of a function,
Either new, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born, And let go by the actor.
Are now to have no successive degrees, 1 Isab.
O just, but severe law ! But ere they live to end. I had a brother then.—Heaven keep your honour ! Isab.
Yet show some pity.
[Going. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Lucio. [To IsAB.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, For then I pity those I do not know, intreat him;
Which a dismiss’d offence would after gall, Kneel down before him, hang upon his
gown; And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied : You could not with more tame a tongue desire it. Your brother dies to-morrow: be content. To him, I say,
Isab. So you must be the first that gives this senIsab. Must he needs die ?
Maiden, no remedy. And he that suffers. 0! it is excellent
[Aside.] That's well said. leab.
But can you, if you would ? Isab. Could great men thunder Ang. Look; what I will not, that I cannot do. As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, liab. But might you do't, and do the world no For every pelting, petty officer wrong,
Would use his heaven for thunder; lf so your heart were touch'd with that remorse Nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven! As mine is to him?
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Dost thou desire her foully for those things Than the soft myrıle; but man, proud man !
That make her good ? 0, let her brother live! Drest in a little brief authority,
Thieves for their robbery have authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur’d,
When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her, His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
That I desire to hear her speak again, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, And feast upon her eyes ? " What is't I dream on? As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Lucio. [To Isab.] 0, to him, to him, wench! He Is that temptation, that doth goad us on will relent:
To sin in loving virtue. Never could the strumpet, He's coming; I perceive't.
With all her double vigour, art and nature, Prov. [Aside.] Pray heaven, she win him! Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid
Isab. You cannot weigh our brother with yourself: Subdues me quite.-Even from youth till now, Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. But in the less foul profanation.
[Exit. Lucio. (To Isab.) Thou’rt in the right, girl : more
SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison. o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Enter Duke, as a Friar, and Provost. Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so I think you are. Lucio. [ Aside.] Art avis'd o' that? more on't. Prov. I am the provost. What's your will, good Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?
friar? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly. Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Against my brother's life.
needful. Ang. [Aside.] She speaks, and 'tis
Enter Juliet. Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. (To her.] Look; here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine, Fare you well.
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report. She is with child,
Than die for this.
Duke. When must he die ? Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share Prov.
As I do think, to-morrow.
(TO Juliet.] I have provided for you: stay a while, Lucio. [Aside.) You had marr'd all else.
And you shall be conducted. Isab. Not with fond circles of the tested gold, Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor
Juliet. I do, and bear the shame most patiently. As fancy values them; but with true prayers,
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your That shall be up at heaven, and enter there
conscience, Ere sun-rise: prayers from preserved souls,
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
I'll gladly learn. Ang.
Well; come to me to-morrow. Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ? Lucio. [To IsaB.] Go to; 'tis well: away!
Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe ! [Going. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Ang.
[ Aside.] Amen: Was mutually committed ? For I am that way going to temptation,
Mutually. Where prayers cross.
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Shall I attend your lordship?
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but least you do Ang.
At any time 'fore noon. repent, Isab. Save your honour!
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame; (Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven, Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue ! - Showing, we would not serve heaven, as we love it, What's this ? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? But as we stand in fear. The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil, Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I,
And take the shame with joy. That lying by the violet in the sun,
There rest. Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
And I am going with instruction to him. That modesty may more betray our sense
Grace go with you! Benedicite!
[E.cit. Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort And pitch our offals there? O, fie, fie, fie!
Is still a dying horror! What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo ?
'Tis pity of him. [Ereunt.
SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House. Stand more for number than for accompt.
How say you? Enter Angelo.
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Against the thing I say. Answer to this :pray
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
To save this brother's life?
Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Grown sear and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Were equal poize of sin and charity. Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! If that be sin, I'll make it my morn-prayer How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, To have it added to the faults of mine, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls And nothing of your answer. To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood :
Nay, but hear me. Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
Your sense pursues not mine : either you are ignorant, 'Tis not the devil's crest.
Or seem so, crafty; and that is not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, How now! who's there?
But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Desires access to you.
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Ang.
Teach her the way. (Exit Serv. Proclaim an inshell'd beauty ten times louder O heavens!
Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me : Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, To be received plain, I'll speak more gross. Making it both unable for itself,
Your brother is to die. And dispossessing all my other parts
Isab. So. Of necessary fitness ?
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Accountant to the law upon that pain. Come all to help him, and so stop the air
Isab. True. By which he should revive: and even so
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other, Quit their own path, and in obsequious fondness But in the force of question) that you, his sister, Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Finding yourself desir’d of such a person, Must needs appear offence.
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Enter IsabeLLA.
Could fetch your brother from the manacles How now, fair maid ?
Of the all-binding law; and that there were Isab.
I am come to know your pleasure. No earthly mean to save him, but that either Ang. That you might know it, would much better You must lay down the treasures of your body please me,
To this suppos’d, or else to let him suffer, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. What would you do? Isab. Even so.-Heaven keep your honour ! Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
[Going. That is, were I under the terms of death, Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Th'impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, As long as you, or I: yet he must die.
And strip myself to death, as to a bed Isab. Under your sentence ?
That longing I've been sick for, ere I'd yield Ang. Yea.
My body up to shame. Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Ang.
Then must Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Your brother die. That bis soul sicken not.
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way. Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good Better it were, a brother died at once, To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Than that a sister, by redeeming him, A man already made, as to remit
Should die for ever. Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image Ang. Were not you, then, as cruel, as the sentence In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy
That you have slander'd so? Falsely to take away a life true made,
Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, As to put metal in restrained means,
Are of two houses : lawful mercy is To make a false one.
Nothing akin to foul redemption. leab. "Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Ang. You seemi'd of late to make the law a tyrant; ing. Say you so ? then, I shall poze you quickly. And rather prov'd the sliding of your
brother Which had you rather, that the most just law A merriment, than a vice. s took your brother's life, or to redeem him
Isab. O, pardon me, my lord ! it oft falls out, Gire
up your body to such sweet uncleanness To have what we would have, we speak not what we As she that he hath stain'd? Inb.
Sir, believe this, I something do excuse the thing I hate, I had rather give my body than my soul.
For his advantage that I dearly love. Ang. I talk not of your soul. Our compell’d sins Ang. We are all frail.
As for you,
Who will believe thee, Isabel ? If not a feodary, but only he,
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, Owe, and succeed this weakness.
May vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Ang.
Nay, women are frail too. Will so your accusation overweigh,
And smell of calumny. I have begun,
Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother Ang.
I think it well; By yielding up thy body to my will,
Or else he must not only die the death,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
[Erit. By putting on the destin'd livery.
Isab. To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
Either of condemnation or approof,
Hooking both right and wrong to th' appetite,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
That had he twenty heads to tender down Ang.
Believe me, on mine honour, On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Exit. Aloud what man thou art.
SCENE I.-A Room in the Prison.
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,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
For ending thee no sooner: thou hast nor youth, norage, I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Of palsied eld: and when thou art old and rich, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, Servile to all the skyey influences,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That do this habitation, where thou keep'st,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Hourly afflict. Merely, thou art death's fool; Lie hid more thousand deaths, yet death we fear, For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
That makes these odds all even. And yet run'st toward him still: thou art not noble ; Claud.
I humbly thank you. For all th' accommodations that thou bear'st,
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die,
Isab. [Without.) What, ho! Peace here; grace and Of a poor worm : thy best of rest is sleep,
good company! And that thou oft provok'st, yet grossly fear'st
Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves a Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
welcome. For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
Enter ISABELLA. That issue out of dust : happy thou art not;
Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get,
Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. And what thou hast forget'st. Thou art not certain ; Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior; here's After the moon : if thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Duke. Provost, a word with you.
Prov. As many as you please.
When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin ; Duke. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
be conceal’d. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. Isab. Which is the least? Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ?
Claud. If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why, as all Why would he for the momentary trick
Isab. What says my brother?
Death is a fearful thing. Where you shall be an everlasting lieger:
Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
And blown with restless violence round about If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst But fetter you till death.
Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts
Perpetual durance? Imagine howling !—'tis too horrible.
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Isab. Alas! alas ! Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, Claud.
Sweet sister, let me live. And leave you naked.
What sin you do to save a brother's life, Claud.
Let me know the point. Nature dispenses with the deed so far, Isab. O! I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
That it becomes a virtue. Lest thou a feverous life would'st entertain,
O, you beast ! And six or seven winters more respect,
O, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch! Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ?
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? The sense of death is most in apprehension,
Is't not a kind of incest to take life And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
From thine own sister's shame? What should I think? In corporal sufferance finds a pang, as great
Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair, As when a giant dies.
For such a warped slip of wilderness Claud.
Why give you me this shame? Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance : Think you I can a resolution fetch
Die ; perish! might but my bending down From flowery tenderness ? If I must die,
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed. I will encounter darkness as a bride,
I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, And hug it in mine arms.
No word to save thee. Isab. There spake my brother : there my father's Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel. grave
O, fie, fie, fie ! Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade. Thou art too noble to conserve a life
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd : In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, "Tis best that thou diest quickly.
[Going. Whose settled visage and deliberate word
O hear me, Isabella ! Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth enmew
Re-enter DUKE. As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil ;
Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister; but one word. His filth within being cast, he would appear
Isab. What is your will ? A pond as deep as hell.
Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would Claud.
The priestly Angelo? by and by have some speech with you : the satisfaction Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
I would require, is likewise your own benefit. The damned'st body to invest and cover
Isab. I have no superfluous leisure : my stay must in priestly garb! Dost thou think, Claudio,
be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a if I would yield him my virginity,
while. Thou might'st be freed.
Duke. [To Claudio.] Son, I have overheard what Claud.
O, heavens! it cannot be. hath past between you and your sister. Angelo had Izab. Yes, he would give't thee from this rank offence, never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made So to offend him still. This night's the time
an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgment with Tat I should do what I abhor to name,
the disposition of natures. She, having the truth of Or else thou diest to-morrow.
honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial Cland.
Thou shalt not do't. which he is most glad to receive: I am confessor to luab. O! were it but my life,
Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore, prepare I'd tror it down for your deliverance
yourself to death. Do not satisfy your resolution with As frankly as a pin.
hopes that are fallible : to-morrow you must die. Go; Claud, Thanks, dear Isabel.
to your knees, and make ready. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow. Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out Cland. Yes. Has he affections in him,
of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, Duke. Hold you there : farewell. [Exit Claudio.