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Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.

I crave your honour's pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.

Dispose of her
To some more fitter place, and that with speed.

Re-enter Servant.
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
Desires access to you.

Hath he a sister ?
Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous

And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already
Ang Well, let her be admitted.

[Exit Servant.
See you the fornicatress be removed:
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means,
There shall be order for't.

Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO. Prov.

God save your

honour! AngStay a little while. [To Isab.] You're

welcome: what's your will?
Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
Please but your honour hear me.

Well; what's your suit?
Isab. There is a vice that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I miust;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war 'twixt will and will not.

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

of it?

Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done:
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, 40
And let go by the actor.

O just but severe law!
I had a brother, then. Heaven keep your honour!
Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to

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.
But can you,


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.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.

Alas, alas!
Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgement, should
But judge you as you are? O, think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.

Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I condemn your brother: 80
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him: he must die to-

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

think you;

Who is it that hath died for this offence?
There's many have committed it.

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;
And do him right that, answering one foul

Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;
Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.
Isab. So you must be the first that gives this

And he, that suffers. O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

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;

I 20

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

you well.

Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Ang. I will bethink me; come again to-morrow.
Isab. Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord,

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.

[Aside] Amen:
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.

At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your lordship?

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,

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