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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 ?
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's 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 poze you quickly.
Isab. Sir, believe this,
Ang. I talk not of your soul ; Our compell’d sins Stand more for number than accompt.
Isab. How say you ?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Might there not be a charity in sin, To save this brother's life?
Isab. Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul,
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
Ang. Nay, but hear me :
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing 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 louder Than beauty could displayed.—But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain,
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself :
Ang. Then must your brother die.
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way: Better it were, a brother died at once, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence, That you have slander'd so ?
Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon,
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant ;
Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean : I something do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love.
Ang. We are all frail.
Isab. Else let my brother die, If not a feodary, but only he, Owe, and succeed by weakness.
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.
Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women !—Help heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ; For we are soft as our complexions are, And credulous to false prints.
Ang. I think it well : And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold ;I do arrest your words; Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If you be one, (as you are well express'd By all external warrants,) show it now, By putting on the destin'd livery.
Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Let me intreat you speak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, That he shall die for it.
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't,
Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And most pernicious purpose !Seeming, seeming ! 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 world
Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this,