Thereon dependant, for your brother's life)
The very mercy of the law cries out

Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
An Angelo for Claudio, death for death.

Hafte ftill pays haste, and leisure answers leifure;

Like doth quit like, and Meafure still for Measure.
Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifefted;

Which though thou would't deny, denies thee vantage:
We do condemn thee to the very block

Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like haste ;Away with him.

Mari. Oh, my moft gracious lord,

I hope, you will not mock me with a husband!

Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband : Confenting to the fafeguard of your honour,

I thought your marriage fit; elfe imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choak your good to come: for his poffeffions,
Although by confifcation they are ours,

We do enftate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.

Mari. Oh, my dear lord,

I crave no other, nor no better man.

Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.

Mari. Gentle, my liege

Duke. You do but lofe

your labour;

[Kneeling.

Away with him to death.-Now, fir, to you. [To Lucio. Mari. Oh, my good lord!-Sweet Ifabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come

I'll lend you, all my life to do you service.

denies thee vantage:]-deprives thee of all the benefit, that might refult from a denial.

widow you withal,]-give you a widow's right in.

Duke.

Duke. Against all fenfe you do importune her:
Should fhe kneel down, in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghoft his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.

Mari. Ifabel,

Sweet Ifabel, do yet but kneel by me;

Hold up your hands, fay nothing, I'll speak all.
They fay, beft men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad; fo may my husband.

Oh, Ifabel! will you not lend a knee?

Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.

Ifab. Moft bounteous fir,

Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd,

As if my brother liv'd: I partly think,
A due fincerity govern'd his deeds,
'Till he did look on me; fince it is fo,,

Let him not die: my brother had but justice,
In that he did the thing for which he dy'd:
For Angelo,

His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;

And must be bury'd but as an intent,

W

[Kneeling.

That perifh'd by the way: thoughts are no fubjects;

Intents, but merely thoughts.

Mari. Merely, my lord.

Duke. Your fuit's unprofitable; ftand up, I say.I have bethought me of another fault :

Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded

At an unusual hour?

Prov. It was commanded fo.

"all fenfe]-the united force of reafon and natural affection.

"against

"The ftomach of my fenfe."

TEMPEST, A& II, S. 1. Alon.

Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed? Prov. No my good lord; it was by private message, Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys.

Prov. Pardon me, noble lord:

I thought it was a fault, but knew it not:
Yet did repent me, * after more advice:
For teftimony whereof, one in the priton,
That should by private order elfe have dy'd,
I have referv'd alive.

Duke. What's he?

Prov. His name is Barnardine.

Duke. I would, thou had'st done fo by Claudio.Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him.

[Exit Provof.
Efcal. I am forry, one fo learned and fo wife
As you, lord Angelo, have ftill appear'd,
Should flip fo grofsly, both in the heat of blood,
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

Ang. I am forry, that fuch forrow I procure :
And fo deep fticks it in my penitent heart,
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
'Tis my deferving, and I do entreat it.

Re-enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta.
Duke. Which is that Barnardine?

Prov. This, my lord.

Duke. There was a friar told me of this man :Sirrah, thou art faid to have a ftubborn foul,

That apprehends no further than this world,

And fquar'ft thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd; But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;

y

I pray thee, take this mercy to provide

* after more advice :]-upon mature deliberation.

y

for thofe earthly faults,]-as far as thy faults are punishable here.

For

For better times to come:--Friar, advife him;

I leave him to your hand.—What muffled fellow's that? Prov. This is another prifoner, that I sav'd,

Who fhould have dy'd when Claudio loft his head;

As like almost to Claudio, as himself.

Duke. If he be like your brother, for his fake [To Ifab. Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely fake,

Give me your hand, and fay, you will be mine,
He is my brother too: But fitter time for that.
By this, lord Angelo perceives he's fafe;
Methinks, I fee a quick'ning in his eye :-
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:

Look, that you love your wife; her worth, worth yours.—
I find an apt remiffion in myself;

And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;

C

You, firrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, [To Lucio.

One all of luxury, an afs, a mad-man ;

Wherein have I deferved fo of

That you extol me thus?

you,

Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I fpoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it, you may, but I had rather it would please you, I might be whip'd. Duke. Whip'd first, fir, and hang'd after.Proclaim it, provost, round about the city; If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, (As I have heard him fwear himself, there's one Whom he begot with child) let her appear, And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish'd, Let him be whip'd and hang'd.

quits]-requites.

a her worth, worth yours.]-fhe is a match well worthy of you. b in place]-whom in regard of my place.

One all of luxury,]-a fleih-monger.

"How the devil luxury tickles these together!"

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act V, S. 2. Ther. the trick the fashion of the times, or an ill habit I've gotten.

Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore! your highness said even now, I made you a duke; good my lord, do not recompenfe me, in making me a cuckold.

Duke. Upon mine honour, thou fhalt marry her.
Thy flanders I forgive; and therewithal

Remit thy other forfeits :-Take him to prifon :
And fee our pleasure herein executed.

Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is prefling to death, whipping, and hanging.

reftore.

Duke. Sland'ring a prince deferves it.— She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you Joy to you, Mariana! love her, Angelo; I have confefs'd her, and I know her virtue.Thanks, good friend Efcalus, for thy much goodness. Thanks, Provoft, for thy care and fecrecy; We shall employ thee in a worthier place.Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's. Ang. Th' offence pardons itself. Duke. There's more behind

That is more gratulate.-Dear Isabel,

I have a motion much imports your good;

Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline,

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine:
So bring us to our palace; where we'll show

What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know.

с

thy other forfeits:]-penalties for the rest of thy offences.
Thanks, good friend Efcalus, for thy much goodness.
There's more behind, that is more gratulate.
Thanks, Provoft, for thy care, and secrecy;
We shall employ thee in a worthier place :-
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragezine for Claudio's;
The offence pardons itself.-Dear Ifabel, &c.
& more gratulate.]-furnishing matter of fuperior joy.

[Exeunt.

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