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Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare you
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
Ang. Well : come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well ; away. [Aside to ISABEL.
Ang. Amen : for I
[Aside. Where prayers cross.
Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost.
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 ? 0, 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 Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, When men were fond, I smild, and wonder'd how.
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
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.
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your con
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
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;
Duke. There rest.
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, change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
Serv. One Isabel, a sister,
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure.
please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.
Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring.