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Nay, women are frail to Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view then Against the thing I say. Answer to this;
selves; I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : Women !- Help heaven! men their creation mar Might there not be a charity in sin,
In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail To save this brother's life?
For we are soft as our complexions are, Isab.
Please you to do't, And credulous to false prints. I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
I think it well : It is no sin at all, but charity.
And from this testimony of your own sex, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold;Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
I do arrest your words; Be that you are, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer
If you be one, (as you are well express'd To have it added to the faults of mine,
By all external warrants,) show it now, And nothing of your, answer.
By putting on the destin'd livery. Ang.
Nay, but hear me : Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Let me intreat you speak the former language. Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Isub. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me But graciously to know I am no better.
That he shall die for it. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Which seems a little fouler than it is, Than beauty could displayed. — But mark me; To pluck on others. To be received plain, I'll speak more gross :
Believe me, on mine honour, Your brother is to die.
My words express my purpose. Isab. So.
Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believed, Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears And most pernicious purpose ! - Seeming, seemAccountant to the law upon that pain.
ing! Isab. True.
I will proclaim thee, Angelo ; look fort: Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, Sign me a present pardon for my brother, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Aloud, what man thou art. Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Who will believe thee, Isabel ? Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, Could fetch your brother from the manacles My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Of the all-binding law; and that there were Will so your accusation overweigh, No earthly mean to save him, but that either That you shall stifle in your own report, You must lay down the treasures of your body And smell of calumny. I have begun; To this supposed, or else let him suffer ;
And now I give my sensual race the rein : What would you do?
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself : Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes, That is, Were I under the terms of death,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
Or else he must not only die the death,
To lingering sufferance : answer me to-morrow, Ang.
Then must your brother die. Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way :
I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Better it were, a brother died at once,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
[Erit. Should die for ever.
Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That you have slander'd so ?
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon, Either of condemnation or approof! Are of two houses : lawful mercy is
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; Nothing akin to foul redemption.
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
Yet hath he in hiin such a mind of honour,
Before bis sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd pollution. Ang. We are all frail.
Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab.
Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary, but only he,
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe, and succeed by weakness.
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's reste less
ACT III. .
SCENE I.-A Room in the Prison.
Now, sister, what's the comfort ?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are ; most good in Enter DUXE, CLAUDIO, and Provost.
deed : Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Angelo ?
Intends you for his swift embassador, Cand. The miserable have no other medicine, Where you shall be an everlasting leiger : Bet enly hope :
Therefore your best appointment make with speed ; I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. To-morrow you set on. Drib. Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Claud.
Is there no remedy? Stall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life, Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
To cleave a heart in twain. That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Claud.
But is there any ? Servile to all the skiey influences)
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live ;
Perpetual durance ? For all the accommodations that thou bear'st,
Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, Ar nursd by baseness : Thou art by no means, Though all the world’s vastidity you had, valiant;
To a determin'd scope. Fe thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
But in what nature ? Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,
Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Aod tint thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, The death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; And leave you naked. Fa thon exist'st on many a thousand grains
Let me know the point. The issue out of dust : Happy thou art not :
Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get ;
Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain,
Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die?
The sense of death is most in apprehension ;
Why give you me this shame ? The Bete eti usion of thy proper loins,
Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
And hug it in mine arms.
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's Dresuring on both: for all thy blessed youth
grave Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die : Opelde eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou art too noble to conserve a life Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,To make the riches pleasant. What's yet in this, Whose settled visage and deliberate word bat bears the name of life? Yet in this life Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew, Lie bid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, As falcon doth the fowl, - is yet a devil ; That makes these odds all even.
His filth within being cast, he would appear Card
I humbly thank you. A pond as deep as bell. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;
"The princely Angelo? And, skiag death, find life: Let it come on. Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In princely guards ! Dost thou think, Claudio, Itse. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good if i would yield him my virginity, company!
Thou might'st be freed? Prec. Who's there come in the wish deserves Claud.
0, heavens! it cannot be. a welcome.
Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again,
offence, CindMost holy sir, I thank you.
So to offend him still : This night's the time let. My business is a word or iwo with Claudio. That I should do what I abhor to name, Prot. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's Or else thou diest to-morrow. your sister.
Thou shalt not do't. Duke. Provost, a word with you.
Isab. O, were it but my life,
Thanks, dear Isabel. Sa bear then. (Ereunt Duke and Provost. Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.
Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, morrow you must die ; go to your knees, and make That thus can make him bite the law by the nose; ready. When he would force it? Sure it is no sin ;
Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. Isab. Which is the least ?
Duke. Hold you there : Farewell. Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise,
[Exit CLAUDIO. Why, would he for the momentary trick
Provost, a word with you.
Death is a fearful thing. Prov. What's your will, father? Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone : Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; Leave me a while with the maid ; my mind proTo lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
mises with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my This sensible warm motion to become
company. A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
Prov. In good time.
(Exit Provost. To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
Duke. The hand that hath made you fair, hath In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ;
made you good: the goodness, that is cheap in To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness ; but grace, And blown with restless violence round about being the soul of your complexion, should keep the The pendent world; or to be worse than worst body of it ever fair. The assault, that Angelo hath Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my underImagine howling! - 'tis too horrible !
standing ; and, but that frailty hath examples for his The weariest and most loathed worldly life, falling, I should wonder at Angelo. How would That age, ach, penury, and imprisoninent
you do to content this substitute, and to save your Can lay on nature, is a paradise
brother. To what we fear of death.
Isab. I am now going to resolve him : I had raIsab. Alas! alas!
ther my brother die by the law, than my son should Claud.
Sweet sister, let me live : be unlawfully born. But O, how much is the good What sin you do to save a brother's life,
duke deceived in Angelo! If ever he return, and I Nature dispenses with the deed so far,
can speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or That it becomes a virtue.
discover his government. Isab. O, you beast!
Duke. That shall not be much amiss : Yet, as O, faithless coward ! O, dishonest wretch!
the matter now stands, he will avoid your accusaWilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
tion ; he made trial of you only. - Therefore, fasten Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
your ear on my advisings; to the love I have in From thine own sister's shame? What should I think? doing good, a remedy presents itself. I do make Heaven shield, my mother play'd my fathrer fair ! myself believe, that you may most uprighteously do For such a warped slip of wilderness
a poor wronged lady a merited benefit; redeem your Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance : brother from the angry law; do no stain to your Die ; perish! might but my bending down own gracious person; and much please the absent Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed : duke, if, peradventure, he shall ever return to have I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, hearing of this business. No word to save thee.
Isab. Let me hear you speak further ; I have Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.
spirit to do any thing that appears not foul in the Isab.
O, fye, fye, fye! truth of my spirit. Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade :
Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearMercy to thee would prove itself a bawd :
ful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana the sis'Tis best that thou diest quickly.
[Going. ter of Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried Claud.
O hear me, Isabella. at sea ?
Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words Re-enter DUKE.
went with her name. Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one Duke. Her should this Angelo have married ; was word.
affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed : Isab. What is your will?
between which time of the contract, and limit of Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I the solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at would by and by have some speech with you : the satis- sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his faction I would require, is likewise your own benefit. sister. But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor
Isab. Ihave no superfluous leisure ; my stay must gentlewoman : there she lost a noble and renowned be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you brother, in his love toward her ever most kind and a while.
natural ; with him the portion and sinew of her forDuke. (TO CLAUDIO, aside.] Son, I have over- tune, her marriage-dowry; with both, her combiheard what hath past between you and your sister. nate husband, this well-seeming Angelo. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her ; only Isab. Can this be so ? Did Angelo so leave her ? he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise his Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one og judgment with the disposition of natures ; she, hav- them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, ing the truth of honour in her, hath made him that pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour; in gracious denial which he is most glad to receive : I few, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; she yet wears for his sake ; and he, a marble to her therefore prepare yourself to death: Do not satisfy tears, is washed with them, but relents not. your resolution with hopes that are fallible: to Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this
pour maid from the world! What corruption in I drink, I eat, array myself, and live. this life, that it will let this man live! - But how Canst thou believe thy living is a life, ut of this can she avail ?
So stinkingly depending? Go, mend, go, mend. Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily heal ; Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir ; but ed the cure of it not only saves your brother, but yet, sir, I would prove keeps you from dishonour in doing it.
Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs Isab. Show me how, good father.
for sin, Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer ; continuance of her first affection; his unjust unkind-Correction and instruction must both work, less that in all reason should have quenched her Ere this rude beast will profit. love, hath, like an impediment in the current, made Elb. He must before the deputy, sir; he has i mere violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; an- given him warning: the deputy cannot abide a swer his requiring with a plausible obedience; agree whoremaster: if he be a whoremonger, and comes with his demands to the point : only refer yourself before him, he were as good go a mile on his to this advantage, — first, that your stay with him errand. may not be long; that the time may have all shadow Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, ad silence in it; and the place answer to conve- Free from our faults, as faults from seeming free! sience : this being granted in course, now follows all. We shall advise this wronged maid to stead up
Enter Lucio. your appointment, go in your place; if the en Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a cord, counter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may compel sir. him to her recompense : and here, by this, is your Clo. I spy comfort; I cry, bail : Here's a genbrater sared, your honour untainted, the poor tleman, and a friend of mine. Mariania advantaged, and the corrupt deputy scaled. Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at the Tre maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt. heels of Cæsar ? Art thou led in triumph? What, If you think well to carry this as you may, the is there none of Pygmalion's images, newly made doubleness of the benefit defends the deceit from woman, to be had now, for putting the hand in the reproof. What think you of it?
pocket and extracting it clutch'd ? What reply? lab. The image of it gives me content already; Ha? What say'st thou to this tune, matter, and and I trust, it will grow to a most prosperous per- method ? Is't not drown'a i' the last rain ? Ha? fection.
What say'st thou, trot? Is the world as it was, Duk. It lies much in your holding up: Haste man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? jea speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat Or how? The trick of it? Fant to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I Duke. Still thus, and thus ! still worse! will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the moated Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? gage resides this dejected Mariana : At that place Procures she still ? Ha? call upon me; and despatch with Angelo, that it Clo. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, may be quickly.
and she is herself in the tub. Isak. I thank you for this comfort : Fare you Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it: it Fell, good father.
(Exeunt severally. must be so : Ever your fresh whore, and your pow
der'd bawd: An unshunn'd consequence; it must SCENE II. - The Street before the Prison. be so : Art going to prison, Pompey?
Clo. Yes, faith, sir. Ester Dere, as a Friar; to him Elbow, Clown,
Lucio. Why 'tis not amiss, Pompey: Farewell ; and Officers.
Go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, Pompey ? El. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that Or how? you will needs buy and sell inen and women like Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd. best, we shall have all the world drink brown and Lucio. Well, then imprison him: If imprisonjte bastard.
ment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: Drake. O, heavens! what stuff is here?
Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too: bawdCis. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two born. Farewell, good Pompey: Commend me to wuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser the prison, Pompey : You will turn good husband slow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep him now, Pompey; you will keep the house. Farm; and furt'd with fox and lamb-skins too, to Clo
. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, bail. stands for the facing.
Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not EZ. Come your way, sir : — Bless you, good the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your
bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, your Dale. And you, good brother father : What mettle is the more: Adieu, trusty Pompey. - Bless are bath this man made you, sir?
Es. Marry, sir, he hath offended the law; and, Duke. And you. s, we take him to be a thief too, sir; for we Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? have found upon him, sir, a strange pick-lock, Elb. Come your ways, sir; come. wlach ve hare sent to the deputy.
Clo. You will not bail me then, sir ? Duke. Fre, sirrah ; a bawd, a wicked bawd! Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now. - What news The evil that thou causest to be done,
abroad, friar? What news? That is thy means to life : Do thou but think Elb. Come your ways, sir; come. What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
Lucio. Go, - to kennel, Pompey, go : Frein such a filthy vice: say to thyself,
(Exeunt Elbow, Clown, and Officers. Frean their abominable and beastly touches What news, friar, of the duke ?
Duke. I know none : Can you tell me of any? Duke. I can hardly believe that, since you know
Lucio. Some say he is with the emperor of not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, Russia ; other some, he is in Rome : But where is (as our prayers are he may,) let me desire you to he, think you ?
make your answer before him : If it be honest you Duke. I know not where: But wheresoever, I have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am wish him well.
bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your Lucio. It was a mad fantastical trick of him, to
name? steal from the state, and usurp the beggary he was Lucio. Sir, my name is Lucio; well known to never born to. Lord Angelo dukes it well in his the duke. absence; he puts transgression to't.
Duke. He shall know you better, sir, if I may Duke. He does well in't.
live to report you. Lucio. A little more lenity to lechery would do Lucio. I fear you not. no harm in him: something too crabbed that way, Duke. O, you hope the duke will return no more: friar.
or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But, Duke. It is too general a vice, and severity must indeed, I can do you little harm: you'll forswear
this again. Lucio. Yes, in good sooth, the vice is of a great Lucio. I'll be hang d first : thou art deceiv'd in kindred ; it is well ally'd: but it is impossible to me, friar. But no more of this : Canst thou tell, if extirp it quite, friar, till eating and drinking be put Claudio die to-morrow, or no? down. They say, this Angelo was not made by Duke. Why should he die, sir ? man and woman, after the downright way of cre Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tun-dish. ation : Is it true, think you?
I would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd again : Duke. How should he be made then ?
this ungenitur'd agent will unpeople the province Lucio. Some report, a sea-maid spawn'd him:- with continency; sparrows must not build in his Some, that he was begot between two stock-fishes : house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke
- But it is certain, that when he makes water, his yet would have dark deeds darkly answer'd; he urine is congeal'd ice; that I know to be true: and would never bring them to light : would he were he is a motion ungenerative, that's infallible. return'd! Marry, this Claudio is condemn'd for
Duke. You are pleasant, sir; and speak apace. untrussing. Farewell, good friar; I pr’ythee, pray
Lucio. Why what a ruthless thing is this in him, for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat for the rebellion of a cod-piece, to take away the mutton on Fridays. He's now past it; yet, and I life of a man? Would the duke, that is absent, have say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though clone this? Ere he would have hang'd a man for she smelt brown bread and garlick : say, that I said the getting a hundred bastards, he would have paid so. Farewell.
[Erit. for the nursing a thousand : He had some feeling Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality of the sport ; he knew the service, and that in- Can censure 'scape ; back-wounding calumny structed him to mercy.
The whitest virtue strikes : What king so strong, Duke. I never heard the absent duke much de- Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ? tected for women; he was not inclined that way. But who comes here?
Lucio. O, sir, you are deceived.
Enter Escalus, Provost, Bawd, and Officers. Lucio, Who? not the duke? yes, your beggar Escal. Go, away with her to prison. of fifty ; -- and his use was, to put a ducat in her Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your clack-dish: the duke had crotchets in him: He honour is accounted a merciful man: good my lord. would be drunk too; that let me inform you.
Escal. Double and trcble admonition, and still Duke. You do him wrong, surely.
forfeit in the same kind ? This would make mercy Lucio. Sir, I was an inward of his : A shy fellow swear, and play the tyrant. was the duke: and, I believe, I know the cause of Prov. A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may his withdrawing
it please your honour. Duke. What, I pr'ythee, might be the cause ? Baud. My lord, this is one Lucio's information
Lucio. No, - pardon ; - 'tis a secret must be against me : mistress Kate Keep-down was with lock'd within the teeth and the lips : but this I can child by him in the duke's time, he promised her let you understand, - The greater file of the subject marriage; his child is a year and a quarter old, held the duke to be wise.
come Philip and Jacob : I have kept it myself; and Duke. Wise? why, no question but he was. see how he goes about to abuse me. Lucio. A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much licence : fellow.
let him be called before us. — Away with her to Duke. Either this is envy in you, folly, or mis prison : Go to; no more words. (Eseuru Bawd and taking; the very stream of his life, and the business Officers.) Provost, my brother Angelo will not be he hath helmed, must, upon a warranted need, give alter'd, Claudio must die to-morrow : let him be him a better proclamation. Let him be but testi- furnish'd with divines, and have all charitable premonied in his own bringings forth, and he shall ap- paration : if my brother wrought by my pity, it pear to the envious, a scholar, a statesman, and a should not be so with him. soldier: Therefore, you speak unskilfully; or, if Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with your knowledge be more, it is much darken'd in him, and advised him for the entertainment of death. your malice.
Escal. Good even, good father. Lucio. Sir, I know him, and I love hiin.
Duke. Bliss and goodness on you! Duke. Love talks with better knowledge, and Escal. Of whence are you? knowledge with dearer love.
Duke. Not of this country, though my chance is Lucio. Come, sir, I know what I know.