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Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear : the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom iuake it Their perch, and not their terror. A scal. Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to deatu : Alas ! this gettlemati, whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know, § (whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) that, in the working of your own affections, Had time cohei'd with place, or place with wishing, or that the resolute acting of your blood could have attain'd the ellect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err’d in this point which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you. Ang, "Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May, in the sworu twelve, have a thief or two Gualtier than him they try : What's open made to Justice, That justice seizes. What know the laws, That thieves do pass ou thieves 1 'Tis very pregnant, * The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Because we see it ; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence, For ** I have had such faults : but rather tell me, When I, that censure to him, do so offend, Let Inine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. Ascal. Be it as your wisdom will. Ang. Where is the provost 7 Prov. Here, if it like your honour. Ang. See that Claudio Be executed by nine to-umorrow mortling : Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. (Exit Provost. Escal. Well, heaven forgive him ; and forgive us all ! Some rise by siu, and some by virtue fall : Some run from brakes it of vice, and answer none :
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Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on. Juliet. I'll gladly learn. Duke. Love you the inan that wrong'd you ? Juliet. Yes, as I love the womau that wrong'd hiun. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed t Juliet. Mutually. Luke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. 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 staud in fear, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the shame with joy. Duke. There rest. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, And I am going with instruction to him.— Grace go with you ! Benedicite ' [Erit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow I O injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror Pror. 'Tis pity of him. [Ereunt. SCENE IV - A Room in ANG elo's House.
Enter ANG El
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects: leaven hath my empty words; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in Iny mouth, As if I did but only chew his name; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil of my conceptiou : The state, whereon i studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown, fear'd and tedious ; yea, my gravity, Wherein (let no mau hear me.) I take pride, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Which the air beats for vain. O place 0 form : How often dost thon with thy case, I thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls To thy false seening Blood, thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, 'Tis not the devil's crest.
Enter Serv ANT.
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Ang. That you might know it, would mars better please ine, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother to: live. Isab. Even so?—Heaven keep your heroer Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and, it may be, As long as you or i : Yet he must die. Isab. Under your sentence 1 Ang. Yea. Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may so be fitted, That his soul sicken not. Ang. Hal Fie, these filthy vices I it were is good To pardou bin, that hath from nature storm A man already made, as to reunit Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heroes image In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, As to put mettle in restrained means, To make a false one. Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Ang. Say you so then I shall pese yes quickly. Which had you rather, That the most jost tro. Now took your brother's life; or, to redeere usin, Give up your body to such sweet unclearliess, As she that he bath stain'd? Isab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my soul. Ang. I talk not of your soul : Our cumpero sius Stand more for number than accomptIsab. How say you ? Ang. Nay, I’ll not warrant that ; for I as speak Against the thing 1 say. Answer to this ;I, thow the voice of the recorded Haw, Pronounce a sentence ou your brother’s life: Migut there not be charity in sin. To save this brother's life? Isab. Please you to do.’t, I'll take it as a peril to my seal, It is no sin at ail, but charity. Ang. Pleas'd you to do’t, at perii of your sets, Were equal poise of sin and coality. Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven, let Ine bear its you granuug of mos suit, Is that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of Inine, And nothing of your answer. Ang. Nay, but hear ine: Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that’s not good. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in netting good, But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Proclaim an enshield " beauty ten times coer Than beauty could displayed.—But mark me , To be received plain, I'll speak more gress: Your brother is to die. Isab. So. Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain. : Jsab. True. Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, (As I subscribe i not that, nor any other, But in the loss of question, $) that yon, his sister, Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manaries Of the all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
Women l–Help heaven I men their creation inar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times
For we are soft as our complexious are,
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell That he shall die for it.
. shall not, Isabel, if you give ine ove. Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Which seeins a little fouler than it is, to pluck on others. A ng. Believe ine, on mine honour, My words express my purpose. 1sub. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And muost pernicious purpose l—Seeming, seeining ! || I will proclaim thee, Angelo ; look for’t : Sign me a present pardon for my brother, or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the Aloud, what man thou art. [world A ng. who will believe thee, Isabel ? My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, My vouch " against you, and my place i'the w ill so your accusation overweigh, [state, That you shall stille in your own report, And smell of calumny. I have begun ; And now I give my sensual race the rein : Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite : Lay by all nicety, and prolixious * * 'blushes,
Are nurs'd by baseuess.
By yielding up thy body to my will;
true. [Erif. Isab. . whom shall I complaint Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
Act 1 it. SCENE I.—A Room in the Prison.
Enter Duke, CLAudio, and Paovost.
Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo 2 Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope : I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Duke. He absolute * sor death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. life :If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou (Servile to all the skiey influences,) [art, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's soo! ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet lun'st toward hiu still : Thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Thou art by no ineans
Reason thus with
valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou are not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, * After the moon : if thou art rich, thou art poor; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none : For thine own bowels, which do call thee site, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Do curse the gout, serpigo, ; and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner : Thou hast nor youth, nor age ; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth bey the alums Of palsied eld; $ and when thou art old, and rich,
Isab. What, hol Peace here; grace and good company I Prow. Who's there? come in ; the wish deserves a welcome. Duke. Dear Sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud, Most holy Sir, I thank you. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. Aud very welcome. here's your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Prow. As many as you please. IDuke. Bring them to speak, where I may be conceal’d, Yet hear then. [Erennt DC ke and Provost. Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort t Isab. Why, as all conforts are ; most good in deed : Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for a swift ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting eiger: * Therefore your best appointment t make with To-morrow you set on. [speed ; Claud. Is there no remedy ? Isab. None, but such reinedy, as to save a head. To cleave a heart in twain. Claud. But is there any ? Isab. Yes, brother, you may live ; There is a devilish mercy in the judge, If you’ll implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death. Cland. Perpetual durance? Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance ; a restraint, Though all the world's vastidity ; you had, To a determin'd scope. Claud. But in what nature ? Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Would bark your honour from that trunk you And leave you naked. [bear, Claud. Let me know the point. Isab. Oh I I do fear thee, Claudio ; and I quake Lest thou a fev’rous life should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehensiou ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a paug as great As when a giant dies. Claud. Why give you me this shame? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug in it mine arms. Isab. There spake my brother; father's grave Did utter forth a voice Yes, thon must die : Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,+ Whose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i'the head, and soldies doth enmew, 5 As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil ; His filth within being cast, he would appear A pond as deep as hell. ('la ud. The princely Angelo 1 Isab. oh! tis the cunning livery of hell, The damned'st, body to invest and cover In princely guards Post thou think, Chandio, If I would yield him my virginity, Thou unight'st be freed.