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wicked Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of bat- hither, master Constable. How long have you been tery on thee.

in this place of constable ? Escal. If he took you a box o' th' ear, you might Elb. Seven year and a half, sir. bave your action of slander too.

Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: you had continued in it some time: You say, sever What is't your worship's pleasure I should do with years together? tais wicked caitiff?

Elb. And a half, sir. Escal. Truly, officer, bec, vuse he hath some offen. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! ces in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? know'st what they are.

Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters : Elh. Marry, I thank your worship for it :- I as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come them; I do it for some piece of money, and go upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet ; through with all. thou art to continue.

| Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some Escal. Where were you born, friend ? [To Froth. six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.

Elb. To your worship's house, sir? Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year?

Escal. To my house : Fare you well. (Exit Elbow.) Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.

What's o'clock, think you? Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir ?

Just. Eleven, sir.

[To the Clown. Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. Clo. A tapster ; a poor widow's tapster.

Just. I humbly thank you. Escal. Your mistress's name?

Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Clo, Mistress Over-done.

But there's no remedy.
Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband? Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
Clo. Nine, sir; Over done by the last.


It is but needful : Escal. Nine!-Come hither to me, master Froth. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: with tapsters: they will draw you, master Froth, But yet,-Poor Claudio !- There's no remedy. and you will hang them: Get you gone, and let me Come, sir.

Exeunt. hear no more of you. Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own

SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. part, I never come into any room in a taphouse,

Enter Provost and a Servant. but I am drawn in.

Seru. He's hearing of a cause; he will come Escal. Well; no more of it master Froth: fare

straight. well. [Exit Froth.]-Come you hither to me, tu tell him of you. master tapster; what's your name, master tapster ? 1° Penn

Prov. Pray you do. (Erit Servant.] I'll know Clo. Pompey.

His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas, Escal. What else ?

He hath but as offended in a dream ! Clo. Bum, sir.

All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing In

ind your bum is the greatest cm To die for it.about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a

Enter Angelo. bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a


Now what's the matter, provost? tapster. Are you not ? come, tell me true; it shall

Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? be the better for you.

Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea ? hadst thou nat Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live.

Why dost thou ask again?

[order? Escal. How would you live, Pompey ? by being

Lest I might be too rash: a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey ? under your good correction, I have seen, is it a lawful trade?

When, after execution, judgment hath Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Repented o'er his doom. Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey:

Go to ; let that be mine : nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Do you your office, or give up your place, Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all

And you shall well be spar'd. the youth in the city ?


I crave your honour's pardon.Escal. No, Pompey.

What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? Clo. Truly, sir, in iny poor opinion, they will to't

She's very near her hour. then: If your worship will take order for the drabs


Dispose of her and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you : It is but heading and hanging.

Re-enter Servant. Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give

ve Desires access to you. out a commission for more heads. If this law hold


Hath he a sister ? in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, after three-pence a bay: If you live to see this. And to be shortly of a sisterhood, come to pass, say, Pompey told you so..

If not already. Escal. Thank you, good Pompey and, in requi.

let Ang tal of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you, let

Well, let her be admitted.

(Exit Servant. me not find you before me again upon any com- See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you Let her have needful, but not lavish, means ; do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, There shall be order for it. and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this time,

Enter Lucio and Isabella. Pompey, fare you well.

Prov. Save your honour! [offering to retire. Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel ; Ang. Stay a little while.-- (To Isab. You are but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall

welcome : What's your will ? better determine.

Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade; Please but your honour hear me.
The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade.


Well; what's your suit? Ang.

Exit.! Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, Bacal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come And most desire should meet the blow of justice;


For which I would not plead, but that I must; Are now to have no successive degrees,
For which I must not plead, but that I am

But, where they live, to end.
At war, 'twixt will, and will not.


Yet show some pity. Ang.

Well; the matter? Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : For then I pity those I do not know, I do beseech you, let it be his fault,

Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And not my brother.

And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Prov.

Heaven give thee moving graces! Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ; Any, Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! | Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this Mine were the very cipher of a function,

sentence; To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent And let go by the actor.

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Isab.

O just, but severe law! To use it like a giant. I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! | Lucio.

That's well said.

(Retiring. Isab, Could great men thunder Lucio, [To Isab.) Giv't not o'er so: to him As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, again, intreat him ;

For every pelting, petty officer, Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but You are too cold : if you should need a pin,

Merciful heaven !

[thunder. You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, To him, I say.

Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Isab. Must he needs die ?

Than the soft myrtle ;-O, but man, proud man! Ang.

Maiden, no remedy. Drest in a little brief authority;
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,
Ang. I will not do't.

Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, Isab.

But can you, if you would ? As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Any. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Would all themselves laugh mortal. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Lucio, 0, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; wrong,

He's coming, I perceive't. If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse Prov.

Pray heaven, she win him! As mine is to him?

Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Any

He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; Lucio. You are too cold.

(To Isabella. But, in the less, foul profanation. Isab, Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o'that. May call it back again : Well, believe this,

Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,

Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Become them with one half so good a grace,

Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, As mercy does. If he had been as you,

Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; That skins the vice o' the top : Go to your bosom ;
But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth
Any. Pray you, begone.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
And you were Isabel ? should it then be thus ? A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,

Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
And what a prisoner.

Against my brother's lite. Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [Aside. Ang.

She speaks, and 'tis Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.- Fare And you but waste your words.

you well. Isab.

Alas! alas!! Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to mor. And He that might the vantage best have took,


(turn back. Found out the remedy: How would you be,

Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you : Good my lord, If he, which is the top of judgment, should

Ang. How ! bribe me? But judge you as you are? O, think on that;

Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall And mercy then will breathe within your lips,

share with you. Like man new made.

Lucio. You had mari'd all else. Ang.

Be you content, fair maid ; Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, It is the law, not I, condemns your brother : Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

As fancy values them: but with true prayers, It should be thus with him ;-he must die to. That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, morrow

spare him: Ere sun-rise : prayers from preserved souls, Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens To nothing temporal. We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven Ang.

Well: come to me With less respect than we do minister (you: To-morrow. To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink Lucio. Go to; it is well: away. Aside to Isabel. Who is it that hath died for this offence ?

Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! There's many have committed it.


Amen : for 1 Lucio. Ay, well said. Am that way going to temptation,

(Aside. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Where prayers cross. hath slept :


At what hour to-morrow Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,

Shall I attend your lordship? If the first man that did the edict infringe,


At any time 'fore noon. Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake;

Isab. Save your honour ! Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,

(Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Prorost. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,

Ang. From thee ; even from thy virtue! (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,)

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha!

Not she; nor doth she tempt : but it is I,

SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House
That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Enter Angelo.
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground

pray Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, [enough,

To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words: And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy!

Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,

Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ?

As if I did but only chew his name; Dost thou desire her foully, for those things

And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority,

Of my conception: The state whereon I studied. When judges steal themselves. What? do I love

Is like a good thing, being often read, That I desire to hear her speak again, (her,

Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

3 Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?

Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,

Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous

How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Is that temptation, that doth goad us on

Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,

To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : With all her double vigour, art, and nature,

Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid

'Tis not the devil's crest. Subdues me quite ;-Ever till now, When men were fond, I smild and wonder'd

Enter Servant.

SCENE III.-- A Room in a Prison.

How now, who's there?
Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost.


One Isabel, a sister,

Desires access to you. Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you are. Ang.

Teach her the way. [Exit Serr. Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good heavens ! friar ?

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart :
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, Making both it unable for itself,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits

And dispossessing all the other parts
Here in the prison : do me the common right Of necessary fitness ?
To let me see them; and to make me know

So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ;
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Come all to help him, and so stop the air
To them accordingly.

By which he should revive and even so Prov. I would do more than that if more were The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, needful.

Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Enter Juliet.

Croud to his presence, where their untaught love

Must needs appear offence.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flames of her own youth,

Enter Isabella.
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child;
And he that got it, sentenc'd : a young man How now, fair maid ?
More fit to do another such offence,


I am come to know your pleasure. Than die for this.

Ang. That you might know it, would much betDuke. When must he die ?

ter please me, Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot I have provided for you; stay a while, [TO Juliet.

live. And you shall be conducted.

Isab. Even so ?--Heaven keep your honour ! Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? |

[Retiring. Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and it may be, Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your As long as you, or I: yet he must die. conscience,

Isab. Under your sentence ? And try your penitence, if it be sound,

Ang. Yea. Or hollowly put on.

Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
I'll gladly learn.

Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ? That his soul sicken not.
Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'

d Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as him.

good Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act|To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen was mutually committed ?

A man already made, as to remit

Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image,
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. [his. Falsely to take away a life true made,
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter : but lest you do As to put mettle in restrained means,

To make a false one. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Isab. "Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. heaven;

Which had you rather, That the most just law Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, But as we stand in fear,

Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;

As she that he bath stain'd? And take the shame with joy.


Sit, believe this, Duke.

There rest.

I had rather give my body than my soul. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,

Ang. I talk not of your soul ; Our compell'd sins And I am going with instruction to him.

Stand more for number than accompt. Grace go with you! Benedicite!

Erit. 1 Isab.

How say you ? Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that ; for I can speak That respites me a life, whose very comfort Against the thing I say. Answer to this; Is still a dying horror!

I, now the voice of the recorded law, Prou.

'Tis pity of him. Exeunt. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:

Might there not be a charity in sin,

By all external warrants,) show it now, To save this brother's life?

By putting on the destin'd livery. Istb.

Please you to do's, | Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, I'll take it as a peril to my soul,

Let me intreat you speak the former language. It is no sin at all, but charity.

Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, Were equal poize of sin and charity.

That he shall die for it. Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,

Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer

Which seems a little fouler than it is, To have it added to the faults of mine,

To pluck on others. And nothing of your, answer.


Believe me, on mine honour, Any.

Nay, but hear me: My words express my purpose. Your sense pursues not mine : either you are Isa. Ha! little honour to be much believed, ignorant,

And most pernicious purpose ! Seeming, seemOr seem so, craftily; and that's not good.

ing! Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, I will proclaim thre, Angelo ; look for't : But graciously to know I am no better.

Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Aloud, what man thou art. Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder


Who will believe thee, Isabel ? Than beauty could displayed. But mark me; My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:

My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Your brother is to die.

Will so your accusation overweigh, Isab. So.

That you shall stifle in your own report, Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears

And smell of calumny. I have begun; Accountant to the law upon that pain.

And now I give my sensual race the rein: Isab. True.

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other,

That banish what they sue for ; redeem thy brother But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, By yielding up thy body to my will; Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,

Or else he must not only die the death, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,

But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Could fetch your brother from the manacles To lingering sufferance : answer me to-morrow, Of the all-binding law; and that there were Or, by the affection that now guides me most, No earthly mean to save him, but that either I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, You must lay down the treasures of your body Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. To this supposed, or else let him suffer;

Erit What would you do?

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:

Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That is, Were I under the terms of death,

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,

Either of condemnation or approof! And strip myself to death, as to a bed

Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, My body up to shame.

To follow as it draws: I'll to my brother : Ang.

Then must your brother die. Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood. Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way :

Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, Better it were, a brother died at once,

That had he twenty heads to tender down Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Should die for ever.

Before his sister should her body stoop
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence To such abhorr'd pollution.
That you have slander'd so ?

Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :
Isub. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon,

More than our brother is our chastity. Are of two houses : lawful mercy is

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Nothing akin to foul redemption.

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;

(Exit. And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother A merriment than a vice. Isab. 0, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,

To have what we'd have, we speak not what we

SCENE I.-- A Room in the Prison.
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
For his advantage that I dearly love.

Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.
Ang. We are all frail.

Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord Isab. Else let my brother die,

Angelo ? If not a feodary, but only he,

Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

But only hope : Ang.

Nay, women are frail too. I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them. Duke. Be absolute for death; either death, or life. selves;

Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Which are as easy broke as they make forms. If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing

[life, Women !-Help heaven! men their creation mar That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art. In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ; (Servile to all the skiey influences,) For we are soft as our complexions are,

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, And credulous to false prints.

Hourly afflict : merely thou art death's fooi: Ang.

I think it well: For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And from this testimony of your own sex,

And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger

noble; Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be boid ;-For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, I do arrest your words; Be that you are,

Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;

valiant ; If you be one, (as you are well express'd

For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,

Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st

grave The death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains

Thou art too noble to conserve a life
That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get : Whose settled visage and deliberate word
And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,
certain ;

As falcon doth the fowl,- is yet a devil;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, His filth within being cast, he would appear
After the moon : If thou art rich, thou art poor; A pond as deep as hell.
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Claud.

The princely Angelo? Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,

Isab. 0, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none; The damned'st body to invest and cover For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

If I would yield him my virginity, Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,

Thou might'st be freed? For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, Claud.

0, heavens! it cannot be. nor age;

Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth So to offend him still : This night's the time
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms

That I should do what I abhor to name,
Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, or else thou diest to-morrow.
Thon hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, Claud.

Thou shalt not do't.
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, Isab. O, were it but my life,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life I'd throw it down for your deliverance
Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, As frankly as a pin.
That makes these odds all even.


Thanks, dear Isabe!. Claud.

I humbly thank you.' Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morTo sue to live, I find, I seek to die;

Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, [row. And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on. That thus can make him bite the law by the nose;

When he would force it? Sure it is no sin;
Enter Isabella.

Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good Isab. Which is the least ?

| Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Prov. Who's there ? come in : the wish deserves Why, would he for the momentary trick a welcome.

Be perdorably fin'd?_0 Isabel ! Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.

Isab. What says my brother? Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you.


Death is a fearful thing. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Isab. And shamed life a hateful. Prou. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; Duke. Provost, a word with you. [your sister. To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; Prov.

As many as you please. This sensible warm motion to become Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be A kneaded clod'; and the delighted spirit conceal'd,

To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
Yet hear them. (Ereunt Duke and Provost. In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

Now. sister, what's the comfort? To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in And blown with restless violence round about
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, [deed: The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Intends you for his swift embassador,

JOf those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:

Imagine howling !-'tis too horrible! Therefore your best appointment make with speed : The weariest and most loathed worldly life. To-morrow you set on.

That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment

Is there no remedy? Can lay on nature, is a paradise
Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, To what we fear of death.
To cleave a heart in twain.

| Isab. Alas! alas!
But is there any? 1 Claud.

Sweet sister, let me live. leab. Yes, brother, you may live;

What sin you do to save a brother's life, There is a devilish mercy in the judge,

Nature dispenses with the deed so far, If you'll implore it, that will free your life,

That it becomes a virtue. But fetter you till death.


O, you beast! Claud.

Perpetual durance ? Jo, faithless coward! 0, dishonest wretch ! Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? . Though all the world's vastidity you had,

Is't not a kind of incest, to take life To a determin'd scope.

From thine own sister's shame? What should I But in what nature ?

think? Isab. In such a one as you consenting to't)

Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, For such a warped slip of wilderness And leave you naked.

Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance . Claud.

Let me know the point. Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed : Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain,

I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, And six or seven winters more respect

No word to save thee. Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ?

Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel. The sense of death is most in apprehension ;


O, fye, fye, fye! and the poor beetle, that we tread upon,

Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade: In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great

Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: As when a giant dies.

'Tis best that thou diest quickly.

(Gering. Why give you me this shame? Claud.

o hear me, Isabella. Think you I can a resolution fetch

Re-enter Duke.
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,

Duke. Vouchsare a word, young sister, but one And hug it in mine arms




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