Ang. Did I not tell thee yea? hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again? Prov. Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, Ang. Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared. Go to; let that be mine: I crave your honour's pardon. Dispose of her Prov. Ang. To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Re-enter Servant. Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Desires access to you. Ang. Hath he a sister? Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already. Ang. Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. See you the fornicatress be removed. Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for it. 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 woful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me. For which I must not plead, but that I am At war 'twixt will and will not. Ang. Well; the matter? Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! To find the faults whose fine stands in record, Isab. [Retiring. Lucio. [To ISAB.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him. Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown ; You are too cold; if you should need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue desire it. Isab. Must he needs die? Ang. Maiden, no remedy. 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 can you, if you would? Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him? Ang. He's sentenced; 'tis too late. [To ISABELLA. Lucio. You are too cold. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, |