Ifab. Alas! alas! Why, all the fouls that were, were forfeit once; Ang. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother. With lefs refpect than we do minister To our grofs felves? good, good my lord, bethink you : There's many have committed it. Lucio. Ay, well faid. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept : Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, If the firft man that did th' edict infringe Had anfwer'd for his deed. Now 'tis awake, Takes note of what is done, and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass which shows that future evils, Or new, or by remiffness new conceiv'd, And fo in progress to be hatch'd and born, Are now to have no fucceffive degrees, Ifab. Yet fhow fome pity. Ang. I show it most of all when I fhow justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dimifs'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that, anfwering one foul wrong, Your Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Ifab. So you must be the first that gives this sentence, To have a giant's strength; but tyrannous Lucio. That's well faid. Ifab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet; Inceffantly would use his heav'n for thunder; (Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd, Plays fuch fantastick tricks before high heav'n, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench; he will relent; Prov. Pray heav'n, fhe win him! Ifab. We cannot weigh our brother with yourself: Great men may jeft with faints; 'tis wit in them, But, in the less, foul profanation. Lucio. Thou'rt right, girl; more o' that. Ifab. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Lucio. Art thou advis'd o' that? more on't, yet more. That skins the vice o' th' top: go to your bofom, A natural A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it not found a thought upon your tongue Ang. She fpeaks, and 'tis Such fenfe, that my sense bleeds with't. Fare you well. Ang. I will bethink me: come again to-morrow. Ifab. Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. Ang. How? bribe me? Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts that heav'n fhall share with you. Ifab. Not with fond shekles of the tested gold, Ang. Well; come to-morrow. For I am that way going to temptation, Ifab. At what hour to-morrow Shall I attend you? Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Ifab. 'Save your honour! SCENE [afide. [Exeunt Lucio and Ifabella. VIII. 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 fins most? Not fhe; nor doth she tempt; but it is I, That lying by the violet in the fun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, VOL. I. Sf Corrupt Corrupt with virtuous feafon. Can it be, Than woman's lightness? having waste ground enough, And pitch our evils there? o, fie, fie, fie! When judges fteal themselves. What! do I love her, And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on? To fin in loving virtue; ne'er could the ftrumpet, When men were fond, I fmil'd, and wonder'd how. [Exit. Duke. A Prison. Enter Duke habited like a friar, and Provost. H AIL to you, provoft! fo, I think, you are. Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order, I come to vifit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison; do me the common right To let me fee them, and to make me know The nature of their crimes; that I may minifter Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.. Enter Enter Juliet. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Duke. When must he die? Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. And you shall be conducted. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame most patiently. [To Juliet. ? Duke. I'll teach you how you fhall arraign your conscience, And try your penitence if it be found, 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 fin of heavier kind than his. Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not Juliet. I do repent me as it is an evil, Duke. 'Tis well, there reft. Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow, Sf 2 Exit. Juliet. |