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And you as he, you would have slippped like him ;
But he, like you, would not have been so stern.

Ang. Pray you, begone.

Isab. I would to Heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel! Should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.

Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [ Aside.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.

Alas! alas!
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took,
Found out the remedy: how would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are ? O, think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.


you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: ,

: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him ;-he must die to-morrow.

Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him,


spare him!

He's not prepared for death! Even for our kitchens
We kill the fowl of season: shall we serve Heaven
With less respect than we do minister
To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink

Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
There's many have committed it.

Ay, well said.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath

slept :
Those many had not dared to do that evil,
If the first man that did the edict infringe,
Had answered for his deed: now, 'tis awake;

1 “ You will then be as tender-hearted and merciful as the first man was in his days of innocence.”

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Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glass,' that shows what future evils,

Either now, or by remissness new-conceived,
And so in progress to be hatched and born,)

tre now to have no successive degrees,
But, where they live, to end.

Yet show some pity.
Ing. I show it most of all, when I show justice;
For then I pity those I do not know,
Which a dismissed offence would after gall;
And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied:
Your brother dies to-morrow : be content.
Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this

sentence ;
And he, that sutters. O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

That's well said.
Isab. Conld great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;
For every pelting, 'perty officer,
Tould use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thun-

Merciful Ileaven!
Thou rather, with the sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Splitst the wedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the soft mortle :-But man, proud man!
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
Ilis glasst essence-like an angry ape,
Plars such fantastic tricks before high Heaven,

Is make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent;
Ile's coming; I perceive t.

Pray Heaven, she win him!

i This: 'ludes to the deceptions of the fortune-tellers, who pretended to see future events in a beryl, or crystal glass.

2 Pelting for paltry.


Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great, men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them! But, in the less, foul profanation.

Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl ; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain 's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Lucio. Art advised o' that? More on’t.
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?

Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top:' go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault : if it confess
A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Against my brother's life.

She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Fare

you well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me :-Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my lord,

turn back. Ang. How! Bribe me? Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share

with you.


Lucio. You had marred all else.

Isab. Not with fond 3 shekels of the tested gold,
Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor,
As fancy values them; but with true prayers,
That shall be up at heaven, and enter there,
Ere sunrise; prayers from preserved souls,
From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

Well; come to me

1 Shakspeare has used this indelicate metaphor again in Hainlet:—“It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.”

2 i. e. such sense as breeds or produces a consequence in his mind. Malone thought that sense here meant sensual desire.

3 Fond here signifies overvalued ur prized by folly.

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Lucio. Go to: it is well: away. [Aside to ISABEL.
Isab. Heaven keep your honor safe!

For I am that way going to temptation, [Aside.
Where prayers cross.'

At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your lordship?

At any time 'fore noon.
Isub. Save your honor!

[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost.

From thee; even from thy virtue.-
What's this? What's this? Is this her fault, or

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha!
Sot she : nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That, lving by the violet, in the sun,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness: Having waste ground

Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
Ind pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!
What dost thou? Or, what art thou, Angelo ?
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things
That make her good ? O, let her brother live :
Thieres for their robbery have authority,
When judges. steal themselves. What? do I love

That I desire to hear her speak again,
And feast upon her eyes?

her eves? What is't I dream on?
O cuning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook. Most dangerous

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1 The petition of the Lord's Prayer, “ Lead us not into temptation," is here considered as crossing or intercepting the way in which Angelo wis going: he was exposing himself to temptation by the appointment for the morrow's nerting.

? I ain corrupted, not by her, but by my own heart, which excites foul desires under the same influences that exalt her purity, as the carrion grows putrid by those beams that increase the fragrance of the violet.

3 Sinse for sensual appetite.

Is that temptation, that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
With all her double vigor, art and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite ;-ever, till now,
When men were fond, I smiled, and wondered how !


SCENE III. A Room in a Prison.

Enter Duke, habited like a friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. Prov. I am the provost: what's your will, good friar?

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison : do me the common right
To let me see them; and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were

Enter Juliet.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flames? of her own youth,
Hath blistered her report: she is with child ;
And he that got it, sentenced ;-a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this.

When must he die ?
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.-
I have provided for you; stay a while,

[TO JULIET. And you shall be conducted.

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your



1 Dr. Johnson thinks the second act should end here.

2 The folio reads flawes. VOL. I.


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