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Ang. Go to; let that be mine:
Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.-
Ang. Dispose of her
Ang. Hath he a sister?
Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
Ang. Well, let her be admitted. . [Exit Servant.
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA. Prov. Save your honour ! [Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.—[To Isab.] you are wel
come: What's your will? Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.
Ang. Well; what's your suit?
Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
For which I must not plead, but that I am
Ang. Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemn’d to die:
Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces !
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Isab. O just, but severe law!
[Retiring. Lucio. [To Is AB.] Give't not o'er so: to him again,
intreat him ;
Isab. Must he needs die?
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.
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,
Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold.
[To IsabelLA. 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, The marshals truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one-half so good a grace, As mercy 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, begone. .
Isab. 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. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [ Aside.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Isab. Alas! alas!
Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
Lucio. Ay, well said.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, If the first man, 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 now, or by remissness new-conceiv’d, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Are now to have no súccessive degrees, But, where they live, to end.
Isab. Yet show some pity.
Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice;
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence;
Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder
Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thun
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent;
Prov. 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 in the right, girl; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word,
Lucio. Art advis’d o' that? more on't.
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Ang. She speaks, and 'tis