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Where prayers cross.?
Isab.

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

At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour!. .

[E.reunt LuciO, ISABELLA, 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, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground

enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good? O, let her brother live Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love

her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous. Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid

9- I am that way going to temptation,

Where prayers cross.] This appointment of his for the morrow's meeting, being a premeditated exposure of himself to temptation, which it was the general object of prayer to thwart.

HENLEY. VOL. 11.

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Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now,
When men were fond, I smild and wonder'd how.

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SCENE III.

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
needful.

· Enter JULIET.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child;
And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this.
· Duke. . When must he die?

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.-
I have provided for you ; stay a while, [TO JULIET.
And you shall be conducted.
Dúke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you

carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.

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Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your

conscience,
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.
Juliet.

I'll gladly learn.
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?
Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd

him. 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;
Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,
But as we stand in fear,—

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
And take the shame with joy.
Duke.

There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, ;
And I am going with instruction to him.-
Grace go with you! Benedicite!

[Exit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov.

'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt,

8 — But lest you do repent,] i. e.“ Take care, lest you repent [not so much of your fault, as it is an evil,] as that the sin hath brought you to this shame.

9 Showing we'd not spare heaven,] i, e. spare to offend heaven, * There rest.] Keep yourself in this temper. 0, injurious love,] probably should be law.

SCENE IV.
A Room in Angelo's House.

Enter ANGELO.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and

pray
To several subjects : heaven hath my empty words;
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew his name;
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception : The state, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could I, with boot,4 change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood :
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
"Tis not the devil's crest."

3 Whilst my invention,] i. e. imagination.
4 — with boot,] Boot is profit, advantage, gain.
s Which the air beats for vain.] or vanity.
6 - case,] For outside; garb.
7 Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,

'Tis not the devil's crest.] This whole passage, as it stands, appears to me to mean : “ O place ! O form! though you wrench awe from fools, and tie even wiser souls to your false seeming, yet you make no alteration in the minds or constitutions of those who possess, or assume you. Though we should write good angel on the devil's horn, it will not change his nature, so as to give him a right to wear that crest. M. Mason.

Enter Servant.
How now, who's there?
Sery.

One Isabel, a sister,
Desires access to you.

Ang. Teach her the way. [Erit Sery. O heavens! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; Making both it unable for itself, And dispossessing all the other parts Of necessary fitness ? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; Come all to help him, and so stop the air By which he should revive: and even so The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Croud to his presence, where their untaught love Must needs appear offence,

Enter IABELLA.

How now, fair maid?

Isab. . I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might know it, would much

better please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your' brother cannot

live.

Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour!

[Retiring, Ang. Yet may he live a while; and it may be, As long as you, or I : yet he must die.

Isab. Under your sentence?
Ang. Yea.
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,

The general,-) i. e. generality.

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