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Go to; let that be mine:
I crave your honour's pardon.
Dispose of her
Hath he a sister ?
Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO. Prov.
God save your
honour! AngStay a little while. [To Isab.] You're
welcome: what's your will?
Well; what's your suit?
Well; the matter? Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. Prov. [Aside] Heaven give thee moving
graces! Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done:
O just but severe law!
him again, entreat him: Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: You are too cold: if you should need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To him, I say! Isab. Must he needs die? Ang
Maiden, no remedy. Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon
him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do't.
would? 51 Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isað. But might you do't, and do the world
no wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him ? Ang.
He's sentenced; 'tis too late. Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] You are too cold. Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a
word, May call it back again. Well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, 60 The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As niercy does. If he had been as you and you as he, You would have slipt like him; but he, like
you, Would not have been so stern. Ang.
Pray you, be gone. Isað. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel! should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.
Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Ay, touch him; there's the vein.
Be you content, fair maid;
morrow. Isab. To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare.
him, spare him! He's not prepared for death. Even for our
kitchens We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, be
Who is it that hath died for this offence?
Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:
90 Those many
had not dared to do that evil, If the first that did the edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed: now 'tis awake, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, Either new, or by remissness new-conceived, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born, Are now to have no successive degrees, But, ere they live, to end. Isab.
Yet show some pity. Ang. I show it most of all when I show
justice; For then I pity those I do not know,
Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, * petty officer
*Paltry. Would use his heaven for thunder; Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal. Lucio. [ Aside to Isab.] O, to him, to him,
wench? he will relent; He's coming; I perceive't.
Prov. (Aside] Pray heaven she win him!
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them, But in the less foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou’rt is the right, girl; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
130 Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy: Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Art avised o' that?
more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like
others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth
know That's like my brother's fault: if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue 140 Against my brother's life. Ang.
[Aside] She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
turn back. Ang. How! bribe me? Isab. Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall
share with you. Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] You had marr'd all
else. Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested* gold, Or stones whose rates are either rich or poor *Pure. As fancy values them; but with true prayers 151 That shall be up at heaven and enter there Ere sun-rise, prayers from preserved souls, From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal. Ang
Well; come to me to-morrow. Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Go to; 'tis well; away! Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Ang.
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon. 160 Isab. 'Save your honour!
[Exeunt Isabella, Lucio, and Provost. Ang
From thee, even from thy virtue! What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,